November 2, 2012

A Passionate Pursuit


Whole Hog from Joe York on Vimeo.


I was first introduced to Stewart Voegtlin and his fine writing on the now retired Blood & Grits by The Trad, John Tinseth’s unvarnished running commentary on a personal past and present that’ll make you question what you’re doing with your days and nights. And maybe go get a few shots (the preventative kind). Stewart inked a story there called Old Fashioned Christmas about two years ago and I’ve been a devotee ever since. With a clear passion for writing, he has a unique way of putting the reader in the room. An invisible participant in an unfolding narrative that’s so raw it reads in analog.

He recently penned a piece in the Oxford American about Joe York, Oxford, MS-based documentarian of Southern culture realized through its food; barbeque and squirrel hunting and hog killing as the prism that reflects broader issues of race and gender and history and progress. No stranger to passion he, it seems, York articulates here the personal rewards that come from doing what you love… 

“I’ve made films exclusively of people who are passionate beyond measure about whatever it is that they do, and the great thing about passionate people is that they want you to be passionate about what they’re passionate about. And they want to talk about it, and they get you excited about it, and then when you get excited about it they get even more excited about it, and then you talk and talk and talk. Before you know it, you’ve been with them for days and you’re like old friends and you’re drinking beers together and wine out of the bottle and pork straight from the hog and oysters on the boat and tomatoes off the vine…”

Nothing quite so inspiring as a little time spent in orbit around those who are driven by what they do. Read the whole article here.

Thanks for turning me on to this, GSV. And for the guidance/inspiration on interviews.

1 comment:

Amatourist said...

a noteworthy memory from my dear sweet mom...

"I just read this and it reminded me of when Dad killed that big hog for Bobby S______, brought it home and strung it up in the trees by the deck. Bobby sent some of the guys from the "Yard" up to skin it and I sat out there with them, because Dad had to go somewhere (of course!). The older guy was explaining to me how when he was growing up his dad would butcher a hog at least once a month. he showed me all the fat (saved for cooking) and where the bacon and ham were located. Very interesting. The younger guys who were with him didn't seem that interested, guess it's a generational thing.

"The head was saved for Bobby's mother to hang at their ranch."