I moved to North Louisiana in 1991 to study the Bibleand ended up by 1998 getting a MA in Creative Writing instead. In that period, I got Nabokovs referential mania, where everything is a sign. I found out reference is a matter of history, and that history destroys the individual who wants to be part of it. But the South doesnt know that. In the South, everythings a miracle. Everythings about God, is God, and that includes the most innocuous word. Theres no privacy. People dont stop talking, even with their mouths closed. Poetry is way of seeking privacy from God. Having grown up in a tropical, buzzing climate, Ive long been fascinated with Glen Goulds version of a personal Arctic, an Idea of Norththe solitude that is itself the Question that compels the imagination to reach toward an Answer. Like Melvilles white whale of atheism, the results of Christianity for me have been this so far: language works as a reflex in response to a staggeringly limitless, anarchic set of meanings implied by the natural world. If language is the imaginations reaching for the truth, then language and the soul are equivalents. E-mail: Ronald Donn.