Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Starving Liberal Artistry
“You’ve got no intestinal fortitude, Scoville,”
Coach advised me at lunch while I applied
butter to my saltines Long ago I told a
required 8 0’clock composition class they
could attend or not and let them grade
themselves. Cowardice? Civil Disobedience?.
A class in transcendental romanticism turned
the tables on me, wrestled in the middle of the
room, did pirouettes on the desk tops, laughed
and laughed. From time to time no one will talk
the whole period. Frontiers yet unknown.
First day teaching at Warren Wilson,
basement of Carson, late August, 1971:
I asked a question and we sat silent
until 9:00 –ruminating. Contemplating.
O my wondering, Considering. Deferring
response. Hesitating to reduce. Andoff to another class or work or service.