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The Wilderness Poet: George Ellison

  • By Heidi Coryell Williams
  • Photography by Matt Rose

At home in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, naturalist and writer George Ellison and his artist wife, Elizabeth, find peace and inspiration.

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George Ellison pens his poetry from a slightly neglected back room adjacent to his wife’s sprawling Bryson City art studio, leased from the hardware store below. In stark contrast to the watercolors and mixed-media artwork that line the walls of Elizabeth’s studio, George’s office is denoted by a single handwritten sign on the door and, just beyond that, bookshelves — some little more than planks of wood balanced atop concrete block. Along one wall is a long wooden writing desk occupied by a computer, its monitor elevated upon a cinder block.

This, George says, is where he writes.

But writing and composing are not the same things. There is a place for each. This is of particular import for George, who describes himself as a person who has been irrevocably affected by place.

“The clearer idea you have of where you are, the clearer idea you have of who you are,” he says. It’s what first drew him to the Smoky Mountains. He was in search of a spot to observe the natural world and to use those observations to fuel a full-time writing career.

More than 30 years later, he continues to immerse himself in the written word.

Journeys and explorations

In the early 1970s, while working as an assistant English professor at Mississippi State University, George began researching Southern writer and naturalist Horace Kephart, who’d retreated to the Smokies seven decades earlier for his own writing career. So when George suggested to his wife that they move to Bryson City, he did so with plans to pursue writing as profession, without the filter of academia to muddy his work.

George, Elizabeth, and their three children relocated. It was a new beginning. More important, it was a new place.

One day, a few years after moving, the Ellisons were exploring the Great Smoky Mountains National Park when they discovered a private gate deep in the woods. They followed the trail beyond until it opened into a holler, where they found a small homestead overlooking a winding creek and surrounded on three sides by parkland. They tracked down the owners of the cabin, who agreed to rent it to them for a summer, and then another and another, and many more after that.

Those summer months were the start of a journey: George pursued writing as a profession; Elizabeth painted; their children grew. The Smoky Mountain cabin was only miles from their full-time home in Bryson City, but it provided respite, a place to wander during the day, to cook over a woodstove at dusk, and to fall asleep at night, reading by lamplight.

George was prolific during those early years, writing poems and publishing a poetry magazine from 1973 to 1980. He kept his poems in an old cardboard box. As he shifted focus, moving into nonfiction nature writing and academic research, the box was shelved, but not forgotten. Meanwhile, he read everything he could about the natural world. He studied the Cherokee Indians and researched mountain botany. He wrote essays and biographical introductions for several Kephart volumes.

In time, the box of poetry was misplaced. He searched for it on occasion, without success.

Ellison's walks often take him to the place where he composes his poems, a spot by the creek with a wood-and-cinder-block bench he set up 15 years ago.

Ellison’s walks often take him to the place where he composes his poems, a spot by the creek with a wood-and-cinder-block bench he set up 15 years ago.

Landscapes, within and without

Eventually, the Ellisons purchased the cabin and 50 acres where they’d spent their summers so they could live there full time.

The property isn’t as secluded as it once was, but it’s home, and it remains an example of nature at its finest — Elizabeth’s horse roams the property with two German shorthaired pointers.

Had the Ellisons stayed in Mississippi or moved somewhere else, life would have been different, though George and Elizabeth differ on how. He questions whether the writing would have ever happened; she says it most certainly would have.

He appears thoughtful at her insistence and says, “The writing may have happened. The art may have happened. Whether the poetry would have happened, it wouldn’t have been like this. I’ve been very much particular to developing a sense of place.”

George’s poetry transports as much as it informs. It travels from the southern Smokies to the Blue Ridge. It explains how the southern Appalachians differ from the northern Appalachians. It details how the eastern and western Piedmont divides into different regions.

“I can,” George says, “divide that right down to our house. I’ve developed a sense of geography. A sense of terrain.”

