The heart of academics is arguing them out.
The heart of liberal art it relating them.
A terrible reduction, but it’ll do. Anyone can
improve on it, and we can argue (“do academics.)
The heart of industrialized institutionalized
educating is grading. (Assessment. Evaluation)
Right there is where any one can ratchet up or
down the rigor-to-lax ratios—like thermostatic.
How many A’s in this course? Set the number. B’s?
Hard-to-Soft ratios.
I’d be nowhere without that control.
IT is what counts. Not whether I
wear jeans to class or not. Crack
wise. Relate to relevance.
IT generates Mexican standoff &
reciprocating Brown Gnosis—
everyone knows that. Feels it.
Need we argue?.
Ex Officious Authority.
You can HEAR it, in the
sound of the syllabus, the
memo, hand out, the
bullet power point
presentation.
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
(Wallace Stevens)
xxxooo, Ray Anderson-san
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