an ode to the frustration of academic bureaucracy and the tyranny of ‘merican’ eng-l-esh in a computer based world.

Arguing for the right to think

To create knowledge

in unconventional ways.

In conventional form, it is absurd.

Arguing for the periphery

through the modalities of the centre is futile.

The centre always wins.

There is no point in arguing for anarchy

with the modes of production.

What of the death of multi-modality,

of those whose preferred mode of communication

is through spoken words in languages other than American English?

Or even the spoken word itself.

What of those who wish to communicate through dance,

pottery,

weaving or clay?

What of the knowledge of ancestors,

erased by the tyranny of text?

What of stories and the languages of bees?  

What of the whispers of rocks?

What of the erasure of ways,

That may save us,

but do not, as they don’t  come packed

In a neat 280 characters.

What of nuance

What of subtlety?

What of the right to think?