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Seeing Red : a pedagogy of parallax Sameshima, Pauline 2006

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S E E I N G RED: A P E D A G O G Y OF P A R A L L A X by P A U L I N E SAMESHIMA B.Ed, The University of British Columbia, 1988 M.A., San Diego State University, 1999  A THESIS SUBMITTED IN PARTIAL F U L F I L L M E N T OF T H E REQUIREMENTS FOR T H E D E G R E E OF D O C T O R OF PHILOSOPHY in  T H E F A C U L T Y OF G R A D U A T E STUDIES (Curriculum Studies)  T H E UNIVERSITY OF BRITISH COLUMBIA September 2006 © Pauline Sameshima, 2006  ABSTRACT Seeing Red: A Pedagogy of Parallax is a PhD dissertation written in the form of an epistolary bildungsroman—a didactic novel of personal developmental journeying. It shares the possibilities of how artful research informs processes of scholarly mquiry and honours the reader's multi-perspective as integral to the research project's transformative potential. Parallax is the apparent change of location of an object against a background due to a change in observer position or perspective shift. The concept of parallax encourages researchers and teachers to acknowledge and value the power of their own and their readers' and students' shifting subjectivities and situatedness which directiy influence the constructs of perception, interpretation, and learning. This work makes three claims:  •  the sharing of stories encourages reflexive inquires in ethical self-consciousness, enlarges paradigms of the "normative," and develops pedagogical practices of liberation and acceptance of diversity;  •  form determines possibilities for content and function thus the use of an alternate format can significandy open new spaces for inquiry; and,  •  transformational learning may be significandy deepened in pedagogical practice through the intentional development of embodied aesthetic wholeness and of eros in the dynamic space between teacher and learner. Embodied aesthetic wholeness attends to teaching and learning holistically through the body with attention to: increasing receptivity and openness to learning; fostering skills of relationality; modeling wholeness-in-process in explicit reflexive texts; layering multiple strategies of inquiry, research experiences, and presentation; and acknowledging ecological and intuitive resonances.  ii  TABLE OF CONTENTS  Abstract  ii  Table of Contents  iii  Prefatory Chapter  Pages  Elements  List of Illustrations  v  Preface  vi  A b o u t the The Critical Personal  Author  Narrative  Acknowledgements ' viii Dedication  ix  iii  CHAPTER J I J J J I L I V I E J I X I  lb  Editor's Note w  ^  Wood hurt (active awareness / self-serving) east wind blows 1 aquamarine spring 2 dawn arousal hollers 3 Fire  shen (transcendent awareness / self-dissolving) red heat joy 4 giggling noon 5 south summer roar 6  Earth ji (passive awareness / self-locating) in afternoon poise 7 sweet fragrant harvest 8 Indian summer hums 9 as yellow-ocher quavers 10  Metal po (subliminal awareness / self-defining) dry dusk sobs 11 west of autumn 12 in cracking white sorrow 13  Water %hi (primal awareness /self-preserving) north of midnight 14 sucking winter death 15 cold purple groan 16 salty germination inhales 17  A Conversation Afterword References  iv  LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS  Epilobium coloratum, 2006, ink on paper. 8.5" x 11"  7  Ucorice Dreams, 2006, granite, marble & tile. 51" x 35"  24  Sparganium multipedunculatum, 2006, ink on paper. 8.5" x 11"  35  Georgia's Diaspora, 2006, mixed tile. 35" x 51"  39  Open View, 2004, charcoal on canvas. 48" x 36"  52  Belamcanda chinensis, 2006, ink on paper. 8.5" x 11"  79  Flawed'Fairytales, 2005, mixed tile. 35" x 51"  106  Wholeness, 2004, acrylic on canvas. 36" x 48"  121  The Quotidian I, 2006, granite, tile, and marble. 51" x 35"  131  Uliumphiladelphicum, 2006, ink on paper. 8.5" x 11"  134  Walking Puppylove, 2005, mixed tile. 35" x 51"  138  Spiraea tomentosa, 2006, ink on paper. 8.5" x 11"  168  Wounded Salix Discolor, 2006, mixed tile. 35" x 51"  177  Golem's Seduction, 2005, mixed tile. 51" x 35"  187  Windy Words, 2005, mixed tile. 35" x 51" 1851 Mural, 2005, Photograph. Puerto Vallarta Spiraea latifolia, 2006, ink on paper. 8.5" x 11"  204 213 240  Original works © Pauline Sameshima  v  ABOUT T H E AUTHOR  I believe . . . Our strategy should be not only to confront empire but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness— and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we're being brainwashed to believe. The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling—their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability. Arundhati Roy, 2003, p. 103  vi  THE CRITICAL PERSONAL NARRATIVE Critical personal narratives are counternarratives, testimonies, autoethnographies, performance text, stories, and accounts that disrupt and disturb discourse by exposing the complexities and contradictions that exist under official history (Mutua & Swadener, 2004). The critical personal narrative is a central genre of contemporary decolonizing writing. As a creative analytic practice, it is used to criticize "prevailing structures and relationships of power and inequity in a relational context" (p. 16). . . . The Utopian counternarrative offers hope, showing others how to engage in actions that decolonize, heal, and transform. . . . The critical democratic storytelling imagination is pedagogical. As a form of instruction, it helps persons think critically, historically, and sociologically. It exposes the pedagogies of oppression that produce injustice (see Freire, 2001, p. 54). It contributes to a reflective ethical self-consciousness. It gives people a language and a set of pedagogical practices that turn oppression into freedom, despair into hope, hatred into love, doubt into trust. Norman Denzin, 2005, pp. 946-948  vii  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS gratitude, thankfulness, appreciation, pleasure, and joy I am indebted to more than I can mention here some do not know their influence nor perhaps do I yet recognize their guidance these I know my husband Michael is patient, kind, a shape shifter filling the cracks of my living and materializing dreams in the miasma my children Madison and Cameo make me know love as lips and skin my mother Dorothy is creative, energized, and loves beyond limits my father Kee is innovative, handy, generous, and loves to a fault my mother-in-law Margaret loves and nourishes my family with time my advisor Carl knows no edge of love, filled with poetic mystery my advisor Tony lets no stone rest, loves with attention to the moment my advisor Rita lovingly paints the stars in the night sky to guide me my advisor Gary prunes, feeds, and waters, tending with love my graduate peers love in laughter, warmth, and sojourning the journey of learning this life, this book is love  viii  DEDICATION  For Michael  ix  EDITOR'S FOTE  i must search i must write must express all construct myself understanding  Julia disappeared in May 2005. My obsession to share the collected letters and recovered documents of Julia Quan's unfinished dissertation has consumed me for a number of years. My body hears her calling me, to look deeper and more closely through the layers in her letters which I believe explain what happened to her.  Let me enlighten. In 2010, in the third year of my PhD program in the Department of Curriculum Studies at the University of British Columbia, as a research assistant for the celebrated Dr. Cliff Conrad, I was asked to gather data on recent North American and international PhD dissertations which incorporated innovative forms of qualitative research. U B C was and is a progressive leader in promoting and celebrating alternative ways of knowing and representing learning. This is how I stumbled onto a number of publications and conference proceedings written by Julia Quan on her in-progress epistolary novel dissertation—a first for that style. I was intrigued by her work, her mind, and her mystery.  Julia was last seen in May 2005 at the First International Congress of Qualitative Inquiry in Urbana, Illinois. In 2010 I tentatively approached Luke, Julia's husband,  1  with the proposal of going through Julia's incomplete dissertation with the hopes of editing and possibly creating a collected works of sorts. I gratefully acknowledge all the assistance Luke gave me in putting this collection together. I was struck by his notion that through me Julia was being brought back to life.  