Sunday, June 28, 2015
Peace! Peace! Where There is No Peace
Fight
Club
“Turn
it up,” she said, opposition
unveiled—“or
what's a college for?”
Honors
Seminar on Theory back in
the late
80's. Before e-mail, internet,
Facebook,
instant messaging, texting,
selfies.,
Twitter, Tinder, trigger
warnings,
and stuff like that..
Rigor: when
I came to Warren Wilson
I made students
type their papers. No
handwritten
need apply. Hardship for
some left
behind..
Rules,
Regulation, Rectification
for those
not in love..
We prayed
before our weekly faculty
meetings.
The president: before staff
meetings
“We will
open a bar in downstairs Glad,”
he
announced. “Beer & Wine will be
sold evenings.
All in favor say aye.
Opposed?”
No one
showed for Arlin Carmichael's
history
class in Carson
one afternoon,
but he delivered
his lecture any way.
Years
later, long gone, Arlin was
kidnapped
and stuffed in the
trunk
of his
car. Named his
daughter
Veronica
Reagan Carmichael.
He was
Republican.
Cherishing
opinion, speculation,
the sound
and sometimes fury of
conversation:
I quit assigning
research
papers by the late 70's.
By the
end of the 80's I lay
that
pistol down
boys, relinquished
my grade
gun.
Pray for
me.
I have no
ex-officio authority.
How can I
lead them to troubled
waters
and make them think?
Guide
them around Hidden
Assumptions?
Controlling
metaphors?
Cause and Effect?
Because
and Affect?
Interpretations?
Explanations?
Blamations?
Reason's-Why?
On-Acount-Of’s,
Origins? Scape
Goats?
Without
forcing the issue?
Caesarean
short-cuts? Aims?
Goals? Measurable Objectives?
Or else.fight
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