Fools Rush INN

School for Skandala.

I dare say I am PhDeGreed sufficiently  so as to

have small tolerance for the margins of error and

rooms for play it takes  to sponsor here & now cross

cultural inter-cultivation of  local gnosis beyond-

disciplinary trans-sylvanian frank & Gertrude

Steinway amalgamations of embody-mental parts

& pieces across our curriculum  so as to fabricate

perennial monster’s balls demonstrating states of

liberal art corpus christy-like: our community of

academic saints and spinners & republic of play dough. 

I dare say I am.

Out Out Out of the box! I might admonish my students

urging them to think for them selves, depending on the

course, of course and the discipline where it’s quite

conceivable it is most desirable to be thinking IN the

box for  crying out loud: out of it is out of it. But never

the less I don’t know how to do the very thing I urge:

think for your selves I say, it  sounds righteous. “Do I

you know how to think for  your self?  All these years

of lower and higher education? 

I have to be Nekker Cube-like  or Cubist:  multi-

dimensional nude  descending the staircase

simultaneously transparently revealing all

sides of the issue front & back to do justice to

what it takes to be in the box and out of it as well

as neither in nor out at the same time but  of

course that’s offensive & ridiculous to common

sense which insists  on beginnings middles and

ends and clarity too even while maybe knowing better.

No ideas but in stings & strings which is why

non-sense is important to me: crucial, actually,

the crux of whatsamatter in-between the common

sense I swim in soaking wet feeling dry: hysterical

by nature & naught-y, enwombed with no view other

than my  privileged common sense while the no-

sense  at-all which permeates feels beyond me & I

call it  chaos & filter it Fools Rush Inn, Vulgate

Procrustes  making sure it fits my common sense

terms determining chaos as if it were nothing but

my common sense which is  a good thing but I ask

myself: how do I do that? convert chaos  into common

sense so there’s NBCS—nothing but common sense,

and is this an inexhaustible process and resource like

draining the ocean  dry thru a straw or a bozone layer

I generate occluding the let-the-sunshine inn? Non

Sense lets me ask these stunningly stupid  questions

perfect for study even if only momentary consideration:

I am considerate of them. I consider myself considerate.

Common Sense on the one hand & No Sense at All

on the other. & in between: Non-Sense, neither common

sense nor not  common sense as well as neither No Sense

at All nor not No Sense at All. Thank the god’s of logic

and analogic as well as the gods of neither logic nor not

logic & the goddesses of neither analogic nor not analogic

for the gifts of neg and negativity,  yes? no? neither

yes nor not yes as well as no  & not no?