I was listening to Mipo radio last night and Amy King was interviewing Linh Dihn (you should check it out if you haven’t yet:
anyway, Linh mentioned being between cultures (Vietnam and America) and not being fully accepted or integrated into either. I can relate to that experience, although in my case it’s a little different. I can pass for American (skin color and accent being primary), but I most of early identity was forged in N. Ireland and Milton Keynes England. When I go home to Ireland I am an American (again my lost accent), but I feel most comfortable and at peace in N. Ireland.
So I am between.
Which is also an interesting way to think about writing. James Tate has some good nomadic surrealism, especially his early and middle period.
The ongoing struggle so vital to my living. Art/Life.
A critical in-between. Aware in other words. Aware IN OTHER WORDS!