The Unforgivable Gap
(Finding a Poem in Terry's Sprint Writing)
That is how I feel sometimes:
I am bleeding, digitally;
My screen beliefs have become
this strange acid tongue of words,
ideas scrolling ever downward,
and I refuse to abide my feelings
of my own shortcomings in silence.
Mostly, I have seen things fail:
Pedestrian, experimental, null and void.
Students need to own their power,
to share it if they want to share it,
in reverse apprenticeship.
I am realistically optimistic,
even as I can't help but wonder
if I ever really know
how the world actually works.
-- Kevin, with apologies to Terry (tho I know he won't want them)