"Autumn" Appalachia is alive with fall fire, a deciduous inferno that has ignited the rolling hills. A sea of flame, the waves crash against the highways and spill onto the pot-hole riddled blacktops, embers igniting the city halls and college campuses. Within the heart of the heat, folk-punk can be heard rising from the woods while white smog rises from nearby power plant smokestacks. Singed miners still carry red-hot coals in their back pockets while big business defenders move and fracture the mountains with an explosive efficiency. Preachers spit hellfire while amateur arsonists concoct Molotov cocktails, using xenophobia for fuel. Both are willing to burn down their small-town’s foundations. Paramedics and policeman have unwillingly become volunteer firefighters. Politicians and academics hide underneath their ornament, obstinate hickory desks. It all just seems so incendiary, juxtaposing second-class citizens with corporate executives; racist, white homophobes with flamboyant mulattos. There’s always more wood for the fall fire in the hills of Appalachia.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 03:32:16 +0000
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