Go ahead: kick sand in my eyes. Always looking for a fight, 90 lb
weakling body dysmorphic 6th grader, I sent off for Charles Atlas
unshrugged so as to build up self-steam.
Bring it on now.
IT, I say.
Here's the scandal of liberal art and maybe why IT can't be
institutionalized when rubric assessment and measurable aims
and goals can be and so: dominate the mind-set of the
conscientious if not the creative. (Need we argue?) .
The practice of dialectic can’t begin until someone gets hurt
—biff, boom, ah, ouch. damnit: not your sticks &stones hurt
but slight insult —offensive to the conscientious, ridiculous
to the savvy: crossing lines you never knew were there until
transgressed; borderland-land, outlaw territory on the edge,
where common sense bleeds into nonsense if not no-sense-
at-all and maybe mothers some invention.
The practice of liberal art was called elenchus back
in the day: men in togas & sandals peripatetic
in the groves of academe –a processof undercutting
& demoralizing, exposing the discrepancies in
thought, inconsistencies & the arbitrary nature
of bias & belief prejudice &conviction
& the underlying assumption & controlling
transparent metaphors which shaped & determined
what felt like free willy-nillyI’m-going- to-get-a-tattoo-
because-I-feel-like it-major-in-environmental-studies-
to-help-sustain-sustainability-
sustain-ably.
All sense of Archemedean grounding: under cut by
questioning authorities and everything: the experience
called aporia (no pores,no doors, no exit,no escape)
provides the consummation devoutly desired, a
bottoming out with no bottom. Stunned stupid: perfect
for study & the beginnings of philosophy: a zero-based,
up from old scratch reinvention of the wheels of thought.
Bring it on.
IT, I said. Empowermentalism, old school.
(May we argue? I wish we could. Across
the curriculum. It would be a good thing.)
xxxooo, Sam
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