Deep Eco-Logic

I’d forgotten this wonderful image until this
morning when I heard from a student who
writes like E.A. Poe sounds—

Everything is still very hot, often burning,
inside me-- so much so that sometimes to an
observer I may ironically appear to be doing
nothing at all!

So intense is my abstraction at times. Yet,
never do I abstract into a totally removed state.
I'm active(ly doing/thinking). I hope I have not
estranged you Dr.. I have little anxiety that I have,
yet I hasten to make myself known as sincere….

To prove I am not so desultory in my thinking
I ask, professor: what is the relationship, if
there is one, between Passion & Beauty?

Ho, ho-- this is an interesting thought
for me. A beautiful one~

I am curious to hear what you think.

These are all personal concepts though.
In a dead universe there is no passion or
beauty and everything really is silent. Silent
as the grave. So all of these concepts are, or
should be, I believe, in the arena of the
philosophy of civilization.

Also, I think you would like to know that I
received a letter informing me that I'll be
on academic probation in the upcoming
semester ('tis really not so far away, this
subsequent semester, as I sometimes
imagine). How will this change our game
plans? There is no reason not to be
excited about this class we'll set up.

Is there anything you could recommend that
I could do to advance, strengthen or make
clearer our cause in the meanwhile? Do you
have any thoughts of what I could be doing
at the present? There's really no reason why
we can't start now.

I may soon start writing more and regularly;
I think that would be good.

I will call and speak to the dean that oversees
my academic scores tomorrow at an appropriate
time of the day. In the letter he told of his
desire to have contact and understanding between
us, and I desire that too. Let me endeavor to
dispel the code I feel I've given rise to at WWC.

I suspect there may be an intellective & affective
spark disturbing this student—provoking, irritating:
burning as he describes it. Pea under the mattresses.
Thorn in the flesh: a “fine artist” attempting to dwell
peacefully among the humanities.

What happens after one has poked one's head thru
the circumference, convention, culture, common
sense—ooops, oh, damnit, awesome!—and
now need to carry on a conversation in
the box, of course: in the ball park?

Ah: fine arts and humanities! THAT is the liberal
art question. It’s one think to think out of the box.
Another: to think back inside—doing no injustice to
either our or in.