As we enter eclipse season, a poem https://www.southeastreview.org/single-post/41-1-andrew-zawacki?fbclid=IwAR2ryylE17xx2PuIUThX6_f_j7m4bQoM_tYDzKqicx6GVjBd62A0ar_Yxt4 #secondgradebfriend
Discussion
“My notion of a global pastoral has also been aided and abetted by Marc Augé’s non-places—airports, shopping centers, highways, and other zones where our life gets led, although none belongs to us in any singular way, or bears any mark of uniqueness, or else acts as a truly communal ground, as the basis for a community. I’m as much the son of such nowhere spaces as I am of my hometown in Pennsylvania. The former are as level and homogenous—defined precisely by their lack of definition, capitalism being an invisible hand—as Warren is distinctive, unmistakable for anywhere else. Global pastoral witnesses the folding of locales into one another—a sort of spatial jetlag, if you will, each place somehow ahead or behind itself, so that everywhere bears the trace of anywhere else.”—AJZ