Most intriguing of the data collected were the two discs which were password protected. I am continually surprised at how the inaccessible and visually "absent" can be so inviting. One was a Maxell brand disc labeled "Seasons," the same brand as all the other discs, and the other was a Sony brand disc labeled "Julia." I was only able to access the files on the Maxell disc. The password was simply "empress." I understood Julia's fascination with pretty, iconoclastic, romantic words so I started with fairytale vocabulary. The disc contained five folders: Spring, Summer, Late Summer, Fall, and Winter. These files contained letters to Red dated March 2004 to March 2005.  By comparing a couple of the letters against letters which were published, I realized that this version was definitely an early rough draft. The letters were shocking and raw in their devoted attention to theorizing teaching in the classroom, remembered stories, love and desire, art-making, and the pedagogical significance of her in-love experience with Red, one of her dissertation committee advisors. The work did not look like fiction, yet there were instances where Julia referred to the reader suggesting that very early on she knew she was going to publish the letters. The compilations simply looked like e-mails in chronological order. The dates were sporadic so I'm not sure if emails on missing dates were deleted or if there were no correspondence on those days. I doubt the latter considering Julia's prolific style. I was surprised to find sometimes 10 emails to Red on a single day! Her collection reminded me of Anne Carson's discussion of the Greek myth of Stesichoros. Carson said "the history of text is like a long caress." It appeared: that Stesichoros had composed a substantial narrative poem then ripped it to pieces and buried the pieces in a box with some song lyrics and lecture notes and scraps of meat. The fragment numbers tell you roughly how the pieces fell out of the box. You can of course keep shaking the box. (1998, pp. 6-7)  2  Thus, I share these fragments with you in the hopes that you can divine a story that makes sense to you. Or perhaps this whole exercise of publishing these letters is an example of my notion of what curriculum means. Here is one of my favourite images: Understanding curriculum as deconstructed text acknowledges knowledge as preeminendy historical. Here, however, history is not understood as only ideologically constructed, rather as a series of narratives superimposed upon each other, interlaced among each other, layers of story merged and separated like colors in a Jackson Pollock painting. . . . To understand curriculum as deconstructed (and deconstructing) text is to tell stories that never end, stories in which the listener, the "narratee," may become a character or indeed the narrator, in which all structure is provisional, momentary, a collection of rwmkling stars in a firmament of flux. (Pinar, Reynolds, Slattery & Taubman, 1995, p. 449)  I was not able to track down any of the three advisors on Julia's committee. Winnie Crates retired in 2005 to a remote island off the coast of Australia. Will McCarthy was on extended sabbatical, and Jared Zeno had moved to Tulane University in Florida before Hurricane Katrina. I realized that the files I had were not the actual dissertation because the letters were unformatted and according to the timeline set out in her dissertation proposal, her first full draft was due soon after she returned from the Illinois Conference. I have left the letters in the same chronological order but for practical purposes, could not print all the letters. I also tried to clarify some points Julia had left in draft form. Last, a few of the letters have been significandy revised for style and content for this publication. The letters theorize conceptions of the  teacher/student  relationship, identity, love, desire, belonging, feminist  perspectives, canonized myth, and the power of presentation and form to shape learning, understanding, and constitutive cultural knowledge.  This text you are reading, Seeing Red, is thus Julia's selected and edited letters and her dissertation proposal which was intentionally written as the Epilogue. I name this a postmodern fictional memoir because it is not even clear to me what is based  3  I  on experience, what is invented in Julia's original text, or exacdy what I have inferred in my inclusions and deletions. Perhaps I just don't want the text in the letters to sit still. In some strange way, I feel that I will come to understand her mystery if I keep the words in the letters moving—articulating her and carrying on her story. Pinar explains this movement through deconstruction for the sake of construction. Pinar says, "Autobiography takes this task [of deconstruction] seriously, as it is the task of self formation, deformation, learning, and unlearning" (1988, p. 27). He explains that one way to keep moving is to understand that the stories we tell, however provisional, always exclude other stories, which may also be true. . . . We are not the stories we tell as much as we are the modes of relation to others our stories imply, modes of relation implied by what we delete as much as what we include, (p. 28) Pinar goes on to say that in seeking to find the included and excluded we may be able, as Nietzsche said, "to experience the history of humanity as a whole as [our own] history" (Pinar et al., 1995, p. 494).  Although many question how autobiographic Julia's letters are and how ethical it is for me to publish this work, Luke gives full consent for the publication. Luke knew that Julia was writing an epistolary love story for her dissertation. He is adamant that Julia's love for him was always true, that the letters were all fictionally constructed, and that the work was a testament to Julia's imaginative writing and deep urge to present innovative research in accessible forms. He said Julia would have been proud to know her work reached beyond academic borders—that was her goal.  This collection is not only Julia's story of Red, of love, of desire, but of belief that "theory does not express, translate, or serve to apply practice: it is practice" (Hwu, 1993, p. 198). Through contemporary autobiography, poetry, and a/r/tographic practice (see Irwin, 2004) layered with arts-informed inquiry (see Cole & Knowles, 2001b), Julia uses relational entanglements between her living and scholarly studies to inform pedagogical practice. Her letters themselves are the intended "teacher," interactively (by way of ambiguity and openness to interpretation) walking the reader through a year of learning in love through the passage of curriculum itself (see Daignault, 1988).  4  Through her letters, Julia reveals the inner life of an artist, researcher, and teacher in her movement through thought in her passage of becoming. Through writing, Julia carries herself through the joy and danger Neilsen (1998) speaks about, reinventing herself toward new identities.  I admit, I am obsessed with Julia, who she was, is, and who I want her to become, as if she will suddenly materialize when I come to really understand what her letters are trying to convey. The love theme is strongly connected to the idea of Amelia Jones' process of reversibility whereby: The relation to the self, the relation to the world, the relation to the other, all are constituted through a reversibility of seeing and being seen, perceiving and being perceived, and this entails a reciprocity and contingency for the subject(s) in the world. (1998, p. 41) Julia writes of her love for Red while concurrendy being loved by others. She lives in a space of feeling "going out" and simultaneously acknowledging the "coming in" of others' feelings. When she is disappointed in Red, she takes on the disappointment she simultaneously causes for those who love her, intensifying and exaggerating her disappointment in Red and thus creating a distorted view of Red. Key characters entangled in her letters include her husband-Luke; daughters-Jade and Savannah; dissertation committee advisors-Winifred Crates, Will McCarthy, and Jared Zeno; Red's partner-Clare; a beginning teacher-Chris; and a suitor-Finn.  I am obsessed with this "recursive process translating thought to language, building the knowing on the known" (Neilsen, 1998, p. 40). This search "to engage in the deliberate structure of the web of meaning" (Vygotsky, 1962, p. 100) has consumed me. I have learned much already from the way Julia renders her work. I see her texts unfolding, carrying me along in their wake. Maybe this is the plan—that in my search of her, I find myself. Perhaps together we can fabricate our own truths. Georgia Lang April 15, 2015  5  This then is my story. I have reread it. It has bits of marrow sticking to it, and blood, and beautiful bright-green flies. At this or that twist of it I feel my slippery self eluding me, gliding into deeper and darker waters than I care to probe. I have camouflaged what I could so as not to hurt people. And I have toyed with many pseudonyms for myself before I hit on a particularly apt one. Vladimir Nabakov, 1955, p. 280  6  Epilobium coloratum  Wood Hun (active awareness) east wind "blows aquamarine spring dawn arousal hollers  8  1 East Wind Blows  Love, she had determined, was the necessary catalyst to reach the creative edges of the self. Rosemary Sullivan on Elizabeth Smart, 1992, p. 2 Three letters—to provide a flavour and the option of continuing.  