The soils of the North Carolina Piedmont, where I live, are some of the oldest in the world. They were tuckered well before tobacco exhausted them, back when these low slopes and soggy bottoms were home to ginseng and giant sloths. (A sharp-eyed walker will still find occasional ginseng.) I just learned this fact, and…
Avidly’s North Carolina correspondent, Jedediah Purdy, discovered the magic of Facebook headline editing. Truthiness ensued. Jedediah Purdy: A way with rebar.
1: Alabama Heelsplitter This richly colored Gulf mussel, with a shell like polished leather in a college library, plays bluegrass with a strain of Lynyrd Skynyrd. 2:Leadbeater’s Possum The official “faunal emblem” of the Australian state of Victoria, this native of Australia’s central highlands opens for Alabama Heelsplitter and adopts a wry, collegiate irony…
Seamus Heaney taught me in my freshman year of college that the verb “perfect” means nothing more than to “make through.” Perfection? To follow something to its end. Finishing your work, but not before it’s done. That lesson suited him beautifully. It was my introduction to the thought that etymology is metaphysics for the learned…
Monday night, June 10, I was arrested in a mass act of civil disobedience, the sixth in a growing wave of peaceful protests against North Carolina’s state legislature, which has been at work on a Tea Party agenda since it turned Republican in 2010. I’ve written elsewhere about the movement, its goals and prospects. This essay…
Seven months and two weeks after my first book was published, I hacked a hardback copy into hundreds of pieces with a hunting knife. When my housemate came into my room to investigate the violent sounds, he found me sitting in a circle of text-fragments of For Common Things. I looked up at him and…
I spent a lot of the Sunday afternoon before Valentine’s Day at the Smithsonian exhibit (headed for the Met) on “The Civil War and American Art.” Although it is staged as part of the 150-year Civil War anniversary, the exhibit’s burning skies, darkened landscapes, and martial corpses are, ironically, just as apt for this coming Sunday’s march on…
For my birthday this year I balanced stones. About a dozen friends walked with me from a local park through an oak-and-beech forest to a broad streambed that is flanked on one side by a slope almost steep enough to be a cliff. With a bag of apples and persimmons and a bottle of decent whiskey, we…