The Tapestry of American History '03

 

The Tapestry of American History '03 was used as an introduction by Adam Fieled to Personal Mythologies II at Kelly Writers House, on September 20, 2003.

Two young writers, with similar roots and a similar itinerary— Philly ‘burbs to State College to NYC to Center City Philadelphia— letting loose, talking turkey, letting turkey, talking loose. We will open up vistas for you that have, as of yet, remained unexplored. We will prove that Dave Eggers does not hold a monopoly on Heartbreaking Works of Staggering Genius; that Jhumpa Lahiri is not the only uncannily masterful Interpreter of Maladies; that Zadie Smith is not the only wunderkind with White Teeth. In short, we are staking a claim for ourselves as potential literary lions, and definitely established literary cubs. We are asking you to join us on a magical mystery tour through the perilous interior, the delicately structured psyche, the exquisite nooks and crannies of the artistic temperament.

We know that Mahmoud Abbas has stepped down; that President Bush is asking Congress for eighty-seven billion dollars to complete a misguided debacle of an imperialist conquest; that more than half the country is aware of the current administration’s idiocy, yet remains convinced that Bush will be unbeatable next year; that Tony Blair has inordinately big ears, as does President Bush; that Donald Rumsfeld is best post-modern poet since Robert Creeley; that Condeleeza Rice brings a bag lunch to the White House every day, containing pb & j with the crusts cut off, a Little Debbie snack, and a Juicy Juice. Amidst the awful offal of an empire in decline, what place for an artist?

We’re the ones that blow the horns; the ones that snicker venomously into typewriters; the ones that see portents in a garbage truck, and an Imagistic firmament of the boardwalk in Wildwood. We’re in Montreal, strutting down the Rue Saint Denis, rehearsing fragments of Baudelaire poems with which to astonish the natives. We are teaching a classful of students on 9-11, running from a building, experiencing transcendent horror, hugging strangers, being impressed by metaphysical scallywags. We are not here to be noticed, but to notice ourselves. We are not here to change things, we are here to watch things change. We won’t cure anything, or we might, but we won’t know it. In short, we are here to create the tapestry of American history, 2003, because, like it or not, we are Americans.

With that, let us begin at a moseying pace towards our Olympian destination. Brian Freedman holds a BA from Penn State and an MA from NYU. His writing has appeared in Wine Spectator, the Philadelphia Inquirer, and in the vaults of heaven. He has just completed his first novel, Shock Art.