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A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning.
BY DAVID LEHMAN
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You who are the reader had an identity crisis, went to college, went on strike, but fell out with the movement when someone started a fire in the library. You were reading Rousseau at the time.
Hiking in the woods was your pastime. You sat on a rock and wrote pages no reader would see. Leaves were your library. A congress of birds was your college. They consoled you, told you to strike up the band when down, play the scherzo movement
of a romantic symphony, and observe the movement of water in the stream marking time. You smoked unfiltered Lucky Strikes. You defined a writer as a reader who skipped classes in college, spent night in bars and days in the library.
One section of your ideal library has books with blank pages. No movement of men and arms can stand up to a college of ideas: you believed that at the time. You believed in the inalienable rights of the reader, who could bring down poetry by going on strike.
Like a patient batter taking a first-pitch strike, the professors assembled on the steps of Low Library, and talked. Students perused The Rousseau Reader. Some joined an underground movement of philosophers committed to a new refutation of time. The course you most wanted to take in college,
"Romanticism From Rousseau to Hitler," an old college standby, gave way to a course on great strikes in union history. Like a referee calling time, the head librarian asked all to observe library decorum and said that for the sestina movement to get off the ground, we needed new readers.
Gather round, ye readers, nostalgic for college, and the concept of timeless truths beyond movements of protestors striking poses in the photogenic library.
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