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Rafting the Brazos

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Learning the Story of ScarsAfter the axe-head buried itself in his ankle, my father clung to the log he was splitting, squeezing his eyes like fists. Twelve, he logged those woods for years with his father--Arkansas, the great depression, doing whatever they could.Groaning, he jerked and jerked the axe like a pump handle, he screamed and went on pumping until the foot fell back, hinged by the ankle, white and spurting. With a bandana he held it and held it while Arkansas flooded, and saw his father running, his own axe raised ready to kill whatever snake slashed the heel of his son.I learned that scar like a tree split by lightning, healed over, knew my father had in him a boy who had suffered alone in a forest."McDonald's evocation of nature and farming is impressively simple, but suggests mystery and depth."--Publisher's Weekly"McDonald draws upon his personal vision of West Texas . . . offering a strong and sensitive image of the land, its people, its sense of space and struggle."--Books of the Southwest"We are privy to a consciousness that encompasses Texas from the Gulf to the Caprock, from oxen-slow days to jet lag . . . Rafting the Brazos makes us wish the poet could . . . do nothing but chronicle the spirals of West Texas hawks."--Dallas Morning News"West Texas, the land and its people, provide both the subject and the soul of McDonald's powerful poetry."--Writers at Work

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  • Sprog:
  • Engelsk
  • ISBN:
  • 9780929398044
  • Indbinding:
  • Paperback
  • Sideantal:
  • 120
  • Udgivet:
  • 30. juni 2006
  • Størrelse:
  • 178x129x10 mm.
  • BLACK NOVEMBER
Leveringstid: Ukendt - mangler pt.

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Learning the Story of ScarsAfter the axe-head buried itself in his ankle, my father clung to the log he was splitting, squeezing his eyes like fists. Twelve, he logged those woods for years with his father--Arkansas, the great depression, doing whatever they could.Groaning, he jerked and jerked the axe like a pump handle, he screamed and went on pumping until the foot fell back, hinged by the ankle, white and spurting. With a bandana he held it and held it while Arkansas flooded, and saw his father running, his own axe raised ready to kill whatever snake slashed the heel of his son.I learned that scar like a tree split by lightning, healed over, knew my father had in him a boy who had suffered alone in a forest."McDonald's evocation of nature and farming is impressively simple, but suggests mystery and depth."--Publisher's Weekly"McDonald draws upon his personal vision of West Texas . . . offering a strong and sensitive image of the land, its people, its sense of space and struggle."--Books of the Southwest"We are privy to a consciousness that encompasses Texas from the Gulf to the Caprock, from oxen-slow days to jet lag . . . Rafting the Brazos makes us wish the poet could . . . do nothing but chronicle the spirals of West Texas hawks."--Dallas Morning News"West Texas, the land and its people, provide both the subject and the soul of McDonald's powerful poetry."--Writers at Work

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