Why Harriet? Harriet is, lost simply, my maternal grandmother. I deny I have a complex, though she is at times over bearing. It is too Tubman, Beecher Stowe, and Simpson Arnow. Harriet is not just Southern. The Spy, the female version of Truman. We are, in a sense, all Harriet, and none of us are Harriet. Like Charles Foster Kane in Orson's movie, we all oppress at the same instant we rebel against oppression. This page is dedicated to the intricacy and absence of meaning. It is about the hidden meaning of Grant Wood Paintings, the self-reflixeness of D.A. Coe, the backward messages in Jabberwocky, complexity for its own sake, degrading into nothingness like sand through the hourglass. Leave only footprints, take only memories.
I am not Harriet, I am Matthew Brothers, sometimes known as The Matthew Brothers, Director of Appalshop Center Programs, at Appalshop, I am a graduate of Centre College, and I recieved my M.A. in Southern Studies from Ole Miss.