May 31 Red, you were in my dreams last night. You were in a hot tub and I was in a bath nearby. I was relaxing in the bubbles, not watching you, but knowing where you were. When I called, you didn't answer and I worried. I got out of the tub not caring about exposing myself which is unusual because there was an unfamiliar woman in the hot tub with you. She didn't notice what was happening. I got into the water with you and when I called you again, you still did not respond. I pulled you up to me from your reclining position and held you in my arms. Your heart was beating strong and fast and I could hear your breath. Your eyes were closed and you wouldn't answer me. I held you close to me, felt my lips on your forehead, your breath on my heart and when I pulled away to look at you again, you were the same, still, but your  9  eyes were smiling at me, the way you melt me. I think I looked at you for a long time and tried to remember you all and you kissed me. Not deep, but lightly and outside, but for a long time, until I felt the foreverness, and I closed my eyes and forgot about my body. You feel responsibility for me because you are older. I feel responsibility for you because you're older. Is that love? June 18 UNSENT I spray the white trail of mousse direcdy along the top of her hair. Using the orange fine-toothed comb, I work the mousse into each strand along the hairline as I gentiy rake through, over and over along the top, scalp visible in the lines of the teeth. I pull her long hair quickly and effordessly into two ponytails secured with the red baubles she's chosen. A perfecdy straight part down the middle separates each side. Jade is drawing in her Etch-a-Sketch as we stand in my bathroom. Doing hair is a comforting and loving ritual I cherish with the girls. I defdy braid both sides, secure the ends and say, "There!" She looks up and smiles at herself in the mirror, thanks me in a voice that makes the missing start and runs out to get her coat and shoes. I look at the Etch-a-Sketch on the counter. I am surprised. Two salacious snakes flank a lopsided heart in the center. Detailed patterns mirror each other like a mysterious Rorschach print. It's a complex piece for a six-year old. The image makes me proud—the sophistication and symmetry, and yet I am troubled by the darkness of the snakes and the heart. Maybe Jade sees my life in the mirror. Can she read me without words? Does her rendering show understanding of her unarticulated, unconscious body knowledge of my lopsided heart, snakes slithering guilt through my blood?  At the door, Jade tells me her new favourite word is "symmetry." She asks if I like the picture she drew in the bathroom. She asks if I like the way she can do her "S" backwards so the picture looks like it can fold into itself, hiding in complication. At school, she made butterfly prints by pamting on paper and folding the paper in half.  10  Oh,  s o t h e y are n o t s n a k e s , o n l y "S's" w i t h eyes.  I don't k n o w h o w  to think. If I  f o l d e d m y h e a r t i n h a l f , t h e t w o s i d e s w o u l d n o t fit; o n e is t h e r e a l , t h e o t h e r is  the  d r e a m — e v i l s n a k e s a n y w a y y o u t u r n t h e p a g e . I ' m l o s i n g it. M y m i n d is u n r a v e l i n g , yarn tangled in a mess o f writhing w o r m s , continuously  c r a w l i n g a w a y as I try  o r g a n i z e t h e r e l m i t t i n g t h a t is t a k i n g p l a c e b e y o n d m y c o n t r o l b y t h e v e r y w o o l  to  that  c o v e r s m y eyes.  I r e m e m b e r this f e e l i n g e v e n w h e n I w a s a c h i l d ; this f e a r o f p a s s i v i t y , u n c o n t r o l a n d perhaps surrender. A s a child, I h a d a reoccurring d r e a m o f b e i n g i n a bare, dark r o o m with a polished cement the center.  I was  floor. I s t o o d near the w a l l a n d w a t c h e d the d r a i n i n  s m a l l , a l o n e , s t a n d i n g v e r y still as I w a t c h e d  m y life spirit swirl,  w h i t e f e a t h e r s i n t h e air, t o w a r d t h e d r a i n w h i l e at t h e s a m e t i m e a f r a i d o f w h a t  was  c o m i n g u p t h r o u g h the drain. I n e v e r t h o u g h t a b o u t l e a v i n g the r o o m e v e n t h o u g h I could  see  the  open  d o o r . W h a t w i l l I subject  m y s e l f to i n o r d e r to l e a r n ,  u n d e r s t a n d ? D o I satiate m i n d at t h e e x p e n s e o f b o d y ? H e g e l , i n  Spirit (1807), how  know,  The Phenomenology of  asks us to c o n s i d e r :  a struggle  between two  d i s t i n c t c o n s c i o u s n e s s e s , let u s  "life-or-death" struggle, w o u l d lead to o n e  say a  violent  consciousness surrendering and  s u b m i t t i n g t o t h e o t h e r o u t o f fear o f d e a t h . . . . T h i s c o n s c i o u s n e s s is g i v e n a c k n o w l e d g e m e n t o f its f r e e d o m t h r o u g h t h e s u b m i s s i o n a n d d e p e n d e n c e  of  the other, w h i c h turns o u t p a r a d o x i c a l l y to b e a deficient r e c o g n i t i o n i n that the d o m i n a n t o n e  fails t o see  a reflection  o f itself i n the  subservient  one.  (Internet Encyclopedia of Philosophy, 2006, ^f4)  I'm taken to the h i g h p i t c h e d t a u n t i n g r h y m e s o f m y c h i l d h o o d . " C h i n e s e , Japanese, m o n e y please!" I t u r n m y h e a d t o w a r d t h e s o u n d o f i r r i t a t i o n a n d i n s l o w h e a r a s m a l l r o c k w h i z b y m y ear n a r r o w l y m i s s i n g m y c h e e k b o n e . f o o t g r e y c o n c r e t e w a l l that c o m p l e t e l y  motion  U p a b o v e the  surrounds our South African h o m e  8-  leers a  W h i t e b o y ' s f a c e , h e a d p o k i n g o v e r t h e t o p . H i s s h o u l d e r s r e a r u p as h i s a r m c o c k s b a c k f o r h i s s e c o n d p i t c h at m e . I r u n f o r t h e  fig  tree o b l i v i o u s o f t h e  squelching  o v e r r i p e figs b u r s t i n g u n d e r f o o t . I d r i n k t h e s w e e t i n t o x i c a t i n g s m e l l , r i p e as I l e a n m y c h e e k against the r o u g h t r u n k , m y heart i n m y m o u t h . I p e e r t h r o u g h the  leafy  11  branches. He is laughing, a strange scary laugh, a laugh that makes me feel so helpless. His head disappears. I know he is reloading. Should I make a dash for the house or hold out?  He is unrelenting. His rocks and stones hit the leaves and branches. Cowering behind the tree, I lift my elbow over my head to protect myself from falling fruit. Then I see my aunt wild with rage. She picks up a fair size rock and drills it squarely at the boy's forehead. He falls backward with a thud not even registering what has occurred.  I rack my brain to try to recall how I felt in that moment. Was I happy he was hit or sad he was hurt? It had never occurred to me to throw a rock back. I am shocked at the violence in my youth. Why didn't I just run into the house? What does this memory tell me? Is my will my demise? Will I continue to subject myself to the negative, not run away, see it out to the end? Where is the end? Can I make myself draw the line when I'm too afraid to? Can I sever my own limb to release myself like the Canadian hiker who saved himself after being trapped for seven days, his hand pinched under a fallen boulder? No, I am not strong. I do not know how to write new stories by myself. How do I love when I am already in love?  Have you read "Grasshopper," a poem by Jeanne Murray Walker (2004)? She writes about the grasshopper courageously biting off his broken leg so the new leg can replace it. You can read it at: http://www.versedaily.org/grasshopper.shtml. Here's my response to that poem.  