Pedagogy of the Oprah-esque

One of my August seminarians
responding to the “environmental”
treatise I sent them as foreplay:
prelude to building a context
for practicing liberal art...

(can't just do it: have to frame a place for it—
edifice: like if you're going to eat ice cream
in hell, got to have air conditioned room of
our own so to speak, and it's an environmental
issue, not just Oh that's a good idea: let's Do It)

... suggested our cohort might consider
Zizek's The Parallax View which I found
in the library and could get no further than
we both hold an interest in the GAP (“a
fundamental antinomy which can neither be
directly mediated or sublated into a higher
synthesis since there is no common language
or shared ground between the two levels.”)

“Incommensurate” is how I call it.
Can’t measure one side of a gap
(parallax) in the terms of the other,
without collapse, conflation,
and confusion.

On other hand: it can’t be avoided.
We measure the Other, Else, Alien,
Alternative, Ultra in our own terms :

Hence: collapse, conflation, confusion.
Have to deal with it or deny it. Clarity
begins in the home. Local food for
thought.



Bucky Balls & geodesic
domes may be a panacea
for world housing but not
if nobody is asking for
them.

Begging.

Can't force the issue.
Even asked-for
advice is
reject-able.

Common Sense
is always Right.

parallax

Common Sense
is always Wrong.

WINDMILLS

My Operating Assumption
for Community Sustainable
Sustain Ability:

Infinite renewable resource is
within us: spirit of the whole,
our Local Food For Thought
if we ever yearned how to tap,
unpack, harness &
aha!
aha!

Administrative/Staff/Faculty
development.

Doc Jensen called for Closet
Conferences. Come let us reason
together. Don't be taking your
guns to towns, dears: leave your
guns at home, down on the farm
after you’ve seen Paris.

He thought we had what it takes
right here at hand..

Parochial (gap) Cosmopolitan
Regional and yet (gap) Global
Metis.

Incommensurate Values & no
common language between them
other than what we come up with
our own selves from old scratch:
zero base: reinventing our wheels.

We swim in medias res.

The continuum occludes our discrete
everyday in-the-beginnings eclipsed
by our syllabaric agendae so we can’t
easily know how original and originating
we are.

Factor in Chaos: the yawn.
Push IT. Resist IT. Break an
arm & leg. Wrestle with our
gods until the wounds open
up a blessing, damnit, as good
as rugby & tom brown’s
school days.

Kill the Buddahs when we meet
them on the road as good as any
enemy.

Us Chosen Ones:
the violent who
bear it away.
IT: the kingdom
within: its "within"
& "without," as
opposed to the
kingdom without:
its "without" & "within."

Not to be collapsed,
conflated, & confused
unknowingly. .

T. Boone Pickins.
Power of Wind & Conspiracy
(not to be sneezed at.)