Blood Harmony

IF 0.4 4区 历史学 Q1 HISTORY
Rebecca Bengal, Kristine Potter
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  • Blood Harmony
  • Rebecca Bengal (bio) and Kristine Potter (bio)

When charlie sings, her sister Audra's voice follows, the voice of a grown woman inside a little-girl body, high and lonesome and worried at first, till it wraps itself around hers to become pure and whole, and then forks off on its own. They were raised first on shape notes at church and the radio and Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet, who's gonna glove your hand? but what they like to sing best are the old, old ballads. Audra's favorite is "Down from Dover" the way Dolly does it, and Charlie likes to sing the Everly Brothers, the lady "old and gray" pleading with the warden to get her baby out of jail, and they intertwine the closest when they chorus the Louvin Brothers, "go down, go down you Knoxville Girl." Charlie's voice is the current, low and silty and running over the trace fossils and the smoothed-over ancient stones and Audra's is the steam rising off the water, eerie and sure, slipping off into sky and ether. They sing the songs their mother can hardly stand to hear now, the songs their daddy taught them.

The father isn't the kind of television dad with a big white smile and a punchline or a picture-book daddy grilling hot dogs and pitching baseballs. He is the kind of father with handsome craters in his cheeks and the rocket end of a cigarette in his lips, the kind who comes home from somewhere you know better than to ask about with a hollow look in his eye like the black holes where stars get swallowed up. He is the kind of father liable to set to pacing the house as soon as the mother has driven off to work third shift and the exhaust from her old black Ranger has settled into the dirt, the kind to wake up the house in the blue hour when darkness is just coming on and drag Charlie and her sister out of their first dreaming, tell them to bring along the things they love 'cause they might not never see them ever again. [End Page 64]


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Knoxville Girl, Kristine Potter, 2016. All images from Kristine Potter: Dark Waters (Aperture 2023). © Kristine Potter.

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The last time it was their mama driving on the third or fourth day of him gone off somewhere and Charlie must have been carried out to the car in her sleep. She woke in the middle of the night to car doors slamming and lights from the parking lot streaming through the gap in the curtain on her mama and sister's sleep-faces beside her, in a king-size bed with sheets washed hard and stiff as boards. The television was on home shopping, silent, and when Charlie stood up she stepped barefoot on a dried curl of an ancient fingernail stuck in the motel carpet from who knows how long ago. She froze, staring hard at the No Vacancy neon shining on the bright jaggedy carpet patterns, thinking about how you could never clean out all those strangers' lives, how they were right here beside her in this room, always, inside those fibers, inside the asphalt and soil underneath.


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Impasse at Sodom's Creek, 2017.

In the morning she and Audra had cleaned out the complimentary powdered doughnuts by the reception desk and swum circles in the kidney-shaped pool in their underwear watching their mama twist her hair around her finger inside the smudgy window of a pay phone booth. She'd taught them at the rec center on summer mornings when they were little still and she was tired [End Page 66] out and the father was home sleeping: how to backstroke and float, how to swim below the surface, how to breathe. Don't you worry, she'd said. Then she leaned in and whispered to them each a secret before she let go.


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Blood Creek, 2019.

They jumped out as...

血液和谐
以下是内容的简要摘录,以代替摘要: 当查理唱歌时,她姐姐奥德拉的声音也跟着唱起来,一个成年女人的声音在一个小女孩的身体里,起初高亢、孤独、忧虑,直到它缠绕着她的声音,变得纯净、完整,然后自己分岔开来。她们最初是在教堂和收音机里的形体音符中长大的,谁会给你漂亮的小脚穿鞋,谁会给你的手戴手套,但她们最喜欢唱的还是那些古老的民谣。奥德拉最喜欢多莉唱的 "从多佛下山",查理喜欢唱埃弗里兄弟的歌,一位 "白发苍苍 "的女士恳求典狱长把她的孩子从监狱里救出来,当他们合唱卢文兄弟的歌 "下山吧,下山吧,你这诺克斯维尔的姑娘 "时,他们的声音交织得最紧密。查理的声音是水流,低沉而淤积,流过痕迹化石和被磨平的古石,奥德拉的声音是水上升腾的蒸汽,阴森而笃定,滑向天空和乙醚。他们唱着母亲现在几乎听不到的歌,唱着父亲教给他们的歌。父亲不是电视上那种笑容灿烂、幽默风趣的父亲,也不是画册上那种烤热狗、投棒球的父亲。他是那种脸颊上有英俊的凹痕、嘴唇上叼着烟头的父亲,是那种从某个地方回到家,你最好不要问起的父亲,他的眼神空洞,就像星星被吞噬的黑洞。他是这样的父亲:一旦母亲开车去上三班,她那辆黑色老游侠的尾气沉积在泥土里,他就会在家里踱来踱去;他是这样的父亲:在黑夜即将来临的蓝色时刻叫醒屋子,把查理和妹妹从最初的梦境中拽出来,告诉她们带上心爱的东西,因为她们可能再也见不到它们了。[尾页 64] 点击查看大图 查看完整分辨率 《诺克斯维尔女孩》,克里斯汀-波特,2016 年。所有图片均来自克里斯汀-波特:Dark Waters (Aperture 2023)。© Kristine Potter。 [最后一次是他们的妈妈在他离开的第三或第四天开车去了某个地方,查理一定是在睡梦中被抱到车上的。她半夜被汽车关门声惊醒,停车场的灯光透过窗帘的缝隙照在妈妈和妹妹的睡脸上,她们睡在一张大床上,床单洗得硬邦邦的,像木板一样僵硬。电视正在播放家庭购物节目,无声无息,当查理站起来时,她赤脚踩到了汽车旅馆地毯上不知多久以前粘在上面的干枯卷曲的古老指甲。她愣住了,呆呆地看着 "无空房 "的霓虹灯照在地毯上明亮的锯齿状图案上,想着你永远无法清理掉那些陌生人的生活,他们就在她身边,就在这个房间里,一直在那些纤维里,在沥青和泥土下面。 点击查看大图 查看完整分辨率 《索多玛溪的僵局》,2017 年。 早上,她和奥德拉把接待台旁的免费甜甜圈粉清理干净,穿着内衣在肾形游泳池里游圈,看着她们的妈妈在公用电话亭污浊的窗户里用手指捻着头发。夏天的早晨,他们还小,妈妈累得筋疲力尽,爸爸在家睡觉,她就在娱乐中心教他们:如何仰泳和漂浮,如何在水面下游泳,如何呼吸。她说,你们不用担心。然后,她俯下身,在放手之前,对他们每个人低声说了一个秘密。 点击查看大图 查看完整分辨率 血溪,2019年。 他们跳出水面时...
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期刊介绍: In the foreword to the first issue of the The Southern Literary Journal, published in November 1968, founding editors Louis D. Rubin, Jr. and C. Hugh Holman outlined the journal"s objectives: "To study the significant body of southern writing, to try to understand its relationship to the South, to attempt through it to understand an interesting and often vexing region of the American Union, and to do this, as far as possible, with good humor, critical tact, and objectivity--these are the perhaps impossible goals to which The Southern Literary Journal is committed." Since then The Southern Literary Journal has published hundreds of essays by scholars of southern literature examining the works of southern writers and the ongoing development of southern culture.
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