ON SOLIDARITY AND INSTITUTIONS
by David W. Pritchard
Alas and alack, the semester just starts and I’m out of town and missing things, including the first Live Lit of the year! But I was on a train that night, Friday, September 26, a train to Philadelphia to attend the wedding of two very good friends of mine, one of whom is, I am convinced, one of our greatest living poets. A post-wedding party was reconfigured to include a very exclusive poetry reading, in which I was one of eight featured readers, all of whom come from very different places, write very different poems, and are, in their own ways, just plain great. Before I simply rub all this in, I will mention that one striking thing about this reading, besides the greatness of the writing, was how its location, its geographical and social place, were almost entirely beside the point. At least, we were invited in various ways to contend with the way that space took a backseat to the events taking place within it. A curious problem, one I want to tackle in a different register. And so I will write about solidarity.
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