GRASSHOPPER'S D E A F S K I N C A N N O T L O V E E V E R Y O N E HAPPILY E V E R A F T E R I do not fall I cannot fall I must not fall like you do, open smiles twmkling eyes open vulnerability easily and down the nape, bristling skin I hold tight, resist and wrestie an accident wrecked roll this confusion around in my hands try to still the bifurcated self at neck  12  but the faceless juggler will not need my cries finger white grips and callous hands holding holding to prevent the balls from hatching I hear the bodies calling fluid raw heat my own and the other screeching with delirium strong wrapped wings force the agitating heart from resonating squeezing tight till the blood drips through the membranous pores I won't bite my leg when it's perfectly healthy don't think I'm a hypocrite a tease a thick skinned whore how do I stop new legs from growing from singing unsolicited songs for making me love more than one In this life I cannot be yours too sink into love, drown and be reborn in your heart sing the silent harmonies that still the roar of the real till the grass sways tall grown around our blanket on the grass and we are hidden matted grass our only trace no, my loving you will start whispers and spite of the ugly, the grotesque an unaccepted multi-legged grasshopper with legs that will run me around in circles off the grid of the fairytale path of always only one deep in a trench set out for me graves are already dug for the loves I bite off and leave behind body thick with scars until my skin can rest deaf in the silence of the first story I chose deaf to the longing lament in the choral sky of grasshoppers sawing songs crying out the curse for all the broken to hear I know we are what we have become. Through experience, we create our understandings of life and who we are, what we stand for and what our conceptions of the world are. Our experiences create who we are. Carl Leggo says, "My past is  13  always included in the present, implicated, inextricably present with the present" (2004, p. 22). This is so true. Our ecological, cultural, ethical, gendered, and embodied positionings are embedded within the theories we embrace consciously and unconsciously as researchers, learners and educators, and these beliefs inform our relationships, teaching, and ways of being. Yes, I know this but how can I get out? You're helping me, aren't you?  March 25 UNSENT I will go back and read all the letters I've written. Gather them up like firewood and watch the flames to try to understand how I can love with so much pain.  14  2  Aquamarine Spring  Love that Red, the name, I think, of a lipstick color. Love that red of my own lips, dressed not in metaphors of berries or flowers, but in a blast of color that speaks belief in a vibrant voice. . . . I line and color my mouth to exert the autoerotic faculty of speech. Joanna Frueh, 1996, p. 7  I just want you to be. Be with me. Be in the moment. Red, May 30, 2004, personal communication  March 26 Good morning, Professor! I hope you are well. Today is the vernal equinox, the begmning of astronomical spring in the Northern Hemisphere. You're beginning fall. Our rhythms will be different. My Grandma says New Year's resolutions don't work in Canada because January is not a birthing time. She tells me to set my goals for the year in early spring. As a child, Grandma warned me not to fall in love with anyone who came from far away (I think she was talking about nationality). She said the distance to travel back was too far to cover in one Hfe-time. I didn't understand. She said only the greatest love could fly that expanse. Maybe she was talking about  15  distance in terms of time, geography, seasons, and culture. She was a mail-order bride full of stories I couldn't understand and it wasn't just a language barrier.  March 29 I'm beginning to associate the negative with "sabbatical." Why did you have to plan on going so far away!  By the way, your last email made me smile. Now I know I'm not just a mouse following my Pied Piper! Also, why would you want to spend more time talking to me in a semi-intoxicated state? Is the unguarded me easier and smoother around the edges? Do you feel you can have your way with me when I've had a few drinks? Ha ha! Maybe being in that state is being in the inbetween, only half lucid, free.  I'm touched by the deepness of reading work written by people I know. I just spent all morning reading your work online. Thank you. You are an amazing wordsmith. I'm so intrigued. I imagine watching you create a paper—mapping you in some way so that I could see the art unfolding like watching an artist paint something into being. Reading you online is almost voyeuristic, an unpeeling of surprises. I consciously feel myself readjusting my conception of you the more I read. At the same time, I'm conscious that it is text and I realize that it has been manipulated. Your written work is a great record of your feelings about the world, an unsaid autobiography of influences and observations, and an explicit visual of how you render—a gift that holds the past of you in it. I like the sense of freedom and openness, perhaps a languidity about your writing, unusual for academic writing.  Reading a conventional theoretical text is so different even if the writer shares perspectives and opinions. The rush of information coming from the page does not allow the reader to go "upstream" into the writer's head. The intention of your writing is so much inviting, so much like you, a meandering voyage of discovery. You like being alone, don't you?  16  Last night I dreamt of bodies as landscapes of learning, that bodies were texts. I've hardly dreamt since the PhD started. I know you think it's good to dream. You've said to allow myself the luxury to remember. How?  It's pouring here. I love the rain—cleansing. The rain refreshes the smells and life of the earth. What's the weather like there? I'm going to lie on some grass soon, when it dries. Miss you.  What do you mean you're thinking of all that's in front of me? Are you being fresh?  April 1 Thank you, regarding the front of me (Metaphorically, literally, and physically). Wow, that's forward of you, Professor!  I like the suggestions you've sent regarding my proposal. I'll try to answer your questions below: 1. What's my rationale? To interrupt discourse, demonstrate connections. 2. Why it is important? To build better communication practices, raise accessibility issues. 3. What potential insights might be gained? That teacher identity is critical to successful teaching; connectedness spills over life into the classroom, into teaching and learning. 4. How might I influence theory and practice? My work can be used in teacher education programs; telling stories will enlarge the notion of "normative."  Is that too simplistic—to think I can actually make a difference?  My very large extended family had a get-together last night. There were about 130 people at the restaurant. It was good to see all my cousins. There was too much to eat as usual. Since the PhD program started I know I'm different. I feel like an island, untouchable, a bit alone, can't explain. At the end of the evening, I was standing on the sidewalk waiting for Luke and the girls who went back into the restaurant. It was dark and there were still people milling about. I distincdy felt out of place as if I was standing on the sidewalk. Yes, I was on the sidewalk but I felt unnatural as if my heels  17  were really high and I wasn't touching very much of the concrete. I think our disconnections are always related to groundings to the earth in some way.  You're so silly. First, I think of you too, and how can you say being attended to by me feels like heaven? What on earth are you talking about? I'm only writing! Attending would be much more than that.  April 2 Tired of me yet? This is my way of working. I really want to produce a work that people can understand. Lorri Neilsen says the esoteric language public intellectuals use creates a gap between lived experience and understanding. She says the "discourse most valued by the academy distances us all. . . . Women I have worked with—whether they are students or colleagues—most often prefer to write in a genre . . . that is closest to the heart" (2002, p. 7).  So I would like to create a heartful work that is accessible but I also want critique from the edges. I'm seeking the responses from those who can see in the oudying bands, on the fringes—-those who can see the specifics with an informed eye. I've been tliinking about a woman who did a short dance to represent her understanding at a conference. Ray Goodfriend says, "There's just so much about dance you can't absorb until you participate in it. Otherwise you just sit there and it either goes right by you or you become overwhelmed by it" (2002. p. 33). Yes, we always need something to attach newness to, a reference. We need to articulate our processes more. I noticed that after the performance there was a noticeably long silence—the kind that always follows something evocative but feels urgent. I used to be discouraged when I presented something in an artful way and no one said anything. Of course, there might be bubbly compliments but I always want a deeper response (though I'm not sure what that is). I like the advice Will gave me. He said that most of thetime,people are overwhelmed and mtimidated; they're not sure what to say and I shouldn't worry because the arts leave an impression—the realization or revelations are not so easily translated into words. So he says I may have more response at a later date or I may have none, but should know that my work has  18  influenced and changed a path for many in that small moment of performance time. I appreciate this.  