Saturday, May 24, 2008


Carol Bly- April 16, 1930 – December 21, 2007- In Remembrance

Remarkably self-assured, insightful, not afraid to “rock-the-boat,” Carol was remembered for stories revealing the moral substance of small town Minnesotans, characters who literally were born out of the family farm experience in the 1950’s and 60’s. She raised four children in Madison, known nationally as the "Lutefisk Capital” of Lac Qui Parle County. With no running water and a library filled with over 5,000 books, Carol and her husband, Robert Bly, now Poet Laureate of Minnesota, wrote instead of watch television, to become two of the most important stakeholders in Minnesota literary history.

Carol’s stories did not skim the surface of country life’s mundane farm routines, coffee klatches and church socials; no, they revealed her penitent for frankness and an unswerving logical bent, scripted in extraordinarily hopeful prose. She was truly a navigator of ethical/moral thinking, reaching out to describe societal inequities…. the jerks, bullies, losses and ironies of country life.

Bly’s column for Minnesota Public Radio, A Letter from the Country, was eventually published as Letters from the Country in 1981. From “Lost Swede Towns“ to “Turning Ploughshares back into Swords,” Bly’s craft is a mix of secular, sociology and story.

In the chapter “Thinking Over Things at Christmas,” Carol describes a country household and what might happen when the man of the house comes home,” If men could succeed in recognizing that, they would win for themselves the old joy of quietly thinking about things. What happens, however, is that man returns home, excited by the shadow material that has been seen and said—he drives home really excited. The sodium lighted Main Street and the crescent –shaped pile of plowed snow around a car that wasn’t moved off before the plow came by and the gritted railroad tracks at the level crossing—all this feels like his own country and he is intact, in a glittering, frantic way. It is what is called having had a pretty good drunk.”

Carol’s exploration of this country couple’s interaction reveals a concealed reality, the universally accepted societal value that is immune from questioning: secreted abuse in a hidden vow of faithfulness. She wrote, “Then he arrives home and his wife, whether she spent the evening with him or waited at home, is snapped into her civilization holding stance. A drunk, idol-smashing man is a threat to civilization: he will uncover the one-third sacred subject she tries to suppress under family cheer; he will force her into thought instead of reverence. In a word she is terrified. She snaps at him…… If we are producing this scene over and over in our countryside we have a very mean side to our society."

Interested in human underpinnings she peeled away surface layers to find out what lie underneath— describing those qualities in metaphor, moments when we truly become the best of our social, psychological frame, or lack of— what ultimately determines the existence of an ethical backbone. How do we act when we don’t have to, and how do we when we have no choice? Carol wrote it is in a” firing range, that a shooter’s aim is tested.”



Carol was a proponent of social psychology and in the forward of "Changing the Bully Who Rules the World,” Reading & Thinking about Ethics, she assailed bullies, “For centuries bullies in high places have felt entitled to push other people around. They have felt entitled to cheat little people of their life earnings. Now that there is some technology for changing their behavior, I suggest we pick it up and use it. Perhaps, soon, white-collar bullying, like slavery, will not longer be acceptable.”

The introduction to "Changing the Bully" explains a new approach to a social science problem, by way of stories, essays and poems through ethical conversion. With atypical ironic humor Carol wrote, “Just when you realize you are having a moral feeling, and that it has filled your whole sail, it evaporates like small gusts of dusk.”

Her impassioned prose is instructional in that it never fails to point out the hard truths, leading us through memorable scenes which at their core reveal we are all part of a societal network fraught with what she termed “sacred-cowism” or “mere fluttering of feelings” rather than “actual thinking” upon which to take action. She wrote to morally engage us as readers. In a chapter of Changing the Bully, “Genuine Jerks and Genuine Jerk Organizations” Carol wrote, “As soon as we wake up ethically, nothing again is clean cut.”

Carol was a frequent speaker at events held by Writers Rising Up.



Victoria Pellar Price
Photo: Carol Earth Day Readings 2006 Minnesota Landscape Arboretum with Bill Holm
Photo credit: Victoria Pellar Price

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

2008 Paul Gruchow Essay Winners


The $400 prize money will be split among the five winners.

This year we had 100 entries and for the first time many came from outside of MN including OH, WI, Ill, WA, OR, AZ, PA, CA, NE.

The five winners and one Honorable Mention were from :

Winners from Stillwater, MN,-- Chicago, Ill,--- Rochester, MN, ---Mazeppa, MN and Rochester, MN. and one Honorable Mention from Pepin, WI.

"To love the world: Leonardo's Green Dream" by Donald Heffernan of Stillwater; Milissa Link of Minneapolis, "Gone Wild;" Patricia Monaghan of Chicago, "The Memory of Glaciers;" Coleen Johnston of Mazeppa, MN, "By the Notebook;" Virgina Wright Peterson's "The Natural and Unnatural History of Marion Township;" and Dana Hoeschen wins Honorable Mention for her essay entitled "Liminal: situated at a sensory threshold, barely perceptible. "

Essays, bios and photos to be posted soon.

