Archives - July 2010

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Jul. 24

The Little Cemetery on the Hill

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East Texas Collection

 

 

    I've been working on my East Texas poetry collection this summer and am considering sending off some of them to various literary magazines.  Of course, my hope is to eventually have a book of published poetry.  As the Panola County of my childhood is my poetic muse, the East Texas poems are my first choice.

     My newest poem is titled "The Little Cemetery on the Hill."  (To the right is a photo I took of my favorite tombstone in the Gary Cemetery a few years ago.) Again, it is a work in progress -- like most poetry.  I'm not quite ready to abandon this one yet.  Ideas are still floating around in my head.  Anyway, this is my current rough draft.

 

 

In the South we keep to our traditions.

Just because you're dead doesn't mean ...

Jul. 22

It's Good to be Back

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Poetry Reading

     It's good to be back in the blogosphere (is that a word?).  My server decided to take a summer vacation without me.

     Well, I survived my first official poetry reading last night at the Friendswood Public Library.  Thanks to all of my friends and family who attended and a special thanks to Matthew for inviting me to participate.  I read some of my older poems and some freshly written.  I'm still considering them works in progress.  But as the French poet Valery once said, "A poem is never finished, just abandoned."  Here are a couple in their current form.  They may be different the next time I post them.

 

The Hitchhiker

 

1968

Panola County

two-lane highway just past Nigger Ridge.

The old farmer in his Ford pickup,

a young girl in the passenger seat,

the wind from ...

Jul. 7

Hannah Green

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For the Love of a Book

     I found myself reading yet again Hannah Green's essay titled "Mister Nabokov."  Her professor had a great love for Tolstoy:

 

     Mr. Nabokov described Tolstoy as a passionate moralist, obsessed by the quest for truth.  The reader must sometimes follow him unwillingly, for "Russian truth is not a comfortable companion -- not the everyday 'pravda' but the immortal 'istina,' which is the very soul of truth.  When found, 'istina' is the splendour of the creative imagination."  No other author has been able to make artistic truth and people mingle as Tolstoy did in War and Peace. Tolstoy himself is invisible in the book.  Like God, he is nowhere and everywhere ... Tolstoy weaves heavenly roses into Russian life.

 

     Tolstoy is not my favorite Russian writer.  Far from it.  Nabokov himself holds that title, followed closely by Dostoevsky.  Miss Green ...

Jul. 5

A Female Stance

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Boycott Saudi Arabia

     I'm stepping away from my usual literary blog today for a more political view.  This morning I read an article in Vanity Fair by Maureen Dowd titled "A Girls' Guide to Saudi Arabia."  According to Dowd, Saudi Arabia is now flirting with the idea of opening up its borders for tourism.  She traveled to the desert country to see what might be in store for a female tourist.  Trouble ensued.

     When visiting Saudi Arabia, you must adhere to their draconically strict rules ... particularly for females.  Dowd's first sight at the airport is a large sign warning:  DRUG TRAFFICKERS WILL BE PUT TO DEATH.  This is not an idle threat.  Deera Square, commonly known as Chop Chop Square, is where Saudis view public beheadings.  What a fun way to spend an afternoon.  A recent victim:  a ...

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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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