The Night before Class began

Anticipating the Arts-Based Summer session, I sat down the night before class and scribbled the following poem. I offer it to our "thinking" blog so we will have more to discuss when we meet face to face. The two pieces of art Evan (you) posted are fascinating and, yes, they are in line with the articles. I can't wait to talk to you about this.

untitled
art. smart. can someone say fart?
i’m starting to feel claustrophobic,
in the xenophobic institutions that blockade intuition
and creative initiations of trying to think as i do.
foo foo foo, fee foo foo foo,
at the university, one must speak as the academics do,
(unless you wish they poo poo your brain).

let me explain.
i’ve never been out of school,
and i’m proud of being both the dork and a fool,
conscious of the fact i tend to drool
as my own race horse, and not another’s mule,
while using creativity as my major tool
to do things my very own way.
i’ve never had anything else to say.

learning is a blessing,
and i love messing with what i’m supposed to know,
to show the alternative worldviews
that ebb and flow in a confluence very often overlooked.
and i will admit i am sort of hooked on being crooked
and zig zagged along the folded cube.

i’ve never had a problem being a doobie-doo boob
nor a lopsided goob.

it’s just that i desire more freedom,
and for me, hmmm, emancipation comes
from keeping it real to all,
and not just the esoteric breed of the academic mall
who oppress others in the name of liberation,
and it isn’t their fault, cuz they’re stuck in hibernation
of tenure, journals, and corporate-pyramid egos....

so whereever he goes, i go, cuz i know,
it’s my show, yodel lay he ho

and for now, i still believe in the magic of the unknown.

i’m prone to have more questions
than answers, and i seek out fellow
dancers to tapdance through
the roses and are willing to
stop to smell the daffodils with me.

that’s how i live to be free.