{"id":12256,"date":"2021-05-06T19:58:07","date_gmt":"2021-05-06T19:58:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=12256"},"modified":"2022-02-07T15:13:51","modified_gmt":"2022-02-07T21:13:51","slug":"christopher-porterfield-of-field-report-travels-inner-highways-and-outer-byways","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=12256","title":{"rendered":"Christopher Porterfield of Field Report travels inner highways and outer byways"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\"\"Christopher Porterfield on the road. milwaukeerecord.com<\/em><\/p>\n

Perhaps his parents detected the glint of a wanderer in their infant\u2019s eyes, then they named him. Christopher Porterfield is like a flawed version of Saint Christopher, the patron saint of travelers, especially in his marvelous song “Home (Leave the Lights On).” Or in \u201cSummons\u201d or \u201cEnchantment,\u201d or the Kerouac-esque \u201cIf I Knew.\u201d In his humble way, Porterfield conveys an acute sense of place, even as locales shift. So he honors \u201cthe sacred,\u201d as he did in his recent live YouTube performance, from Caf\u00e9 Carpe, the quietly legendary roots music venue in Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin, which prompted this essay. He paraphrased the great poet-naturalist Wendell Barry: \u201cThere are no places that are not sacred, only some that are desecrated.\u201d This recalls the adage \u201cThe Holy Land is everywhere,\u201d spoken by Native American wise man Black Elk, as the white man began his desecrating.<\/p>\n