And about being disrespectful: I am only disrespectful because I can be! I just hope our disrespect builds a solid trusting relationship! Jane Gallop says the "crude and schematic is usually all too apt" (1995, p. 80). I would agree. Sometimes we wrap our words so tighdy we can't see the gifts in them-—same with our research.  April 4 I feel like I'm on a roll of revelation or something lately. I was thinking about visualizing and imaging the possible and I even have a story to go with it! As part of the Chinese Dance Syllabus exam this year, I have to do all kinds of unnatural contortions and get marked! I love stretching my body to its limits. There's this one move that I'm really proud to have worked toward this year. I'm at the barre and I swing my leg back and lift my hand up and look back trying to connect my foot with my hand above my head. I always felt that there was no way I could get my back to bend enough, but it was really in the rotation of the hip socket. A l l I did one day was look at myself in the mirror as I was doing it and suddenly my back was slighdy turned and my hip was open. A minor adjustment or angle makes such a difference in life. It all has to do with how we see.  Yes, thanks Red, I'll "be whatever I want to be." That's an interesting closing. April 5 What do you mean you've missed my words? You expect too much! I wrote to you three times yesterday! Is writing morning, noon, and night not enough?  I have an interesting relationship with Will. I could tell you about him but we've never experienced anything together outside of the academic world. I asked him if he wanted to present at a conference with me. I could do the presentation by myself but I like the conversational aspect of two voices in presentation as if it's a performance. He said he's happy to present and I believe his sincerity. He said he's already going to  19  be at the conference and presenting with others. Do I always have to ask? Why do I expect so much? He says we're friends but if we were, he would ask me things about myself or share the personal. Come to think of it, you don't ask or share anything without me asking first either. Are you both in your roles? Then again, what is the definition of a friend? Are you foremost my advisor, mentor, or friend? I can't be a friend to Will because he is a guide and cannot be next to me if he is guiding me. He hurts me a lot and he doesn't know. You'll say I'm being too sensitive. The sad fact is that when I'm writing to you I'm away from the harshness of the real world. Does that mean that what we have is not the "real world"?  Someone in the peer cohort asked if you were enjoying your sabbatical. He said I was so fortunate to have you as an advisor. Little does he know how picky I am and that I'm still surveying the goods! April 9 Thanks so much for the books you sent. It's a good feeling—getting academic books as gifts. In another life I would have thought it heardess and yet now there's something strangely romantic about getting books to help me with my work. Thank you. You are very kind.  I must go work now, or am I working? What am I preparing myself for, Red?  April 11 I got the perfect jobs for September! I'll have a part-time position in the elementary classroom and a part-time position in teacher education. All's meant to be, right?! April 12 How  should I conceive of love, if not belonging? Can I belong without  subservience? There is also a sense of confinement even in marriage. I mean, every time we build community within, the walls become stronger to contain, thus excluding. Are you saying that all I do (education, dance, and art-making) bear  20  witness to the inabiUty of Luke to completely satisfy me? I take offence. Despite my actions with you, I am happily married. I suppose that sounds incongruent too.  I'll tell you what belonging without confinement is called: a two-week stand! Ha, ha! Maybe that's the freedom I have with you. I do have some sense of belonging in that I'm under your wing but I'm not expecting you to take care of me. At the conference, on the grass, I felt owned, loved—by earth and you. That day was a pivotal moment. There's something here about environment and place.  April 13 UNSENT hear a motorcycle accelerating a long way off the fake watery sound of traffic somewhere feel the late night air wish you Thank you for being here with me Red. I come to you to breathe, to escape. I think I'm falling in love or are you saving me or am I feeling my belonging or am I losing control?  April 14 Do you like cherry tomatoes—so perfecdy round, tight, surprising inside. I went to the beach today. I sat on a log—wet grass, open, remote. The clouds were grey, but beautiful and defined. Rained a bit. A black crow landed on some dry branches—I looked away and it was gone. The fleeting nature of nature is so glorious.  You used those dreaded three words of endearment! Since you didn't frame those words with the silly "You're so open" or "I mean it in the most wholesome kind of way" (whatever that means), I'm taking them to heart! But you always do find a need to diminish what you mean by them or are you trying to explain which love you're talking about so I understand your commitment to your words? Or are you worried about people reading my email? You know what this means, don't you? Serious obligations until I'm a Dr.! Then it's really over!  21  wishing you wholesome call me tonight  April 15 Luke says I'm too open and emotional and these things are misinterpreted including my interest in listening to people's stories. You feel my openness and you are affected. I think I'm in love with you (Disclaimer: I can't get enough mmd-stirring from you). I also have some connection with your body (Disclaimer: your well being). You make me feel strong and beautiful in a clean way (Catholic thoughts?). Do not let my disclaimers diminish my words.  I'll be away from email for tomorrow—going away for a few days. Smooth white skies. Good to get away to the trees. I will miss you.  It would be uncouth of you as a professor to tell me that you miss me, wouldn't it? Why do I think of this?  only 3 words  22  3  Dawn Arousal Hollers  The passages contained in this brief chapter are but fragments of memory, bits of a life, snippets of meaning-making,  qualities from the heart of pedagogy. J. Gary Knowles, 2001, p. 95  A p r i l 19 I've  started  dreaming and remembering m y  dreams.  d r e a m s ! W h a t d o e s t h a t m e a n ? Is t h e c o n s c i o u s  I'm learning, even  and unconscious  from  my  separate a n d each  trying to control?  I a m m o r e a n d m o r e c o n s c i o u s o f the limitations o f o u r c o m m u n i c a t i o n s . E v e n  the  p h o n e h a s r e s t r i c t i o n s . Y o u n e e d time t o let w o r d s settle, t o s i n k i n t o t h e c r a c k s t h a t are  you—I  can  hear  it  in  your  silences  when  I'm  with  you.  I  think  we  can  c o m m u n i c a t e w i t h e a c h o t h e r i n w a y s I h a v e n o t e x p e r i e n c e d b e f o r e . It's a s e n s e o f interweaving  t h a t is  i m m e r s e d i n the  constandy  wonder  h a p p e n i n g i n the  o f just  silences w e  being i n presence  have,  when  a n d b e i n g i n the  we  are  world. T h e  23  c o m f o r t i n s i l e n c e is a g o o d i n d i c a t o r f o r m e o f u n d e r s t a n d i n g a n d c o n n e c t i v i t y . O u r current  w o r k i n g relationship  of  implied  meanings  or  maybe  m i s r e a d i n g s o f y o u r l y r i c a l w o r d s a l w a y s p r o v i d e a fantasy connection  also encourages  imagery/multiple  a playing with  meaning—yes,  you  are  words,  extending  conjured  up  o f reality. O u r e m a i l  sometimes me  my  using  beyond  my  metaphor/ articulated  p e r c e p t i o n . I ' m i n c l i n e d t o t h i n k t h i s is b e t t e r — I h a v e s p a c e / t i m e t o w o r k a l o n e , c o n c o c t m e a n i n g s y o u d i d n ' t i n t e n d a n d n o w it's t o o late t o a d m i t t h a t o u r b r i e f tryst is m e a n i n g l e s s ! Y o u ' r e r i g h t , o u r r h y t h m s are a c t u a l l y v e r y d i f f e r e n t . P l u s , t h e r e m o s t likely w o u l d b e issues o f b a l a n c e i n spirit, m i n d a n d b o d y b e t w e e n us.  