Toward SACS Sanction
(or Forgetaboutit.)
“We can't solve problems by using the same kind of
thinking we
used when we created them."
Einstein —easy for him to
say: he’s a genius. What
would I do without my
demonizing? my good&evil-ing?
my escape goating? damning
moral sense? good guys
and bad? shirts and skins?
How could I tell the
difference?
And pedagogy? That too?
Used that word in class &
a student thought I was talking pedophilia.
Could be. Close enough. Pedagogue: the a trusted slave
who walked the kids to school and back.
It would take stalwart
pioneers toward frontiers yet
unknown to consider kinds of
pedagogy that sustain
a status quo that never the less could tolerate kinds
of pedagogy that revive a new resilience ir not
reconfiguration.
I don’t correct or grade.
My courses are an easy A B
C.
A Joke. Waste of Time.
Sitting
on the dock of the bay. Ice
Cream
Parlor in Hell. Demonstrable
Slackness in the middle of
The Rigorists.
Gardening in Carhardts—no tuxedos need apply.
Diabolically opposed. Joy unpostponed.
Icommensurate like
anything.
Do I overstate? Reduce? Switch metaforce in mid
stream? Snuffle up hidden
assumptions & controlling
metaphors? Rip-off wholes to suit my agenda? Nail it
down? I am large. I contain
pulchritude.
"Anything sacred must be challenged to the
utmost
or it will hide untold falsities."
(Bill Branyon)
Yes...but…you might say.
Prerequisite
to the Beginning of
Liberal Art
My goal & aim in all classes is to under cutt & undermine
& confuse the
issues, subvert & tangle & twist
what might
otherwise be measurable out comes, taunt
& tweak, mock
& ridicule, spank in
manners 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 that we spin, the spin that we’re
in under that old black magic called liberal art.
Can’t be forced. Takes a pillage to raze a child
Leaves some behind. Whatever’s
sacred: make
profane. Whatever’s profane: make
sacred.
Other wise: the sound
of one hand clapping.
Everyone knows what THAT sound
sounds like.
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