Thanks to all for submitting.

Saturday, January 26, 2008


Is Winter, Winter Anymore?


Is winter, winter anymore?
Either extremely hot or cold,
Is winter, winter anymore?
No, extreme winter has run away,
But don’t litter and recycle,
Winter will come back on a bicycle!
Soon polar bears will be gone
Because there will be no ice to sit on,
Since the pollution is high
Tell Mr. Antarctica good-bye!
Turn your lights off and computer
Soon polar bears will be cuter,
If you want your friends to stay,
Save and recycle every day!
So, Is winter, winter anymore?




Payal Sampat (9 yrs old)
Eden Prairie, MN
Mother Earth Cries



Listen to the suffering whispers of the trees
Why doesn't anyone worry about the dying bees
Global warming, toxic air, acid rain
Mother Earth screams out in pain
The plauge of mankind too much to bear
Raping her resources; no one seems to care
Polar caps melt like ice cream on a summer day
Will our childern have a safe place to play?
Seems always comes down to the mighty dollar
Why aren't we hot under the collar?
Haven't had a white Christmas in a year or two
Perhaps Mr. Winter like geese south flew
The blue marble spun long before man came along
Nature no longer sings its peaceful song
Peace was held for many years
Many laughs and many tears
The nations all sung a simple song
Praying and hoping for it to last for long
Suddenly a shot was heard
Round the entire mighty earth
A great war was given birth
People pleaded and fell on their knees
No longer barriers between the seas
The once fertile land was tore
The human race existed no more



Alan Hasan Wittmer
Mayer, MN



At the Same Time


At the Same Time
Then she heard how Coke is draining
the Indian aquifer, sealing
the water, selling it
back. This was during
the warm winter
so the smells of torture
and its foul defense
were not frozen. And it was
hard to breathe and talk
at the same time,
listening to and running
from the lies gathering and sticking
and rolling down
the steep slope
that is
her country.


Suzanne Swanson
St Paul, MN

Thursday, November 1, 2007


Writers Rising Up to Defend Place, Natural Habitat, Wetlands INVITES original, previously unpublished poetry (maximum one page) and or essay (1,500 words maximum) submissions for January publication on its
writersrisingupblog at
http://wrupblog.blogspot.com/The theme for this issue, "Is Winter, winter anymore?" encourages consideration of the relationship between human activity and nature. Minnesota winters the past 10 years have been warmer than normal, except 2000-2001, according to state Department of Natural Resources. This points to a persistence factor, a repeating behavior of mild winters. The National Weather Service's Climate Prediction Center gives persistence the edge in its outlook for winter 2007-08 and puts Minnesota in the area with a tendency for above-normal temperatures and equal chances for precipitation.Deadline: February 1, 2008. Email submissions in the body of the email (no attachments) with a short bio, including city where you live, to: writersrisingupblog@yahoo.com.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

"Falling Bridges"


Aug. 2, 2007: American News
More black news from Minnesota.A bridge over the Mississippi falls down: nine dead,twenty missing, details unclear...All this arrives in half-understood Icelandic over state radio while I am driving to Akureyri.I imagine cars hurtling over the interstate bridge down into the now-tepid waters of the river.The sky above a humid hundred, cries and shrieks muffled in the saturated air.Bridges are not supposed to fall down in invincible "can-do" America.The Brooklyn Bridge does not fall down.The iron gates of the locks in the Panama Canal have opened and closed every day since 1913.The generators hum below the Hoover Dam to feed the electrical jolt that cools, lights and irrigates the west.The motor in the old Buick purrs after 250,000 miles.We build to last! We are the world's engineers!Suddenly we lose all our steadily stupider wars; the currency evaporates,we're afraid of every moving shadow.The Fed-Ex clerk in Minneapolis has never heard of Iceland.That in Europe? We don't deliver there. Where's Retchivelt?The code book lies on the table in front of him: number 286.But he either can't or won't read it.So goes business -- as Charles Wilson said: the business of America. Three quarters of us believe in a personal god who saves and punishes. Three quarters of us can't find Canada, France, or the Pacific on a map. We believe in one true god, but not in geography. Every day Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan appear in the Reykjavík newspapers: what are they up to now?Tomorrow I suppose it will be pictures of cars dropping off a collapsed bridge;Down into the Father of Waters that divides us, east from west,The waters that begin in Scandinavian, safe, efficient Minnesota and now will carry bodies downstream in the current through 27 locks and dams that mayor may not open and close and open again as they are directed so that the ghosts can make their way toward whatever is left of New Orleans.Oh United States! Walt Whitman thought you might wake up --though he was not sure -- and he wept for you.Your sleep is deeper now than ever before and none of your "information systems" are worth a damn to wake you or to hold up the girders of whatever bridge might carry you through even one more century of history.
Bill Holm
8-02-07
Published with permission of the author