Showing posts with label South. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South. Show all posts
Monday, November 19, 2018
Wednesday, November 7, 2018
Tuesday, October 30, 2018
Clerihew for a Pale Writer
KATHERINE ANNE PORTER
Katherine Anne Porter
Collected her shorter,
And then to no one's real surprise,
Promptly won the Pulitzer Prize.
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Monday, August 21, 2017
Monday, July 24, 2017
Monday, May 29, 2017
Clerihew for the Immortal Bird
TENNESSEE WILLIAMS
Mississippi still damns
Tennessee Williams
For, while he was a native son,
He played their sins out, one by one.
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Clerihew of the Lost Cause
Allen Tate
Has met his fate;
Now he is but little read
And numbered among the Confederate Dead.
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Daily Dose
From South and West: From a Notebook, by Joan Didion
NOTE
"NOTE: On being asked for identification when I ordered a drink in the rural South. Before I came south I had not been taken for seventeen in considerable years, but but several times in that month I had to prove I was eighteen. It is assumed that grown women will have their hair done, is all I could think."
From An Afternoon with Stan Torgerson
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Daily Dose
From My Southern Journey: True Stories from the Heart of the South, by Rick Bragg
RED DIRT
"It has always reminded me of struggle, somehow, and I will sleep in it, with the rest of my kin. But between now and then, I would like to walk in some sand."
From My Kind of Town
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
Daily Dose
From Poems of the American South, edited by David Biespiel
JUDGE
Had a boyhood. Had his own rooster. Name of Andy
Andy liked to ride in Judge's overall bib.
Made him bald. That really vexed Judge's old daddy.
-- C. D. Wright (1949 --)
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