Samuel Scoville: Original Spin (General Education)

Monday, July 25, 2011

Original Spin (General Education)

General Education
     Argumental Studies &
      Leadership Programs

          Original Spin
(How I've Come to Love My Guilt
      and Hate My Shame )

    Guilt on the one hand.
Shame on the other hand

How we discriminate (crime, yes?):
lines of distinction I draw & salute
(distinctions already drawn I inherit
& love, distinctions already drawn
I hate & would eradicate, distinctions
already drawn I never would have
called distinctions-drawn but merely
given: is what it is )--something like
moving violations, moving violators.
    The violent tear it away.

Messy business. Not clean and
clear and consistent and coherent
but maybe ends up somewhat that
way for a shared moment of mutual
discrimination: a crime of fashion.

Damaged & damaging if I do.
Damaged & damaging if I don’t.
           Got to love it.

xxxooo, Presbyter

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I choose, as a determining POINT in my life, to acknowledge a bullet fired into the armpit of my grandfather, Samuel Scoville, Jr. by a thief in the night sometime in the late 19^thc.

The thief escaped, my grandfather having pulled his own pistol from beneath the pillow, squeezing off a couple of rounds and sending the burglar scurrying into the Connecticut night...

For reasons of family notoriety, the incident was reported in both New York and Philadelphia papers. A former roommate in Philly called up Young Goodman Sam, inviting him down for a weekend gala: The Yale-Penn Football game. “You can take my sister Katherine, and chaperone me and my fiancé, he said.

In those days couples were not advised to be alone. Unaccompanied.

Sam took a steam-driven locomotive train down to Philadelphia, escorted Katherine to the leather-helmet contest, fell in love, asked her to marry him. She did & they lived more or less HAP-ily ever after, generating a tribe of offspring who like wise generated in kind so that if it hadn’t of been for that bullet, well, it’s impossible to begin to consider how unimaginably different life-as-we-know-it would have been. No one can say.

For one thing: YOU, dear Reader, wouldn’t be reading THIS HERE right now, resurrecting these words to walk around in your skull-haus this very be-here-now moment. So even you are impacted forever by that bullet.

(I could drive up to Connecticut right now, retrieve the small bite of lead, drop it in your hand and remind you how co-incidental our life is—how inexplicable, how arbitrary & selective our accounts, how much we omit which is also absolutely necessary, how inadequate our because & affects.)

The bullet is a NECESSARY but INSUFFICIENT cause of who-I-am, without which any explanation would be incomplete. Sam Scoville

Samuel Scoville