spending a few days in baton rouge. i often forget how laid back the pace of life is here. it makes me wonder about the connection between language and place. the rapid onrush of jumbled fragments necessitated in ways by life in chicago doesn't seem essential here, here where poetic language practice might refuse narrative assembly due to problems of southern identity but not due to overwhelming potential avenues.
as soon as i write, i begin to disagree with myself. mabye my own fragmented language practice occurs primarily in chicago because i am a southerner, at least by location of my past, living in a midwestern metropolis.
why also does it feel when i am writing in the south that i am writing as an underdog even if the south has one of the most pronounced literary traditions in the u.s.?
as soon as i write, i begin to disagree with myself. mabye my own fragmented language practice occurs primarily in chicago because i am a southerner, at least by location of my past, living in a midwestern metropolis.
why also does it feel when i am writing in the south that i am writing as an underdog even if the south has one of the most pronounced literary traditions in the u.s.?
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