Friendships Aside…..
June 7, 2009
The fields are plowed, harvested, primed to grow. But I don’t give a shit about these fields, or the red-county yokels that live and die for them. There are certain things, that usually stem in these parts, that really, really know how to dismantle me. One of which being the ignorant, soil-stained (literal reference), 25-toothed farm boys of south western Pennsylvania. Hemingway wrote once about how achingly hard it is to write about your hometown. He isn’t kidding. I don’t want to denounce this place for all it’s faux rustic appeal and overall ignorance, but, in the plainest terms, it sucks here. To quote Hem, my hometown is made up of “wide yards and closed minds.”
Making a permanent move to Philadelphia is really important at this juncture in time. I’m nearing the prime years of my life, my early 20’s. Despite my affection for my working-class parents, I have to do this; staying here would be stripping myself of my intellectual and artistic potential.
To the type-writer. To where the music beats loudest. Hasten I must.
