Great Plains Studies, Center for
Date of this Version
1994
Abstract
Maybe that did it, I thought-maybe that was one of the things that turned me into a writer-my playing [softball] far out in the field. The playing, and the watching that went with it. The listening, out there. The wanting to enter the game while fearing that someone might hit the ball in my direction. The being isolated, out there in the prairie wind and the summer light; my striking up a conversation with a nearby gopher as I watched the pitched ball. . . . The caring so much, so enduringly, for the movements of small creatures, for the ongoing game, for all the shouting and the laughter that are some of the various names of love. -Robert Kroetsch, Alberta 1
Comments
Published in Great Plains Quarterly 14:3 (Summer 1994). Copyright © 1994 Center for Great Plains Studies, University of Nebraska–Lincoln.