Best Place To Play Wiffle Ball (2008)


I write this before a Bobst library window overlooking WASHINGTON SQUARE PARK'S SOUTHEAST CORNER. Naturally, I'd rather be with two or three buddies swatting white plastic balls in one of the dusty triangles below, seeing friends stroll by, wishing for a beer, impressing pretty ladies, amusing little babies, and hearing hip-hoppers sarcastically track the game ("Damn, Pedro Martinez"). Annie Dillard theorizes that literature often focuses on childhood because the labor of writing consumes authors' adult experiences. But late capitalism forces almost everyone to sacrifice life for work. Playing is protest.