Before moving back to Appalachia, I admit to building a certain kind of fledgling sense of an eccentrically Southern cultural liberal strain (with some distinctly queer spins) on the east side of the Smokies, in NC, my interest mostly sparked by the fact of
Black Mountain College. Back then, I mused over a little-known
writer I feel some poetic kinship with, someone I had intended, once here, to somehow get in touch with.
It seems, a couple of months ago, Jonathan Williams
passed on.
I am now more determined than ever to see where he lived and become more familiar with his
backwater legacy.
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