Archives - June 2010

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Jun. 29

Abydos Class of 2010


We are Writers

   "Against the disease of writing one must take special precautions, since it is a dangerous and contagious disease."  Peter Abelard (1108)


"Achilles exists only through Homer.  Take away the art of writing from this world, and you will probably take away its glory."  Francois de Chateaubriand (1826)

  Today's blog is dedicated to the K-12 teachers in the Alvin school district.  We have just completed an intensive three-week writing course where teachers learn how to teach writing and how to write themselves.  Pats on the back to my fellow trainers Kim Ford and Renae Rives.  They are absolute gems.  Kim with her delectable East Texas accent and Renae with those deep dimples you could fall into.  We are now sisters-in-arms.

     On the first day of training, we asked how many writers were in the group of fifty ...

Jun. 27

to boredom


The Passage ...

     Ballantine Books has been hyping Justin Cronin's new novel The Passage till the cows come home.  I read an article about the author and his book in Zest magazine a week before it hit the book stores and was intrigued.  Cronin, a professor of English at Rice University (my old stomping grounds), received a million-dollar advance from his publisher for a trilogy.  What, I wondered, do you have to do to rate that kind of confidence. 

     The week the novel premiered, I bought a copy of the 766-page tome.  I was instantly smitten by the author's style.  I love a good literary epigraph, and Cronin's begins with a passage from Katherine Anne Porter's "Pale Horse, Pale Rider":


The road to death is a long march beset with all evils, and the heart fails little by little at ...

Jun. 26

... the Wise-ass


Call me Ishmael ...

     Pardon my absence from the blog.  My summer school responsibilities at the high school and college have been kicking my butt the last couple of weeks.  On with the show ...

     I am so relieved.  I have (finally, Boze) begun reading Melville's magnum opus and quickly discovered that Ishmael is my kind of guy.  Thank heavens.  I was afraid he might be stuffy and pedantic.  Not so.  The first chapter is an eye-opener.  I discover that Ishmael has a hankering for all things death:


Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet, and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong ...


Jun. 11

A Brother's Death



     I am enchanted.  I sat on my front porch this morning to read.  The wind was blowing through the needles of the pines and making that lovely whispering sound.  The butterfly plants have sprouted seed pods, and the wind was carrying the winged seeds across the yard.  The cicadas were whirring in the distance.  From my vantage point in the adirondack chair, I could see the new blooms on the angel trumpets in my flower beds as well as the ripening tomatoes in my vegetable garden.

     But, strangely enough, that wasn't the cause of my enchantment.  I was reading a new poetry book by Anne Carson titled Nox, an imaginative rumination on the death of her older brother.  It arrived in the mail this week in a peculiar gray box with a grainy photo of a young boy in swimming ...

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Listening to the whispering pines

Hello. My name is Donna Cozart Pauley. Welcome to The Whispering Pines, a literary blog dedicated to my love of the written word. It is an eclectic collage of my life -- from my poems to my stories to my family to my pets to my causes to my photographs to my recipes to my love of teaching to my favorite literature. Please feel free to comment. Words are only important if they are heard or read. Just like those soundless trees falling in the forest.

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