Stalwart Pioneering Toward
Frontiers
(Come Out! Come Out!)
As soon as
intelligence is
let out to play & you actually
see it
dancing like shook
foil rattling and roiling over
continental
divides & great
plains; you can’t just pack
it back on
the farm: it’s already
seen Caprice & The
Prodigal
named Whim & wasted
in the Garden of Delight
& Original Spin and knows
& owned it’s own
Power,
happy in it’s Bawdy Body Politic:
reclaiming
foibles,
fables, warts, blunders, trials &
errors and rooms
for
play —so many
mansions & how else
get GOOD at it
for crying
out loud?
It.
I’m sure
you’ve sensed
IT in your classroom
every
once in a
while at least—seen
it escape on-task
getRdone
work-programmatic
trammels & baffles,
fly around
& glamour-up
the discussion holy
smokes
you realize
the resource you’ve been
keeping under
black plastic so to speak so that
mixed meta force
be
damned,
sociological strawberries
or anthropological
beans or
medieval mushrooms are the only ones
allowed to
grow here in this
plot & all else appropriately
kept under
wraps not a
weedy peep out of all that
potency ; we’re talking Local Food
here not local food
back for
crying out loud: hard
balls and mallets not
your upside
down flamingo and
hedgehog croquet.
And once a
faculty sets
itself free to fool
around with
itself,
sparking its
intelligence & charged up by it’s
bootstraps
throwing off
plastic shrouds of
industrialized
discipline
and grim
professional-itus don’t
you know it
will flash
with such light
as to beget it’s own
auto-poetic
self-correcting
creativity
sliding like an ice-cube on it’s
own melt across a hot curriculum?
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