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Packs & Prides
“We have all known the long loneliness, & we have
found that the answer is community.”--Dorothy Day.
As poets, many of us gravitate
toward one group, or one site--
or even a few, where brief forays
into fellowship validate our world view--
where friendship takes firm root and
poetics blossom like fruit trees in Spring;
minds are being aligned,
talents are being shared,
lessons are being learned,
& styles are being expanded.
There are no perfect solutions to complications
predicated by community & co-habitation. We
have seen too often that the loners, outriders
and the isolated can become vulnerable.
so nomads created tribes, then villages.
then cities, &
Yes, we have found that by huddling together
in urban nests there is a safety in numbers,
but there is also a reduction of liberty & privacy.
History is littered with man’s failure to sustain a
perfect community. After years of defeating Roman
legions, Spartacus took his army of gladiators and
slaves to the toe of Italy & he built the Sun City--
where all men were equal. Soon though, he realized
that a community of 80,000 souls needed some sort
of constabulary, justice system, governing body, public
works & sanitation procedures.
Within six months over half of his population defected,
and fled, returning to the less stressful arms of slavery;
refusing to step up & do their part. As a reward for
Spartacus, his grand vision of freedom & brotherhood
crumbled into treachery and crucification.
We run in packs like
wolves, hoping communities
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub