Carolina Ghost Woods

by Judy Jordan and Judy Jordan

Book Overview

Physical and emotional privation, familial violence, racial enmity, and recurrent death are the features of this collection of poetry, set amid the landscape of the South.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0807125563
• ISBN13: 9780807125564
• Release Date: March 2000
• Publisher: LSU Press
• Length: 59 Pages
• Weight: 1.00 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.2" x 6.0" x 9.0"

Customer Reviews

Haunting and beautiful

In this slender volume, justly hailed as a wonder by several reviewers, Judy Jordan crafts the most beautiful, thought-provoking and elegiac poetry out of the less promising circumstances - poverty, alcoholism, murder and death - and gives us lines we aren't likely to forget. I came upon this book by pure chance, and I'm happy I did. Despite her often dismal subject matter, Judy Jordan is a joy to read. Get the book now, thank me later!

Carolina Ghost Woods

I pulled Judy Jordan's "Carolina Ghost Woods" off my bookshelf again tonight. It's a cold and clear here in the deep south and Jordan's poetry called to me in the wind. "Carolina Ghost Woods" was first published in 1996 by Louisiana State University Press, and Jordan writes that she submitted this book for three years as a "first book" before it was awarded the Walt Whitman Award in 1999. The first poem, "Sharecropper's Grave" sets the tone: The night is hoot owls, wind-whistled flue, babies bundled in burlap. Breath of another child, mid-gasp. The alliteration causes the reader to shiver in the cold and continues throughout this poem: Small holes, secret graves, children scattered around the iron fence. Not even a scratched stone. . . The night full of cries they will never make. To read the title poem,"Carolina Ghost Woods" is to travel into the mythos of the south, to hear what the dead whisper, When the leaves shudder to the muddy ground and snow under the gutters puddles red, when the bird lifts, the rabbit shivers in clumped grass and the fox shrinks into the bramble, when the shadow crosses the pitchfork's broken handle and the hinges of the shed door rust, let me believe someone is there. Each poem in the book reveals another story from Judy Jordan's life. They are woven together to bring the reader through the death of her mother and the violence of being on the streets, homeless. Ms. Jordan joins the reader in this journey with her breath and voice and we walk the ghost woods together. Buy the book and settle down with a fire in the fireplace and the lights dim, read "Caroline Ghost Woods" from start to finish . . . you won't regret it.

Impressive Book

While it's true that Jordan's technique seems a bit thick with "borrowings" from Charles Wright, her actual material (and her treatment of it) is wildly original. This book is shocking, heart-wrenching and, at times, almost unbearably beautiful. An urgent and necessary voice.

Keen observation and intensely honest, harsh and beautiful,

By happenstance we were introduced to this wonderful volume on an airplane, sitting next to author, Judy Jordan. She allowed me to leaf through her worn copy. While reading I asked her questions that were possibly painful, so moved was I by such honest and harsh and beautiful reflection and observation. Her words wrestled me into my own honesty/my own memoirs of observing violence/ of the solace of winter and of the woods and geese. The writing does justice to itself. This book is a gift of insight. No superlatives can I use other than to say, this is one of my all time keepers.

Stunning

I stumbled upon this book when Ms. Jordan came to a literary conference at the university I attend. This poetry is absolutely amazing. I'm fairly well read in contemporary poetry and this is the most startingly lucid book I have read all year. In my opinion it surpasses the works of more famous poets. June Jordan won the 1999 Walt Whitman Award of The Academy of American Poets for this book. Such greats as James Tate and Agha Shahid Ali sing her praises on the back cover, so it's not just me. Her poems take that extra step beyond beauty to brilliance, to truth. I simply cannot rave enough, and I'm definitely gushing at this point. I'll leave you with a small quote from my favorite poem, "Two Hours Before Sunrise." "I have lain in a johnboat/ in water churning with mating toads,/ thinking of nothing but the pond's depth/ and my desire to be picked clean." You will not regret buying this book.