My
first experience with the Ozark Mountains was virtual – a novel called The
Architecture of the Arkansas Ozarks by the late Donald Harington.
It was published in 1975; I read it about 1980 and thought it hilarious. A few
years later, we spent a long weekend in Branson, before it was discovered by
all the big name entertainers and when Silver Dollar City at the duck boats
were the bog attractions.
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So
my knowledge of the Ozarks was essentially limited to what any observant
tourist might know. And I didn’t consider the movie Winter’s Bone to
present an accurate portrayal of life in the Ozarks, either.
I’ve
had a different picture of life in the Ozarks, and it’s thanks to Dave Malone’s
poetry: View
from the North Ten; Under
the Sycamore; Seasons
of Love; and Poems
to Love, and the Body. His latest collection, O:
Love Poems from the Ozarks, includes some of the most vivid love poetry
I think I’ve read.
To continue
reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
Photograph by Candy Simonson via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
1 comment:
oh, it must be pretty cool to have a poetry book in print.
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