Annemarie Cancienne
Art, nature, writing woes. Sometimes funny, often intentionally. New Yorker by birth, Londoner by practice. She/her.
Story ‘Nothing Compared to You’ out in the Book of Witty Women : bit.ly/3Q72ug0
- Thinking about “an island of strangers”. Don’t think it matters whether it’s an intentional Powell callback or not. Either: it is Or: it isn’t, but the context and content of the speech recall it. Thing is, option 2 is not better.
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View full threadIndeed. The whole sorry episode has gotten me thinking about “passing” for that is what this boils down to. The visible immigrant, by colour or culture, as opposed to the ones who “conform”. Which is easier for me, the London born white son of Irish economic migrants, than for my fellow squalids
- Yes. As an immigrant, my solidarity is with everyone from the immigrant diaspora. The bar for my integration was pretty low and I still had plenty of times feeling like I didn’t/couldn’t/wouldn’t fit. To be told you *shouldn’t* fit, will never fit, grinds away more pieces of yourself.
- A friend’s father was recently trampled by cows. He lived, albeit w broken ribs, a punctured thigh, and much PTSD. Many reasons to be glad you survived that. Not least to stop future generations from sniggering at your death.
- A phone note I wrote a few months ago says: The horror of being killed by cows. And that's it.
- Genuinely horrific. Made worse because it sounds funny.
