We
are all from a place. It may be a place we’ve lived all of our lives; it may be
a place where we grew up. It may be a place we visited and instantly felt at
home. And it may be a place that we’ve never set foot in, yet exists in our minds
as something intensely real, which is what good literature can often do.
I
was a teenager when I read A Tale of Two
Cities by Charles Dickens, and Paris became a place of both fascination and
fear. When I actually visited the city in 1999, I experienced both fascination
and fear, although the fear has less to do with the mob and the guillotine than
with pickpockets and the rather thuggish-looking character who followed us from
the Metro to the Victor Hugo House in the Marais.
Our
sense of place is powerful.
Two
poets recently dealt with the sense of place in their collections, one describing
life in a very specific place – contemporary Israel – while the other draws
upon the places of both childhood and imagination (including, coincidentally, the
Holy Land).
To
continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
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