I thought Keenan Walsh’s article spotlighting Burlington’s poetry scene was the first step in a great direction for local literature in Burlington [State of the Arts, “Poetry With Your Chard?”  September 19]. For a long time now, Burlington has been home to a community of important writers and poets. There is a broad scope of underground poetry activities going on here — in Winooski, UVM’s Vantage Point, Thread Magazine, Ra Press, along with Aleshire’s fresh poetry being served up at the farmers market. Unfortunately, there’s a disconnect between the community and many of these great poets and other artists. In a city that preaches about values related to supporting local food, farms and businesses, very few people support local artists. It’s everywhere in Burlington, yet it is totally underappreciated.
For me, Burlington’s literary scene resembles what was happening in Paris during the ’20s with folks like Ernest Hemingway, Ezra Pound and Gertrude Stein. We share a lot in common with that time period: war, social injustices, decadence — all of which history has shown fuel great literary scenes. As a local poet, can I say I am a little envious of Aleshire’s poem being plastered in Seven Days? Sure. Do I believe I am a better poet than him? Maybe. But what I am excited about is that in the past few months we have seen two major articles in Seven Days about some great local poets.
Bravo to Seven Days and food writer Corin Hirsch [“Organic Food Fight,”  September 19]. Her response to the Stanford study putting down the value of organic food was right on. Not only did she cover all of the issues involved (which the study did not), she did good science research on these issues. And she dared to mention that flavor and attractiveness are an important part of making the organic choice. In South Burlington, where we want to zone possibilities for more local agriculture for the future (hopefully much of it organic because nonorganic takes up so many fossil fuels that will not be available in years to come), landowners who are fearful of our zoning take pleasure in the Stanford study and have distributed copies to us. I hope they all read her thoughtful and knowledgeable response. This is excellent reporting!
You Missed One!
Good grief, how could you write such an otherwise fine article and fail to even mention Champlain Valley Cohousing, farther south on Greenbush Road from Ten Stones [“It Takes a Village,”  September 19]. We are a community of 22 households (a total of 28 kids among us!) on 125 acres of conserved land, with active farming, clay plain forest and meadows. We’ve been in residence since 2006. We are a committed cohousing community and govern ourselves with sociocracy. Come take a look at us; we still have four lots to sell!
Big, Fat Mistake
[Re “Worthy of Your Love?,”  September 26]: I just wanted to correct a small but glaring error: Beef tallow is not and cannot be called lard. Lard is very specifically pork fat while tallow is rendered from beef suet. While the Worthy Burger could cook its fries in either and I’d be a happy girl, I’m not so pleased when a food writer doesn’t know the difference.
“M” for Marines
Great article [“When the Levy Breaks You,”  September 26]. Just pointing out a couple of typos: “Marine” or “Marines” is always spelled with a capital “m.” I’m a Marine wife of 20 years and the mother of a future Marine.
Editor’s note: Neither the Merriam-Webster Dictionary nor the Chicago Manual of Style capitalizes “Marines,” but we agree it looks weird in lower case. We won’t do it again. Don’t kick our asses.
In our story about artist Dusty Boynton [Eyewitness: “Forever Young,”  September 19], we misidentified the curator of Boynton’s exhibit at the Helen Day Art Center. It’s Rachel Moore. Apologies for the goof.