Berkeley, the late
sixties: beetle hats and tear
gas fill the plaza.
Reign of the fist of
dialectic! Now fifty
years later, still no
open hand. Women,
blacks rising in disgrace with
no end in sight. “To
remain faithful to
the plural forms between same-
ness and otherness…”
requires stepping be-
yond autonomy into
relativities
open to sources
of light that flow into the
plaza in Springtime.
Call it theory, call
it poetry, creative
community calls.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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