I f i n i s h e d a g r a n i t e a n d tile m o s a i c t o d a y . It's c a l l e d " L i c o r i c e D r e a m s . "  Licorice Dreams, 2006, granite, m a r b l e & tile. 5 1 " x 35"  I w a s t h i n k i n g o f y o u . L i c o r i c e l o o k s s o q u i e t b u t i t is s o s u r p r i s i n g t o t h e T h e piece goes w i t h Margaret A t w o o d ' s p o e m  "Variations o n  the W o r d  tongue. Sleep"  ( 1 9 8 7 ) . I l i k e t h e p a r t a b o u t w i s h i n g I c o u l d e n t e r y o u as s l e e p s l i d e s its s m o o t h d a r k w a v e o v e r m y head, w a s h i n g m e i n . I imagine w a l k i n g w i t h y o u i n the p o e m , lost i n the w o r d s , i n a forest o f b l u e g r e e n leaves. I d r e a m a b o u t A t w o o d ' s w o r d s — w i s h i n g t h a t I c o u l d i n h a b i t y o u l i k e a i r , as u n n o t i c e d a n d as c o m p l e t e l y n e c e s s a r y .  Please  r e a d t h e p o e m o n l i n e at h t t p : / / w w w . p o e t s . o r g / v i e w m e d i a . p h p / p r m M I D / 1 6 2 2 1 .  24  April 19 I'm really tired and fading fast. I want to fade with you but am unable to do anything but imagine the imaginable as soothing and comforting. You know, I loved talking to you on the phone when lying down today. Thank you.  I've been thinking about all this writing I'm doing. I could start a book of memoirs! How about a novel on the professor/student relationship as curriculum discourse or something like that? It would be a voyeuristic peak into the crazy mind of a ranting lunatic and her beautiful, submissive teacher!  April 21 I wish others could get the imagery I get from you. I feel so much pleasure, and encouragement from your thoughts and endearments. You really do build me. I feel a warmth that spreads through me, a rilling and yet emptiness that never fills. It's not just your words (text) going into my head through my eyes, but the images you create that swallow me into you. I'm also talking about perhaps the strength and wonder of learning and realizing that I'm learning and being guided by someone who loves me as well. This is important, isn't it? This explains why some great teachers have loved their students as parents or guardians or as those with very vested interests. I really do tnink significant, transformational learning is influenced by a strong, even loving, teacher/learner relationship. This also explains why home-educated children do so well (Knowles, 1989, 1991).  Three words. Think in Chinese. The words are not dependent on each other and are balanced in weight.  love strong back April 25 Thanks for letting me help with these new-teacher induction letters. I'll try to sound more "academic"! I can take a hint! What a great professional development program the school district has set up with the university! I will enjoy writing on your behalf. I  25  realize this mentorship program you're involved in extends over the year so it won't be a lot of work. I plan to write five times over the next 10 months so don't worry, I can handle it. I already have some ideas! I suppose others might frown on this. It's not really unethical, is it? Wouldn't this be like me doing research assistant work on your behalf? I'm purposely writing for you. I'll write from my perspective so just take what you want and feel free to adjust and reword. Is Chris male or female? I'm glad to be doing the research and thmking about the topic so quit being apologetic and please take my words as a gift. You will think this odd but, as I wrote Chris' letter, I felt like there was a light in me and it was sliiriing through my pores and all I wanted so badly was for you to see my light. I don't know what that image means only that I'm the way I am because of you. I suppose a good teacher does that. Yes, I am trying to please but it's different from trying to make you proud. It's really about doing something I feel pleased about and you just happen to see it, like it for what it is, smile, and then are surprised when you realize that it's a part of me.  Letters to Chris—Introductory Letter  Dear Chris, I hope this letter finds you well. I'm glad we've been partnered. I enjoyed our phone conversation. As agreed, I'll send five referenced reflections and then we can discuss them as we go along. If you write a response journal to each and add anything else that you want to talk about, we'll very easily meet the mentorship program guidelines. That's what writing is, not communication but a means of communion. And here are the other writers who swirl around you, like friends, patient, intimate, sleeplessly accessible, over centuries. (Amis, 2000, p. 268)  I've been thinking a lot about the oudooks, qualities, and skills I consider important and useful for teachers, and of those, which ones might be most useful at the beginning of a career. Often what's perceived as important for the new teacher is not what is important from a veteran's point of view, nor from a researcher's for that matter, so I hope that you will find some resonance with my letters now, or even  26  sometime later in your teaching career. Sometimes reading the same text at a different time or in a different context creates a substantially dissimilar text. Timing and context really do influence so much in our lives. O f course, knowing strategies for respectful classroom management and knowing "what to teach" are critical to all teachers, especially new ones, but these two issues particularly, often simply require time and experience in context so I'm going to focus on something I call "An Embodied Curriculum of Wholeness." I would like to share my ruminations on how the body can inform experiences of teaching and learning when the divarication of mind and body are reunited.  Ideally, it would be best if I could understand the context in which you teach and model particular learning/teaching strategies you're interested in, or team-teach a series of lessons with you then talk about them. Despite my distance, I'm still hopeful that our reflexive writings to one another will help us grow as teachers.  To deepen transformative teaching and learning practices I encourage teachers to develop an embodied aesthetic wholeness. I imagine holistic teaching as fluid, coloured transparent layers dynamically moving under and over one another. Light (context) muminates certain layers at particular times and at other times, the richness is created by the fusion of layered colours. I suggest the following: 1.  increase receptivity and openness to learning  2.  foster skills of relationality  3.  model wholeness-in-process in explicit reflexive texts  4.  layer multiple strategies of inquiry, research experiences, and presentation  5.  acknowledge ecological and intuitive resonances  So I'm starting with an introduction and the first letter and each time I send you a letter I'll speak to one of the five points. I agree with Brent KUbourn who asserts that: Common accounts of teaching frequendy lack significant details about its nature, including details about subject-matter and about the process of teaching. Bled of these details, teaching can appear too simple in the eyes of  27  parents and students; more significandy, it can appear too simple in the eyes of beginning teachers. (1998, p. xi) So we can talk casually about tilings but I'll also include research references which might help you look up something that interests you. Feel free to use the references to write your monthly reflection papers. Even now, after teaching for many years, I still find that keeping a journal and discussing pedagogical issues with colleagues or friends is very revealing.  Background The tradition of formal schools has severed the body from the mind, thereby mhibiting holistic teaching and learning which potentially limits the development of imagination and wonder, and restrains the advancement of knowledge and understanding (Gallop, 1988; jagodzinski, 1992). According to jan jagodzinski, the bifurcation of mind and body in the arts occurred during the rule of Louis X I V in the eighteenth century. It was during this time that the "artisan" was replaced with the "artist." jagodzinski believes that since then sensuous knowledge has been separated from the body and transferred into the art object which is put on display. The separation between maker and product produces an manimate object which can then easily be sorted and categorized as a superficial commodity. Similarly, the separation  between  teacher  and  curriculum has  created  a  static,  cold,  compartmentalized curriculum which has in many respects become a commodity— packaged knowledge. In so thmking, the disembodied teacher can then be thought of as the mindless conduit of transference. We must breathe life back into the curriculum, make learning meaningful, and focus on the art of teaching. We must not let teaching well take the backseat to covering curriculum. The teacher can address personal wholeness by connecting mind and body; and second, reconnect the curriculum with the teacher by integrating self, as a learner in the teaching process.  