Hejinian’s My Life if carried to the extreme, would be an amalgam of lives, our lives (maybe a Democratic Response to Plutarch’s Lives) (‘I’ would be a node in the demotic net, ‘I’ would be simply one of the many many security cameras, however not necessarily meant for security, possibly meant for something antagonistic to security — meant for comedy, for example):
Each ‘Life’ written in the same manner, with the same style and ‘I’, or ‘voice’. but from a different security camera view point– it would probably wind up as, most of all, the editor’s life. (I guess: the ‘Life’ of a true democracy would be the combined but edited input of all these cameras).
I say this would be My Life carried to the extreme because Hejinian I think strives in her book for a sort of Democracy of the moments of her life (but this is more something the book has made me think rather than something I’m sure she herself thinks) and that such a democracy suggests a further mingling of her atoms of moments of life with others’ atoms of moments of life. That all atoms of Life would be comprised by Our Life. My life may look different from yours but not so the atoms of our lives, which are the essential building blocks of life.
Clarify: the more we say that one moment of our life is no different from another — for example, our birthday the same as someone else’s birthday, or the moment we take out the trash, from the moment we give birth to a child, (or establish a true relationship with a child)– the more we say that our life is another’s –: the more all moments are equally valuable, the more all people are equally ourselves.