Re My aims, goals, purposes, immeasurable
outcomes in my almost entirely "service" non
-major in the usual sense (gen ed) offerings
Ignorance and
confusion,
muddle and mess,
consternation
& dismay
mistake, error &
rooms for
play—mothers
mothering invention
and
innovation: holy
smokes & mirrors only
the devil and
the cross
roads could change this l
ead to gold.
“The greater part of what my
neighbors call
good
I believe
in my soul to be bad, and if I
repent of anything, it is very
likely to be my
good behavior. What demon
possessed me that
I behaved so well?”
I got no
standards, no
plans, no agenda, no aims,
goals, no
rubric-ed measurable
outcomes. ‘The
highest purpose is to have no
purpose at all. This
puts us in accord with nature in her manner
of
operation.
Cute stuff
from Thoreau
and John Cage but we all
know it can’t trump postponing joy
in order to be
Taking Care
of Business.
The Problem
of GOOD &
EVIL, Right & Wrong,
Correct &
Incorrect, Faults, Flaws
& Folly emerge
venerial from
My-Will-Be-Done Forehead: plans,
aims,
goals,purposes,
measurable objectives—
Fathering
Mistake &
Error, oops, damnit, chutes &
slides and
some time success.
Merely describing here
is all. Like
wise, my
Ignorance & Attention Deficiency
expands like
spheres
through soggy bottom flatlands:
rallying a
ratio of smartitude
savvy, keen focus, attention
efficiency
and lucid schemes.
The
MEDIA is the
MESSAGE. not the message.
(Can you
tell
the
difference? The relationship?)
“Anything
sacred must be challenged to the utmost
or it will hide
untold
falsities."
(Bill Branyon)
Prerequisite to the Beginning
of
Liberal Art
My goal & aim in all classes
is to under
cut &
undermine
&
confuse the issues, subvert &
tangle &
twist what
might otherwise be
measurable
out comes,
taunt
& tweak,
mock &
ridicule, spank
in manners of
of speaking
so that all my
students won’t
know whether
they’re
coming
or going, selfish
or unselfish
liberal or conservative, good or
evil,
motivated or lazy: & down
and down we go,
round and
round we go,
loving the din we spin,
the spin
we’re
in under that old black magic
called
liberal art.
Do I succeed? IT
can’t be
forced. Challenge IT
to the
utmost.
Put IT
in play.
Whatever’s
sacred:
make profane.
Whatever’s
profane:
make sacred.
Strange: familiar; familiar--strange.
Other
wise: only
the sound of one hand
clapping.
xxxooo, Sam
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