Notes from the Marcellus Shale

Photos by Bill Crandall  /  Poetry by Craig Czury

As with the coal industry of the past, fracking has already begun to change the face and earth rhythms of rural northeastern Pennsylvania. With the advent of Marcellus Shale gas drilling in the Endless Mountains, the vanguard of an enormous energy play has arrived in the hollows, towns, and landscapes of this pastoral region.

Residents watch in a state of conflicting emotions. For some, joy - economic salvation in exchange for allowing drilling on their land. For others, anxiety - as evidence of the environmental problems that can follow becomes clearer.

Poet Craig Czury chronicles the voices of everyday people trying to navigate this divide. Hitchhiking up and down the backroads to gather stories - what he calls ‘thumb notes’ - from gas workers and residents alike, Czury creates a verbal mosaic from shards of conversations.

An industry so pervasive is often, paradoxically, barely visible, innocuous amid the rolling hills. Bill Crandall’s suggestive landscapes quietly convey the power both of what can be seen - the gothic genius loci of the ancient terrain - and infer what cannot: the profound forces at work deep under the surface. His photos also reflect the human landscape, people caught between colossal forces that will affect their fate for generations.

- Kim Crafton

This story has already been written

in the insect trails under bark and stones

in the rippling night glow

and morning chemtrails

in boot soles and tire treads

story underneath the story

as trees be my witness

crawling out of its skin

a map water runs through

Now there’s a haunting reverberation across

the stubble hay-baled field in oils

mountainous snow birch specter of drill tower

flowering lily pond disemboweled pipe trench


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