Riki Moss, Grand Isle, Vermont There are many tender passages in Veronique Vienne's memoir of Terry Dobson, and I don't wish to argue in any way with her view of him. We each see another person with our big knowledgeable eyes, and that's as it is, right. To start with, there are five or six men's movements, and I am associated with only one of them. She's suspicious in any case of the conferences we hold in the woods, and she believes that we do that to get the men away from their mothers. But we do it to get men away from their work.
Most men are much more obsessed with their work than their mothers.
If the men are all woodspeople, we take them to the city. It might surprise many people to understand that mothers are not much discussed in these gatherings. Of course each gathering has its own themes, chosen and not chosen, but Freud's mother-blaming is a rare theme. The emphasis falls on the soul damage that much contemporary work causes. The men sat there silently for about five minutes after that.