Images of the South

In Cane, Jean Toomer uses dusk, pines, and sugar cane as symbols of the South. As a Georgia native I have had 20 years of my life to discern the South’s hidden symbols.

For some reason, the first thing I think of is airlines. Atlanta is home to the world’s largest airport, and Delta, one of the most popular airlines. I can see the broad metal wings overhead and hear the low hum of an engine low in the sky. Both of my parents are here because their families chased the airlines, and after a life of nomadic wandering, settled here in the sunbelt.

If I were to pick a time of day, it would be midday, when the sun has reached its zenith in the sky. I have spent so many afternoons laying out on the lawn like a pleased house cat. I often experience Georgia as a warm, bright place. Mostly a literal place of warmth and heat.

The cicada is another thing I love dearly. I love that the air seems to vibrate with the heat from the cicada’s calls. I enjoy the screech; it sounds rambunctious and joyous and it fills me with humor and sonic energy. They are horrifying creatures, but ones I delight in.

I wish I had more of a revelatory collection. Perhaps its part of my privilege to be concerned with these happy objects. There are plenty unsavory places of Georgia history and Georgia currently that my collection does not reflect.