The body of knowledge Real knowledge is not merely discursive or literal; it is also, if not first and foremost, sensuous. . . derived from bodily participation in the learning act. (Berman, 1981, p. 168)  28  I'll provide examples of the intersections between living, learning, researching and teaching to foster the five intersecting and overlapping layers of wholeness. Wholeness as a theoretical model is rooted in micropolitical thought. The ability to see the micropolitical is paramount. The micropolitical is the human living curriculum as aesthetic text which "questions the everyday, the conventional, and asks us to view knowledge, teaching, and learning from multiple perspectives, to climb out from submerged perceptions, and see as if for the first time" (Pinar et al, 1995, p. 605). Heidegger puts it this way: The most difficult learning is to come to know actually and to the very foundations what we already know. Such learning, with which we are here solely concerned, demands dwelling continually on what appears to be nearest to us. (1977, p. 252)  Wholeness employs currere as a research methodology as explained by Rita Irwin (2003, 2004) and William Pinar and Madeleine Grumet (1976). The word curriculum, generally used to refer to a prescribed list of outcomes, objectives and content, is derived from the Latin word, currere, which means to run. Curriculum is static, while currere is dynamic. Curriculum is focused on "end products we call concepts, abstractions, conclusions, and generalizations we, in accumulative fashion, call knowledge" (Pinar et al, 1995, p. 415). Researching, teaching, and learning through the method of currere as formulated and practiced by Pinar and Grumet (1976) requires the researcher to actively create two phenomenological descriptions: 1) to know the self in context; and 2) "to trace the complex path from preconceptual experience to formal intellection" (Pinar et al, 1995, p. 415). In other words, currere is living pedagogic inquiry (Sameshima, in press)—finding location of self in relation and iterating moments as knowledge construction along the path of the dynamic process of currere. Although understanding that curriculum as objectives and outcomes is important, I propose that we also attend to the currere root of curriculum in the classroom setting. Madeleine Grumet writes: If currere was to reveal our conceptual inclinations, intellectual and emotional habits, mime would reveal the knowledge that we have in our hands, in our  29  feet, in our backs, in our eyes. It is knowledge gathered from our preconceptual dialogue with the world, knowledge that precedes our utterances and our stories. (1978, p. 305)  Currere is about movement, about awareness, about aclmowledging learning through the body. Most teachers know that hands-on-learning and active participation increases learning. That notion must be extended to the teaching self—to embody learning, researching, and teaching that way. A refocus of ways of being a teacher and incorporating currere as an integral part of pedagogic living is critical to transformational teaching practice.  The scholarship of Hamblen (1983), jagodzinski (1992), Leggo (2005a), Pryer (2001), Sawada (1989), Springgay (2004), and others, privilege the body's sensuous knowing over the Cartesian emphasis on thought. Sawada explains that knowledge should "constitute the everyday epistemology of the everyday experiences of the everyday student who does not leave life behind when entering school" (1989, p. 9). Learning is an integral part of living in the body. Every living moment is a possible moment for realization, contemplation, or action. Embodied wholeness is weaving the daily into reflexive understandings of continuous heartful living, learning, and teaching. Artful, tactile and multi-sensory epistemologies are thus more strongly supported as the researcher/teacher /learner takes on a reflexive way of being.  Like jagonzinski (1992), I support the understanding that the aesthetic, ethical and political are intertwined, jan jagonzinski argues that "curriculum as an aesthetic text represents a political and moral commitment in constant antagonism with reality. Aesthetic experience becomes. . . a transvaluation and a call to action" (Pinar et al., 1995, p. 602). The researcher/teacher/learner  is always in an active state of  renegotiating perceptions of self in conceptions of context (Rogoff 2000) and researching, re-creating and creating new ways of understanding, appreciating, and representing (Finley and Knowles, 1995). Living wholeness as a researcher and teacher includes living as an embodied aesthetic being, developing skills for finding meaningful pedagogic relevance between personal experience and the greater public  30  good, and recognizing the processes of learning while the passages of learning are being constructed.  Living embodied wholeness is not a blind surrender to compartmentalization and dichotomy; rather, it is comparable to living Garoian's performance art teaching offstage, outside and inside the classroom. Performance art teaching enables students to critique curricular and pedagogical stereotypes, to challenge the assumptions of the art world and those of the culture in general. This pedagogy recognizes and encourages the tradition of rebellion as a natural aspect of students' creative and mental development. (1999, p. 31) Living wholeness is the entwining of Merleau-Ponty's (1968) "flesh" of the world with the self through Amelia Jones' process of "reversibility." The relation to the self, the relation to the world, the relation to the other, all are constituted through a reversibility of seeing and being seen, perceiving and being perceived, and this entails a reciprocity and contingency for the subject(s) in the world. (1998, p. 41) Wholeness is thus living inside and outside—living a subversive esthetic, moving with conviction, away from the safety of conformity and standardization, and the fear that holds us there, to the unknown, to the new, and to the open connective spaces where the impossible becomes possible.  To be immersed as a learner in the teaching practice you need to question the origins of your thinking and talk about your drinking. You need to teach and learn through multiple embodied experiences. You also need to find location for yourself through actively increasing your receptivity, developing skills  of relationality, and  acknowledging ecological and intuitive resonances. I would suggest that you begin to view yourself as not just the giving-teacher, but also as a receiving-learner in process. We should talk more about this with all begmning teachers. Herman Stark (2003) believes that to think is to undermine, and one increasingly incurs more intellectual and moral responsibilities as one becomes more thoughtful.  31  Here's the first letter on Layer One. I'll write Layer Two in June sometime. Enjoy.  Letters to Chris—Layer One: Improve "Receptivity" or Openness to Learning  One of the major tasks of the curriculum field is to demonstrate in consistent fashion the process of self-criticism and self-renewal. (Henry A. Giroux, 1980, p. 27)  To teach well, in balanced ways, live with verve! Most conceptions of the teacher identity is one of a passive body, a conduit of knowledge, an empty jug which is filled with the curriculum and then proportionally doled out to students. It's important to change this conception and to see the teaching self as a living, breathing learner closely integrated with students. Focus on the learning moments, limit the key concepts planned per lesson, and be cognizant of seeing and feeling responses from students. Understand self as not giving a curriculum but, rather, co-creating a curriculum with the students. Learning can only be meaningful if you can enable students to make relational connections. Teach your students how to increase their own body receptivity to learning as you focus on always remaining open yourself.  Emmanuel Levinas (1981) describes  an interesting way of  understanding  "self/other." Levinas believes that the primary concern of self to the other is the subject's responsibility to the other, even if the other is unknown. He says we can only know self in relation to other. Ted Aoki (1992) explains that Levinas' focus on responsibility before the rights and freedoms of the subject creates a tone which ethically welcomes multiplicity. This oudook appears simplistic but can drastically reshape your perspectives on locating your place as a teacher within wholeness. The teaching profession is dramatically strengthened when teachers understand who they are, know how their experiences have shaped their ideologies, and find and acknowledge their place of contribution in the broader context of the educational setting. There is a lot here in this last sentence and perhaps some would argue against this notion of seeking place and contribution. These ideas go against the grain  32  because the historical concept of the teacher is one of blank uniformity. Levinas' conception of self/other constructs a placeholder for self in the midst of others (through responsibility) and hence creates a perspective of belonging, place and need, yet still values difference. This conception reiterates  Paulo Freire's  encouragement that "the more rooted I am in my location, the more I extend myself to other places so as to become a citizen of the world. No one becomes local from a universal location" (1997, p. 39).  