These writers are no doubt joined by others. We find that, to a great extent, past and present, location and abstraction, history recorded and history missed are mutually inclusive vectors. Our flame-fresh world is derived from their virtual obliteration. It is paradox, not contradiction, to clothe radical vision in conservative flesh, to jack into the uncut morning light and feel a utopian rush in your spinal column. If it is paradoxical to think that the South might become a bastion for experiment, let us make the most of it.
Paradox is the place where wisdom is most often found.
Alpha-tested sky prolix with doves. There is opposition, the desperate, paid-for counterstroke.