Canadian Nights

 

You said, “the transition is happiness.” I'd wanted to drive out to the end of the continent and I have. Erotic certainty might be the way to a city at the border—an irreversible value, the shape of essay and desolation. How complete does the transition need to be? The joke I was always trying to tell wasn't really about Canada but about the “extent of overlapping.” It's been mackerel skies all day. As you know, I'm still a nature boy. Looking back I wanted—I want—to equal the whole prairie.

(Barry McKinnon, “In the Millennium/60”)

 

 

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