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From: Jennifer Moxley<br />

Subject: Wobbly Institutions?<br />

I think you boys must be getting a little saddle weary from all that wobbling.<br />

Those who muse around in definitions of community without self-referentiality<br />

obviously can "step away" long enough to question: are we in one? do we want<br />

one? etc… Most people on this earth are born into your vagary. And I think the<br />

likelihood of any significant change happening surrounding community is very<br />

low among our current poetic dissidents if we don’t feel "wrongly defined"<br />

only "wrong definitions" –changing definitions is easy, we’re poets, or are we?<br />

I noticed that M. Hult admitted he goes to the grocery store which reminded me<br />

of something I read about the new left in the 60’s, it’s not that anyone said to<br />

the women leftists, "you can’t speak," it is simply that the dynamic was such<br />

that even theorectically sophisticated women felt invigorated but shut down<br />

from participation. The way they were defined proceeded any definition<br />

changing they might have wanted to take part in. Being left out, cut off from<br />

the dominant modes of whatever, while remaining in a position of priviledge<br />

via class and gender, can sometimes make us forget to keep a keen eye peeled<br />

on the house that shut the door in the first place, and subsequently our shack<br />

takes on an inflated importance. I find it interesting that while we spend a lot of<br />

time opposing our enforced and chosen communities we still accept their terms.<br />

I think this is because it isn’t that we hate our communities, but rather that we<br />

hate that the possibilities they open to us (academic, poetic, love relationships,<br />

virtual and democratic communities) are rarely realized. I just hate that. But it’s<br />

like always waking up to a sink full of dirty dishes, you must say to yourself, at<br />

least I have dishes. We cannot extirpate ourselves from community any more<br />

than we can talk about the social as if we aren’t in and defined by it, neither can<br />

we give up hope that we might be able to risk humiliation and defy these spaces<br />

that define us.

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