I am persuaded that my progenitors talk through me. This doesn't mean I am unique. It is the inverse,truth be told. It implies that I am just who I'm a direct result of who I have a place with,who I come from. As an essayist this implies I produce what we currently call"work"that is in some cases odd in shape or structure. Work that does things you shouldn't do in proficient composition,work that arbitrarily disregards story assumptions,addresses the peruser in manners you're instructed not to;work that is pointlessly certain or negative,grim or hopeful,work that approaches itself,quotes itself,references itself,work that doesn't have the foggiest idea where it is going even as it arrives. I make work that is unequivocal and obscure,charm and critical,sincere and wry. Attempting to accomplish this work expertly implies that occasionally individuals who pay me for my work need to let me know that I'm doing it inaccurately. What's