Painting (Wikipedia) of Paolo Freire sitting outdoors at a farm on a blanket with books, adult students and farmers by Luiz Carlos Cappellano

My goal is for my students to be free but I can’t do liberation for them.



How Artificial Intelligence Defines Us


alt: Image of a person breaking in to puzzle pieces borrowed from https://blog.fracturedatlas.org/bring-your-whole-ish-self-to-work-cfd7357faa59


Me in my kayak at Shelter Cove with fishing boats in the distance.
Me reading this poem

I think I’m awkward but I don’t know how to tell
Pushing into places I might belong
Wearing whiteness camouflage
I am not an imposter
I’m told to want a stage
To separate myself
To elevate myself
I hear voices
Recursions of me
@me
Telling me where to go
To separate myself
To elevate myself
To tell them how to fix it
I have theories about what’s broken
The incentives are wrong
Capitalism is wrong
But we are only all of us
I think I’m awkward but I don’t know how to tell
Pushing into places I…


My goal is for my students to be free but I can’t do liberation for them.


Fiddlehead Fern fronds and branch curled — CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=147131
What if this was the breaking point of our elastic reality.
What if difference won,
chests pressed, stretching?
Whiteness,
the denier, the segregator,
the eraser, the assimilator.
Whiteness won’t resign,
into the riff raff,
into the rabble.
Whiteness hypes light,
spectral purity,
each of us contained,
amalgamated,
unseparated,
named white.
Whiteness sanitizes.
Whiteness sterilizes.
What if difference won?
What if we are impure, profane
fertile?
None of us necessary.
Each of us redundant,
perfectly, usefully, redundant.
Not melted into an exceptional whole,
a thing owned. …


Old Metal Chairs — https://openbackyard.com/how-to-hang-folding-chairs-on-wall/

An ode to the multi-purpose room


Austin, NV

A road trip from Oakland to New Mexico and back again.


He left.
It hurt too much
Or was too much.
Mom was dying and he drove to Chicago to deliver a boat.
Broken now, I want to stay that way.
Nurses look like it would destroy them if they took it all in.
That makes sense to me.
I can’t feel it any more.
It’s probably still there;
an ember I never want to again be a flame.
I took a pill for a while.
It felt better.
The edge off that thing that cuts from the inside.
Blood is warm, right? …

steve wright

The protocols of neighborliness are in contestation with the protocols of purity and the most important question we can ask ourselves is “Who is my neighbor?”

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