This is a very witty contemporary poem that takes up the new world order of Globalization and Postmodernism where extreme hybridity has led to an impasse in zeroing down on anything. One thing always appears to be everything or nothing for that matter.
De-spatialization and the problematics of naming is at the core of the poem. The problems voiced would have to be understood in terms of the prevailing multiculturalism and cosmopolitanism of today's world. To name the national space seems to be the basic problem, which also opens up the issue of nation-states, nationhood for that matter moving out gradually with the onset of globalization.
The poem also implies the issue of forced Americanization, the spread of multilingualism which has made sure that it is not possible to codify a nation, solely in terms of a/one language. There are always others, as it were, waiting in the wings.
The space in this postmodern globalized world is a space of flow and fluidity--an intermediary of sorts. That is what leads to the feeling of being a vestigial figure, always on the edge. It is money and money alone, that makes all the difference in this age of high capitalism.
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