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Mar 26 2008, 2:34 PM EDT
1.While Turner was mentioning “universal rhetorical loops” as well as networked learning systems, I immediately reminded myself a rather new “genre” of interdisciplinary scholarship. Last January, for example, some academics from diverse disciplines met to collectively study a show (fortieth annual Consumer Electronics Show which took place in Las Vegas) using a methodological style called “Swarm.” The concept behind “Swarm” was that events such as the CES could be studied by different scholars who, then, would combine their accounts toward a collective analysis. How much of those attempts are “the future,” and how much do they owe to the blending of cyberculture with counterculture would potentially suggest an interesting issue to pursue. 2. I would have to admit that I still tend to relate ethos with charisma. I wonder though how much of an “intellectual determinist” does this make me. I am not saying that if it weren’t for Brandt nothing of all this would have happened; rather I am expressing a concern on the circumstance that we crudely label as “the right man at the right time and the right place” (small wonder it is “man” and not “woman”. Do you find this valuable?
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1. RE: Questions
Mar 26 2008, 2:36 PM EDT
3. Instead of a question I figured I should post a small excerpt from one of my favorite poems; I wonder does anyone else see a connection with our reading?“Mask of Anarchy” Percy Shelley, 1819 As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over the Sea, And with great power it forth led me To walk in the visions of Poesy. I met Murder on the way - He had a mask like Castlereagh - Very smooth he looked, yet grim; Seven blood-hounds followed him: All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed the human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew. Next came Fraud, and he had on, Like Eldon, an ermined gown; His big tears, for he wept well, Turned to mill-stones as they fell. And the little children, who Round his feet played to and fro, Thinking every tear a gem, Had their brains knocked out by them. Clothed with the Bible, as with light, And the shadows of the night, Like Sidmouth, next, Hypocrisy On a crocodile rode by. And many more Destructions played In this ghastly masquerade, All disguised, even to the eyes, Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies. Last came Anarchy: he rode On a white horse, splashed with blood; He was pale even to the lips, Like Death in the Apocalypse. And he wore a kingly crown; And in his grasp a sceptre shone; On his brow this mark I saw - 'I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!' Do you find this valuable? |
