drat fink's post from feed yesterday made me think of this poem by Auden. Must have been the growing gills bit, and the compression of intimacy. (Today, I fear the gay interpretation would take precedence.) I'm very much in symapthy with these critiques, but also less pessimistic. Many cultural spaces have disappeared, but we've always managed to find something new and unexpected in the vacuum.
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- alex 4-11-2000 12:39 pm