Meditations on Americanism: Fireflies Dandelions and War
I wrote this a while ago but I just happened upon it and thought - them there's blog material! I am alive, I am writing, mostly poetry at the moment. I hope anyone who reads this is still alive and well too. Here is something a wee bit more substantive and fit for online webitry than the expletive-filled poetry I've been turning out. I am a couple of weeks away from my Australian citizenship appointment (must get to studying: golden wattle, opal, three year Prime Minister terms, oh my!) _______________________________________________________ I suppose no one can ever really know us, hurtling as we are through life, alone and without repair, but when you live outside the culture of your birth you are both innumerably enriched yet in no small way also bereft of something many people take for granted. This loss occasionally fills me with nostalgia and ennui. Sharing a culture with someone. It must be easier for people who have spent their lives entirely in one city,
