“... Up telephone poles,
Which rear, half out of leavage
As though they would shriek
Like things smothered by their own
Green, mindless, unkillable ghosts.
In Georgia, the legend says
That you must close your windows
At night to keep it out of the house
The glass is tinged with green, even so,
As the tendrils crawl over the fields.
The night the Kudzu has
Your pasture, you sleep like the dead.
Silence has grown oriental
And you cannot step upon the ground...
ALL: Kudzu by James Dickey”
Quote by James Dickey
“Have you ever seen the veins in your arm or the way your lungs look when you breathe? The capillaries, all the little tubes—they look like the branches of a tree. You can see the parallels, the sameness that you see in the human form.”
Source: Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South
“We’re all connected. We’re all stardust. We’re all energy. At our core, we are all the same.”
Source: Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South
“I have an emotional attachment to it all. The earth. The sky. I’ve studied it all my life. And it hurts me whenever somebody hurts this, out here. My home.”
Source: Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South
“I am a patchwork American, strung together by DNA strands from distant places. Meant to exist in the margins. These are my labels, my unshakeable question marks. Belonging to no one, with nowhere to belong. I am still struggling to understand where I fall, where I fit. Am I invasive?”
Source: Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South
“The air is charged, the beings making up the forest biome thrumming to a beat I can’t quite understand.”
Source: Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South
“After all, the vine is still wrapped around the outside of her home, rows of large sheets of arresting leaves embracing the columns of her front porch, both spilling inside and trailing out to the waiting world beyond her doorstep.”
Source: Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South
“Just one tendril, leaping toward the dawn of a better horizon, at a time.”
Source: Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South
“Like kudzu, we have been stamped as something to shun. Like kudzu, we have thrived in areas we are unwanted, despite resistance to our existence. Like kudzu, we have persisted.”
Source: Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South
“Woven within the wild expanse of greenery is a timeless relic, a bewildering being enshrouded in over a century of magic and mystery.”
Source: Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South
“In fact, you couldn't even be sure that everything you had assumed to be an expression of your black, unfettered self-- the humor, the song, the behind-the-back pass-- had been freely chosen by you. At best, these things were a refuge; at worst, a trap. Following this maddening logic, the only thing you could choose as your own was withdrawal into a smaller and smaller coil of rage, until being black meant only the knowledge of your own powerlessness, of your own defeat. And the final irony: Should you refuse this defeat and lash out at your captors, they would have a name for that, too, a name that could cage you just as good. Paranoid. Militant. Violent. Nigger.”
Source: Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance