Yup, HollyCornblog and Charlie Hopbrew are heading north from Ashville where they spent several days exploring the sites and sampling the local microbrews. I had asked them to check out Thomas Wolfe’s House, which they did … getting a nice photo of the place.
Some of my all time favorite prose passages are found in Wolfe’s Look Homeward Angel.
…a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.
Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father’s heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
Or how about this … as a poetic description of chaos theory?
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
They also got a somewhat puzzling picture of what I take to be a memorial to Thomas Wolfe’s shoes (which I believe were quite large). I’ll have to Google this and elaborate! (And here’s the gem that Google delivered – an article about Wolfe by Hal Crowther that begins with a wonderful description of the shoes …)
They left Ashville yesterday morning and were planning to be back in NY some time today. Welcome Home!