Month: May 2017

A Southern Sense of Place

There is nothing like reading the work of Southern authors to reinforce the notion that a writer’s sense of place has everything to do with literature. This poem from Allen Tate is a pretty straightforward example: Emblems I Maryland, Viriginia, Caroline Pent images in sleep Clay valleys rocky hills old fields of pine Unspeakable and deep Out of that source…

The Wonder of Light

I’m trying, once again, to work poetry into my life. I’m not writing it. My penchant for that seems to come and go. No, what I’m striving for is reading it—every day. At the moment, I’m focusing on the work of Allen Tate, a Southern author who lived from 1899 to 1979. Today I enjoyed this: Sonnet to Beauty The wonder…

More Than I Bargained For

Sally Mann’s memoir Hold Still is taking me down some densely overgrown paths. Knowing just a smitch about the controversy that swelled over the nude images of Mann’s young children when her book Immediate Family was published in 1992, I was a bit hesitant to start in on Hold Still. Would I learn more than I wanted to know? Was…