Showing posts with label found poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label found poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, October 20, 2022

Woodsmoke by Wayne Caldwell


This lovely little book was my companion for yesterday's reading room as I waited for Josie.  It was completely engrossing without a single false note. Posey's simple life and wisdom puts me in mind of some of the folks I met when we first moved here. I have always admired the lyrical quality of the Appalachian dialect and Caldwell captures it perfectly. The inclusion of the point of view of his moved-in neighbor is brilliant--the two voices make a beautiful whole. I recommend it highly, even to those who don't normally read poetry. 


Editorial review:

Woodsmoke is a poetry collection that renders the experience of living out life in a single, exquisite place―“in the shadow of the mountain my father said was mother to us all”―Mount Pisgah in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. Wayne Caldwell, author of the novel Cataloochee, brings us the waning days of Posey Green, who cuts his own firewood, looks after himself, and tends to the land where his wife Birdie and her people are buried. Posey’s colloquial narrative poetry is presented as found verse, conjured from Posey’s internal musings―and these poems alternate with those of a new neighbor, a sympathetic female poet who observes Posey and his surroundings and creates a more formal poetic record of his days.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Strange and Silly Sunday


Every once in a while I receive a puzzling piece of spam that is, nonetheless, somehow poetic -- in a James Joycean sort of way.   This piece below is one such -- with a hint of T.S. Eliot.

I removed the URLS and changed the line breaks but otherwise, it's as received -- a piece of found poetry.
THE NOTHING OF THE PLACE


Of the baseball from replica, speaking.
 Until designer to conceal replica, raferty went
come to stand one - to - three women into an visit,
and he didn't oiled accessory four breeches from the winder animal but windows.
 There thought four among i, 
five of the bridal, and three as a jewelry.

Relic was the clean brand from in their watches doorway and made i to rich.
And roughly, who were shading of?
A new ladies whispered with you.
Svend angered of very through he has.
Try he tightly name then?
Down company it posed
 we were. 

In the japan replica came out his giddy rolex, 
but into her lab won't all new unit all an night.
Debilitating the replica as no designer, he leaves i to help
 i lose in this gown. I was breitling. Bulgari was up that black then. 
Tourneau hi the uneasy corner - observed watches.
 Fake could be the very watches. 

The several motion, wishing on that shop of the davosa watches,
could be the nothing of the place of the quiet hand of winder's
Replica but world had of to ride arriving to the sights
 now when cru labored his men.
My donney of the most short bourke through watches answer? 

The rotary watches in a snow.
The English major that I once was looks for meaning in these phrases -- who is Raferty and why one to three women? And what was the accessory he didn't oil?

And what about Svend?

For me, this piece conjures up elegant and mysterious women in designer gowns wearing expensive watches while a raffish Irishman and a dour Swede exchange enigmatic quips about the nothing of the place,

But I have to say that the donney of the most short bourke has me baffled.
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