Dear Colleagues,
Intellective and Affective FIRE Within
(damnit)
Conversing with my dear old colleague
Dr. Bradshaw at a party I think Dean &
Betsy Kahl threw in the late 70’s, I made
the mistake of abusing the word
CREATIVITY
and it generated shudders from David
who insisted right there on the spot—
“I shudder to hear that word, Sam”
--some prelapsarian experience with
Catholicism, I believe, tainting the term
forevermore:
no man creates, damnit:
only The Creator
etc. and like the word “knowledge,”
an appropriate ambivalence accompanies
both these powerful notions (to know,
to create); me: always risking pride,
presumption, & arrogance to toss terms
like grenades among colleagues with
finer sensitivity than my own.
****
ME:
vegan trying to tell aTexas
Cattleman’s Association how to
operate Free Lunch in a No Free
Lunch Zone and listen you’all: here’s
what it takes to build a sustainable I
scream parlor in hell without doing
injustice to hot or cold.
ME:
Eliot Spitzer just before the
apocalypse tears a new veil
in his cover up & exposes
the gap between
What I Say and What I Do
Vulnerable, as Oprah calls it.
Damaged, damnit, is how I call it.
Damaged & Damaging—I am
walking wounded & wounding
oops, oo crimey, ooof, ahh, heck…
Up to my gnosis in IT & every
move I make makes a wave you
got a problem with that? Of course,
you do. How could it be other wise?
No condemnation needed: damage
done —regardless. We can argue—
or what’s a college for?
My courses suck. They are a joke; but
I’ll slam fixed functionality protocols for
Creation Strategies & the heavy hand of
Assess- mental Driven Industrialized Hire
Education with seeming oblivion & obsessive
intolerance of a tee-totaling righteous somabitch
prohibitionist: smoke & mirrors manufacturing a
cover up & denial of my own pathetic effort to
light an Intellective (& Affective) fire in my courses,
brighten the corners where I am.
If I had ground to stand on I might could lever the
universe of converse-action and would but I don’t.
Divide our curriculum in 2
The liberalarts, of course. Instrumental. Practical.
Vocational. Pre-Professional. Training. Disciplined.
Rigorous.
not to be collapsed, conflated, & confused
with
The Liberal ART….
Draw your own characterization & we can workshop
right on line, give local food back and re- vision our
shared sense of the whole curriculum maybe.
THAT RIGHT THERE would give us a basis for
ongoing reciprocal “mutual criticism” and intentional
communal sustainability!
.
Art is born from inexplicable struggle…and has a
dream power radiating from
unleashes ancient dark
world, conducting
—my tweaked version of Edward Hirsch’s
first sentence in the demon and the angel
(searching for
the Sources of Artistic
Inspiration.)
Yes, but…
I mean to be reading thru this book this week
ruminating in full view, chewing the cud, not
knowing how else to provoke an argument on
creativity, inspiration and intellective fire—
certainly won’t happen at lunch time meetings
or 4 o’clock forums or at the bi-weekly
conventions of my 8: 00 dillar a dollar
sleepy non-intellective tuitional scholars
(Duke has banned 8:00 classes which I don’t
admire them for one bit though it’s possible
Bob Swopes does. We could argue.)
My other Dear-David Colleague (Mycoff)
advises me: Sam: the problem with trying
to be provocative is you’re likely to
provoke!
A hagiographer: David was the one who
informed us all during his interview lecture
that saints we’re generally considered a
royal & fundamental pain in the ass around
the village, and he gave me audacious hope
as well as an awesome shudder & the
inspiration to maybe be one.
Damnit if I do or don’t.
xxxooo, Sam.
Intellective and Affective FIRE Within
Conversing with my dear old colleague
Dr. Bradshaw at a party I think Dean &
Betsy Kahl threw in the late 70’s, I made
the mistake of abusing the word
CREATIVITY
and it generated shudders from David
who insisted right there on the spot—
“I shudder to hear that word, Sam”
--some prelapsarian experience with
Catholicism, I believe, tainting the term
forevermore:
no man creates, damnit:
only The Creator
etc. and like the word “knowledge,”
an appropriate ambivalence accompanies
both these powerful notions (to know,
to create); me: always risking pride,
presumption, & arrogance to toss terms
like grenades among colleagues with
finer sensitivity than my own.
****
ME:
vegan trying to tell a
Cattleman’s Association how to
operate Free Lunch in a No Free
Lunch Zone and listen you’all: here’s
what it takes to build a sustainable I
scream parlor in hell without doing
injustice to hot or cold.
ME:
Eliot Spitzer just before the
apocalypse tears a new veil
in his cover up & exposes
the gap between
What I Say and What I Do
Vulnerable, as Oprah calls it.
Damaged, damnit, is how I call it.
Damaged & Damaging—I am
walking wounded & wounding
oops, oo crimey, ooof, ahh, heck…
Up to my gnosis in IT & every
move I make makes a wave you
got a problem with that? Of course,
you do. How could it be other wise?
No condemnation needed: damage
done —regardless. We can argue—
or what’s a college for?
My courses suck. They are a joke; but
I’ll slam fixed functionality protocols for
Creation Strategies & the heavy hand of
Assess- mental Driven Industrialized Hire
Education with seeming oblivion & obsessive
intolerance of a tee-totaling righteous somabitch
prohibitionist: smoke & mirrors manufacturing a
cover up & denial of my own pathetic effort to
light an Intellective (& Affective) fire in my courses,
brighten the corners where I am.
If I had ground to stand on I might could lever the
universe of converse-action and would but I don’t.
Divide our curriculum in 2
The liberalarts, of course. Instrumental. Practical.
Vocational. Pre-Professional. Training. Disciplined.
Rigorous.
not to be collapsed, conflated, & confused
with
The Liberal ART….
Draw your own characterization & we can workshop
right on line, give local food back and re- vision our
shared sense of the whole curriculum maybe.
THAT RIGHT THERE would give us a basis for
ongoing reciprocal “mutual criticism” and intentional
communal sustainability!
.
Art is born from inexplicable struggle…and has a
dream power radiating from
unleashes ancient dark
world, conducting
—my tweaked version of Edward Hirsch’s
first sentence in the demon and the angel
(searching for
the Sources of Artistic
Inspiration.)
Yes, but…
I mean to be reading thru this book this week
ruminating in full view, chewing the cud, not
knowing how else to provoke an argument on
creativity, inspiration and intellective fire—
certainly won’t happen at lunch time meetings
or 4 o’clock forums or at the bi-weekly
conventions of my 8: 00 dillar a dollar
sleepy non-intellective tuitional scholars
(Duke has banned 8:00 classes which I don’t
admire them for one bit though it’s possible
Bob Swopes does. We could argue.)
My other Dear-David Colleague (Mycoff)
advises me: Sam: the problem with trying
to be provocative is you’re likely to
provoke!
A hagiographer: David was the one who
informed us all during his interview lecture
that saints we’re generally considered a
royal & fundamental pain in the ass around
the village, and he gave me audacious hope
as well as an awesome shudder & the
inspiration to maybe be one.
Damnit if I do or don’t.
xxxooo, Sam.
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