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Our critique began
as all critiques begin:
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with doubt.
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Doubt became our narrative.
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Ours was a quest
for a new story, our own.
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And we grasp toward this new history
driven by the suspicion...
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that ordinary language
couldn't tell it.
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Our past appeared frozen
in the distance,
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and our every gesture
and accent...
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signified the negation of the old world
and the reach for a new one.
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The way we lived
created a new situation,
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one of exuberance
and friendship,
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that of a subversive
microsociety...
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in the heart of a society
which ignored it.
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Art was not the goal
but the occasion and the method...
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for locating
our specific rhythm...
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and buried possibilities
of our time.
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The discovery of a true communication
was what it was about,
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or at least the quest
for such a communication.
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The adventure of finding it
and losing it.
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We the unappeased, the unaccepting
continued looking,
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filling in the silences with our
own wishes, fears and fantasies.
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Driven forward by the fact that no
matter how empty the world seemed,
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no matter how degraded and used up
the world appeared to us,
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we knew that anything
was still possible.
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And, given
the right circumstances,
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a new world was just
as likely as an old one.
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There are two kinds
of sufferers in this world:
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those who suffer
from a lack of life...
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and those who suffer from
an overabundance of life.
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I've always found myself
in the second category.