Often before he writes, he walks himself verbally and mentally through the different parts of this emotional geography, or what his friend and colleague Kathryn Stripling Byer, North Carolina poet laureate emeritus, calls his “interior landscape.”

The discovery of the long-lost box of poems from the 1970s prompted the publication of George’s latest book, Permanent Camp, which he describes as being written from the back of his mind. As he grows older, George has found that writing poetry, as opposed to prose, allows him to slow down and compose in a rhythmic manner that is therapeutic. “I am most myself when I am talking to Elizabeth and writing poetry,” he says.

Rediscovering the poems not only rekindled his writing, it rekindled his soul: “It gives me some elbow room to write. To express myself looking for rhythms.”

George Ellison, poet, writer, naturalist.

George Ellison, poet, writer, naturalist.

A place to compose

George had stepped away from poetry in the first place to make a living. He trained himself as a naturalist, and today, he can identify a bird by its distant call and name a tree from one side of the riverbank while standing on the other.

He leads workshops on natural and human history, and he writes a weekly “Nature Journal” column, illustrated by Elizabeth, for the Asheville Citizen-Times. Topics range from “the beauty of the box turtle” to the “obsessional activity” of chipmunks in the fall.

He receives letters every week in response to the column. Two of the past week’s letters are open on his kitchen table — one from an inmate at a state correctional institution, the other from an aspiring poet. They are fans, as many people in this part of the state are. Though George is less known outside western North Carolina, the reverence for him here is unmistakable.

But at the heart of all this work is the poetry. Walking through the woods outside his house leads to a discussion about reproductive spores on fern fronds. He explains how a fern has both a predetermined form and a “predetermined disposition” — as though he were talking not about a plant, but about a pet bird or some other animal with curious habits.

“There is something magical about ferns,” he says, bending gingerly and leaning on a knotted walking stick, pinching the leaves of a fiddlehead with his thumb and forefinger. In the silence that follows, one wonders if he is composing.

George makes this walk as often as he is able — several times a week, sometimes more. He descends the wooden steps of his front porch, walks past a bright butterfly garden to enter the dark forest beyond. The path follows a creek that winds through his property, and as he shuffles his feet, he crushes leaves and rolls his sneakers over thick tree roots. He rounds a bend and walks through the mouth of a rhododendron tunnel to arrive at his desired spot: a bench, made of wood plank upon cinder block, overlooking the creek bed.

He will sit here. Listen to water against rock, the pileated woodpecker, the sound of his breath as it rises to the trees, and he will clear his mind. Perhaps he will jot a note in his journal. Perhaps not.

But he will make room, and he will wait for the poetry.

Literary Compass
Permanent CampGeorge Ellison published his most recent book, Permanent Camp, in 2012 with The History Press. The collection’s title comes from Southern writer Horace Kephart’s book Camping and Woodcraft, and is also the title of the first poem in Ellison’s book. The volume offers a unique blend of geography and history, poetry and prose, as well as Elizabeth Ellison’s colorful illustrations, to orient the reader in this wild, stunning region. In Permanent Camp, poetry is a field guide for exploring the Ellisons’ corner of Appalachia.

Heidi Coryell Williams is a freelance writer in Upstate South Carolina. She works full time as an editor at Clemson University and contributes to TOWN magazine, Tempus magazine, and other lifestyle publications.

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5 Responses to The Wilderness Poet: George Ellison

