My syllabus is the best part
of my courses which never
fulfill the audacity, hope,
& opportunity promised.
Students don't take them
hungry for knowledge.
I pretend so & relinquish
the paraphernalia of bondage:
cuffs, whips, feathers, threats,
cupcakes, spankings & bum
slaps that force faux
compliance fueling our
reciprocating brown gnosis
permeating punishment-&-
reward reinforced mental
studies & leadership programs.
Let's Get Real
I implore, & my syllabi seduces
them for a few weeks till the
cows come home & the
ratchet-up rigor of my
colleagues' required
mentalism kicks
up the environmental
bozone level to code red
and institutional industrialism
commandeers the time of their lives.
Keeping IT Real!
A horse of another color, I profess:
counter-tuitional!
Don't be switching in mid-stream,
I suggest strategically, tactically
careful not to impugn our practical
integrity & Culture 0f Profession-
alism; you'll thank me for it later.
But it's no use. Sphinx riddles
& rules. Not my spectacular
syllabus or ancient catcher's
mitt…
Holden
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