Current Issue: Fall 2011 Well Enough Alone
In his poem, “Sunday Morning Early,” David Romtvedt describes a scene in which he and his daughter sit in “the russet and gold of late summer’s sunburnt grasses” listening to the stillness. Like any person deeply in love with a moment and the person sharing it, Romtvedt attempts a commemorative sentiment…
I say, “It’s Sunday, and here we are
in the church of the out of doors,”
then I wish I’d had the sense to keep quiet.
That’s the trick in life – learning to leave well enough alone.”
And so, for the Fall 2011 issue of Jackson Hole Review, we draw our theme from Romtvedt’s personal lesson on trying to preserve a moment that is already perfect, with a slight twist: “Well. Enough. Alone.” Why as humans do we feel the need to alter, or “improve,” our environments?
Aren’t they just how they have to be? What happens if we don’t intervene? Why do we collect things? What kinds of things are worth collecting? Do experiences need objects to make them real? Why do we need witnesses to validate our experiences? What does it mean to be well or to have enough or to be alone in the American West?