  1. Margaret Whitlock says:

    I met George Ellison a couple of years ago. I was in Bryson City and peaked through the glass storefront and gasped when I saw his wife’s paintings. I saw a door that led upstairs and made my way up those creaky stairs to the attic. I called out hello and Mr. Ellison came shufflin’ out. I asked him who the painter was, he smiled and said his wife. I was dumbfounded by her colors and how they seemed to bleed and ooze out of the canvas. The way she painted the mountains I grew up with was true, she painted my mountains true. George noticed I picked up a book of his poetry, told him I wanted to buy it. He said no don’t buy that one, I have one downstairs that is much better:). I heard him chasing somebody off downstairs and this made me laugh. He presented to me Permanent Camp. He said if I had time he could read a bit for me. We sat down and he read his beautiful words out of my new book and we talked about ghosts, the ghosts of things. His book is quite astounding and unlike any book I’ve ever read and I eat books like candy. I was to leave Bryson City a few days later for Australia and it was on that long flight that I immersed myself in Permanent Camp. A few years have passed and I continue to pick up this book and read George’s words, its become one of my go to books that will never fail me. For me it is the raw cut throat honesty of his words married up with his wife’s astounding art that makes this book perfection for me. Meeting George that day and having him so graciously share the art that flows so effortlessly between two people is a memory I will always cherish.

  2. J. Dan Pittillo says:

    Maybe George and Elizabeth Ellison moved to Bryson City, to live in a remote home away from the usual modern trappings most of us live with. That is not to say they are unconnected to modern activities: communication is easy via telephone or email at their studio in Bryson City. Perhaps this remote living links them with the wilderness so that only those living amongst wild organisms can one more fully appreciate and express what nature is and does.
    George is a “publicist” my close friend says occasionally. He certainly is widely read; I have been more an academic but certainly appreciate what one that is deeply reading can share. And George has been sharing his knowledge, observations, and giving credit to those that come before and express their knowledge and observations for over a human generation.
    Now George tells us he considers he was and is first a poet. This will certainly open an avenue to wildness that has not already been explored. I’m looking forward to seeing how these words pour out from the bright light shining at the very edge of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park and in the stomping ground of conservationist Horace Kephart.

  3. Carolyn Elkins says:

    I thoroughly enjoyed this article.
    Our Union County Writer’s club in Monroe ,NC is looking for a speaker for our Spring Literary Event. The date is May 4,2014 downtown Monroe at the Arts Council Building at 2 o’clock in the
    afternoon.
    We are a small club, but we will invite guest so there should be between fifty and a hundred people. We will be celebrating our twentieth anniversary.

    If Mr. Ellis is interested in this appearance .Please let me know and include his fee.

    • If Mr. Ellis is unable to speak. Please consider Mr. Bob Plott as your guest speaker. Bob is a North Carolina native who can trace his family roots in the Old North State back to 1750, when his great-great-great-grandfather Johannes Plott arrived here with five of the family hunting dogs.
      Bob wrote a history of the breed – Strike and Stay – The Story of the Plott Hound – that was published by the History Press of Charleston, South Carolina in late 2007. Strike and Stay was awarded the 2008 Willie Parker Peace N.C. Historical Literary award and it has received outstanding reviews. His second book, A History of Hunting in the Great Smoky Mountains was published in late 2008. Bob’s third book, Legendary Hunters of the Southern Highlands, was published in October 2009. Bob’s fourth book, Colorful Characters of the Great Smoky Mountains, has just been published. He is also writing articles for several magazines such as Carolina Country, Wildlife in NC and Smoky Mountain Living and the AKC Gazette.
      Bob has written articles for several different publications, including among others, Carolina Country, Wildlife In North Carolina, Smoky Mountain Living, and The AKC Gazette. And he also writes a monthly article for both Full Cry and American Cooner magazines.
      He is an accomplished wood-carver, sketch artist, martial artist, and historical re-enactor. Bob conducts programs on the history of the Plott hound, legends of the Plott breed, hunting legends of the Smokies, as well as primitive survival skills for various groups and organizations.
      Bob is a member of the American Plott Association, the National Plott Hound Association and the North Carolina Bear Hunters Association.

  4. Renee Higdon Coward says:

    George’s knowledge of this area’s natural history is unsurpassed. His bird walks, fern and mushroom identification hikes, Cherokee history and Horace Kephart lectures are all widely acclaimed. His expertise ranges from helping you understand the “big picture” of how these mountains came to be to slowing you down so you won’t miss the miracle of small things underfoot.

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