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~Download Book ☪ The Grassling ♻ A subtle, moving celebration of place and connectedness The Grassling brings the sounds, smells and sights of the countryside alive like few other books Burnett stretches the limits of prose, infusing it with poetic intensity to create a powerful, original voice PD Smith, Guardian What fills my lungs is wider than breath could be It is a place and a language torn, matted and melded flowered and chiming with bones That breath is that place and until I get there I will not really be breathingSpurred on by her father s declining health and inspired by the history he once wrote of his small Devon village, Elizabeth Jane Burnett delves through layers of memory, language and natural history to tell a powerful story of how the land shapes us and speaks to us The Grassling is a book about roots what it means to belong when the soil beneath our feet is constantly shifting, when the people and places that nurtured us are slipping away This freedom is a feeling that I will try to carry with me wherever I go In the times that lie ahead, as territories narrow and common borders close, I will think of this forest The clumps of moss, the cool of water, the hills that hold To remember this whenever I land against something telling me I shouldn t be thereThe Grassling is a beautiful book It is memoir, poetry and nature writing at its best Burnett s prose blends these genres and stretches across body, time and This freedom is a feeling that I will try to carry with me wherever I go In the times that lie ahead, as territories narrow and common borders close, I will think of this forest The clumps of moss, the cool of water, the hills that hold To remember this whenever I land against something telling me I shouldn t be thereThe Grassling is a beautiful book It is memoir, poetry and nature writing at its best Burnett s prose blends these genres and stretches across body, time and place As she walks across the fields that belong to her family, and brings her dying father handfuls of its grass and flowers, you feel you are there too She describes the sound of bird song, the shape of the plants and the taste of the soil in such a multi sensory way The Grassling is also a deeply personal exploration of localness and identity within nature writing and eco poetry as Burnett reflects on her British Kenyan heritage There were so many parts I underlined She imagines a dirt speckled alphabet, lifted out of the earth like a row of beans and looks back to a time when this field was a sea, and we had yet to come As Burnett writes, reading could be a many layered thing, a digging thing a harvest 4.5 stars A poetic memoir that traverses the landscape of grief and home with an eye for the minute detail of the connections between people and places. A favorite excerpt Lightness is both a color and a weight The soil needs its own dictionary. A poet, roaming the Devon lands of her dying father and of his forefathers, the author likes hiding in hedgerows and swimming through soil She writes beautifully about soil, ground, loam, rotifers Words, beautiful nature words including Olde English A bit bonkers sometimes but calming to read. Where is the Society of Soil, Mourning and Metamorphosis, I wonder, where people who wander around fields slowly turning into something they don t recognize gather for lunch and read transcriptions of soil song I m not used to reading a lot of poetry so this was quite a departure from what I m used to with nature memoir and tbh some of it probably went over my unlearned head That said, I love soilthan most people can comprehend so this immersive and often bizarre homage to rubbing your Where is the Society of Soil, Mourning and Metamorphosis, I wonder, where people who wander around fields slowly turning into something they don t recognize gather for lunch and read transcriptions of soil song I m not used to reading a lot of poetry so this was quite a departure from what I m used to with nature memoir and tbh some of it probably went over my unlearned head That said, I love soilthan most people can comprehend so this immersive and often bizarre homage to rubbing your face in the grass sits well with me At turns both fascinating and unfathomable. Such a pleasure to read This refreshing reflection was just the medicine I needed to start this new year I want to hold onto this book forever.