The Strange Prisoner

Because it is at the end of quarter (which typically, would be really over by now-graded, submitted,and in the bag) and finals next week, I am headed down into Plato's Cave for the long derangement of the senses know as portfolio grading.

I am the Strangest Prisoner because, while my students struggle with their written voices, I am with them, and though I ascertain forms, it is arguable that I ascertain the sign any better than them. In my line of work, we trade mostly in signifiers, after all.

As my students struggle with language, so I struggle with them, toward the liberation that can only come through language. That struggle, after all, is what allows the truly revolutionary to occur-personally, socially and politically.

I am the Strange Prisoner because I am evaluating the panoply of experience, yet I only feel the heat of the fire. And what's between? Life, perhaps...

Anyway, posting may be light, at least from this end. I doubt I'll see daylight until St. Patrick's Day, and then I hope to see a mess of stout and water of life.

Anyway, check out this great track... Lou Reed and Elvis Costello. It's a personal favorite of mine, "Set The Twilight Reeling".