across the Curriculum.
(Call & Response in kind:
Margaret Atwood’s
“Death By Landscape.”
or what’s a Fiction for?)
CAMP
This
rightchere my version
of clown hair, Ronald
McDonalds’ pink,
dreads, tattoos, cow
boy boots, short skirts
& mohawks cutting a
binge & purge, biking,
kayaking, jogging see
me hear me touch me
feed me: small toads
calling out from a mid-
March marsh: peep
peep
This, I said.
Spelling IT out
right be here now
our varieties of religious
experience, symptomatic:
see me hear me touch me
feed me; e = mc square &
Heisenberg’s uncertainty
principles not with
standing
tap tapping a
hoarse code:
look can you
hear me now
see me?
Boot camp for
liberal artists:
knack knack
paddy whack
give the dog
a bone.
Fall of ‘78
Zeke was the
most popular
dog on campus
& it was fitting
he be named
homecoming
queen.
Presumptuously,
one semester I
announced:
“This course will be
dedicated to the
possibility of
GETTING
REAL!
Next course might
be committed to
KEEPING
IT
REAL!”
getting &
keeping.
I GET IT!
on the one
hand..
KEEPING IT!
(sustainability)
on the other.
Can you show & tell
1) the difference?
then possibly
2) the relationship?
Estimate.
Assess.
Evaluate the
Real-to-Unreal
ratios of classes
right be here now
& say how we
succeed or is
IT always
the sound
of one hand
clapping?
IT, I said.
You know…
...That sound
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