The Light Is Everywhere - Depta, Victor; Pendarvis, Edwina; Smith, Larry; Sabol, Barbara; Russell, Timothy
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A gathering of 5 veteran Appalachian poets who embrace the zen Buddhist aspects of that life. The book is the publication of two Appalachian presses. Blair Mountain Press and Bottom Dog Press. It features the work of Victor Depta. Edwina Pendarvis, Barbara Sabol, Timothy Russell, and Larry Smith

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A gathering of 5 veteran Appalachian poets who embrace the zen Buddhist aspects of that life. The book is the publication of two Appalachian presses. Blair Mountain Press and Bottom Dog Press. It features the work of Victor Depta. Edwina Pendarvis, Barbara Sabol, Timothy Russell, and Larry Smith
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Since we are focusing on Appalachia and Zen, to say that I am a coal-camp hillbilly is appropriate since I was born in the mountains and raised for fifteen years in the coal camps of Logan County, West Virginia, the result of which has been a lifelong hostility towards industrial capitalism, the economic exploitation of miners and the decimation of the environment. The other effect of the mountains is the Pentecostal passion for a spiritually ecstatic experience of God.Escape from that hillbilly hell-in-paradise is, of course, the military. My four years in the Navy felt like the old-fashioned Grand Tour: Imperial Beach, California; Yokohama and Fukuoka in Japan; and the Florida Keys. I think the U.S. Government lost some money on my tours of duty, but I learned a lot about Zen while in Japan, and I certainly was aesthetically educated by the beauty of the world.The other escape from poverty in the mountains is education, and I went full-on, ultimately obtaining a PhD in the American Renaissance, especially the Transcendentalism of Whitman, Emerson and Thoreau. And my years in stoned San Francisco were certainly an escape. And then, in 1969 when I was thirty in Pineknob in Raleigh County, West Virginia, I was enlightened by the knowledge that reality is a darkness of the potential creativity of anything, anywhere, particularly of the blue, spikey beauty of a thistle on a scraggly hillside.