A n aesthetic of wholeness integrates Drew Leder's concept of the ecstatic body as "a field of immediately lived sensation . . . its presence fleshed out by a ceaseless stream of kinesthesias, cutaneous and visceral sensation, defining . . . [the] body's space and extension and yielding information about position, balance, state of tension, desire, and mood" (1990, p. 23). Being open in the moment means listening intendy, simultaneously seeking relationality, acknowledging connections and appreciating the fullness of presence in the present. Being open is akin to Leder's notion of aesthetic absorption which is based on phenomenologist Maurice Merleau-Ponty's (1968) "chiasm" which is experiencing the world as "flesh"—a meshing of subject and object, self and body, and body and world. Merleau-Ponty explains: The flesh is not matter, is not mind, is not substance. To designate it, we should need the old term "element," in the sense it was used to speak of water, air, earth, and fire, that is, in the sense of a general thing, midway between the spatio-temporal individual and the idea, a sort of incarnate principle that brings a style of being wherever there is a fragment of being. The flesh is in this sense an "element" of Being, (p. 139)  I want you to imagine wholeness as life lived in luminiferous ether. Ether was once believed to be the fifth and highest element after ait, earth, fire, and water and was believed to be the substance composing all heavenly bodies. Ether was imagined to be above air, air itself, and a medium that filled all space to support the propagation of electromagnetic waves {hyperdicHonary, 2005). Living in the ether is thus living within the fifth element as Merleau-Ponty describes—living an aesthetic openness of  33  being. You feel the immersion, yet simultaneously see all that is around you, even vour immersed self. j Recendy, I saw Sandra Weber's (2005) presentation at Robson Square Theatre. Her  topic tide was Bodies and teaching: From representation to embodiment. She promotes the active body as learner. During the open question and answer period a teacher commented that Weber proposed nothing new. In this teacher's school, the students were exposed daily to opportunities for embodied learning in such forms as dance, theatre, physical education, and hands-on-learning. The important point to raise is the question which alludes to the mistaken but conventional notion that lessons are "given" or that opportunities for performance learning are "provided." The primary concern should be that the teacher's body be a part of the learning or used in the learning process. This is a good example of the split between teacher and curriculum.  Joseph Schwab introduced dialogic discussion in the university setting in the 1930's (Westbury & Wilkof, 1978). This was a novel method of learning at the time because it involved the insertion of the teacher in the learning process and brought in potential juxtaposition and resistance as the class debated and dialectically constructed understanding. Moving away from directed teaching toward discussion is great, but even better would be a full integration of the teacher as a student in praxis. My proposal is a radical reconception of the teacher—the teacher as not only teacher, but simultaneously researcher and learner.  The idea of not knowing is a foreign idea for teachers who feign competence, often to gain control of behavioural and management issues, and who are expected by students, parents, and administrators to "know." Being open to newness and receptive to learning first requires a public acknowledgement that teachers don't know everythring and are always in process; and, second, an active attempt on the teacher's part to search for connections and metaphoric meanings of relationality in experiences which connect to pedagogy.  34  gamum  multipeduncuiatxirrn  Fire Shea (transcendent awareness) red heat joy giggling noon south summer roar  36  4  Red Heat Joy  So I can see no way around that. Yet it seems to be that that when you are lucky enough to find someone who you think is good and true, then the lies you tell others are forgivable. That may sound strange, but I think it's true. Richard B. Wright, 2002, p. 252  May 1 Red, I'm serious. What would you think if I wrote about our relationship? I've been tiimking about how learning is so natural in this dialectic, dialogical situation. When I'm learning with you I am no longer in me, but in the space between us. Sharing some of the letters could give the reader the sense of importance of the relational. I realize it's a bit far-fetched at the moment but, after helping you with the letters to Chris, I realize how powerful this form can be in a sort of subde didactic way—that I am marking the points of learning through the dynamic curriculum of a pedagogic living inquiry, that I am mapping a way of learning (see Sameshirna & Irwin, 2006). In fact I would be doing what I suggested Chris do—to live currere, to know self in context and "trace the complex path from preconceptual experience to formal intellection" (Pinar et al, 1995, p. 415). I'm very intrigued with letter writing as a means to communicate with the reader. Somehow this form brings the level of  37  ''academia" to an approachable porthole and dispels communication barriers because the language is much more casual, open and uncertain. There's heart and there's head in some places. When I ask a question of you, I am really asking the reader—this could be a bold way to write. My receiver thus becomes anyone who reads my words and I am actually linked directly to one person's eyes. Is that why they say the eyes are the windows to the soul? It's the one-to-one that makes learning and teaching so effective. I'm so excited! This is a powerful notion! In other "heardess" texts, texts for mass consumption, the reader feels little need to be committed to the work. The writer is generally certain about claims and does not invite interaction from the reader. I liken this to a speaker presenting to a large group. Audience anonymity provides reason not to attend carefully or to build connections with the speaker. I want my readers to take responsibility for shaping their own interpretations of my texts. I want to write a text that can encourage a reader to actively and dynamically shape the text, filling the hollow words with their own understandings. Ok, maybe not hollow words, but words which still have room in them for more stories.  I think about our writing. If I'm convinced that we write who we are and who we become, and since I'm a hopeless romantic like you, then is it conceivable that we could write ourselves into love? We're actually constructed by our own word making. When choosing words, I try to write my love letters with depth and as you read them, you tiiink I actually feel the depth (which I may not actually be feeling, but it sounds and writes well). I don't mean that I'm being deceptive, but I'm careful about choosing words that will make me pleasing to you). In return, you manipulate your words and I believe them. In time, we'll be in love with the creation of a relationship based on good writing. Can this last in the physical?  May  12  The future unfolds with such pleasure glorious effusive energy dream with me poems and words meshed with mine in my heart  38  Georgia's Diaspora, 2006, m i x e d tile. 3 5 " x 5 1 "  Here's the latest mosaic. It's called "Georgia's Diaspora." Georgia O'Keefe's images of flowers have always been so startling to me. Maybe the word "startling" has too much movement but "striking" is too still. A/r/tographer Rita Irwin (Springgay & Irwin, 2004) writes of O'Keefe's influential spirit on her own artmaking/research practice. O'Keefe believed that paintings could not be explained, only experienced (Dijkstra, 1998). Irwin suggests that O'Keefe's paintings sensually celebrate life, startling us into "discovering the sensual, to experience the mfinite as a material texture of life" (p. 75). Irwin goes on to say that O'Keefe's work is situated in a "place between realism and abstraction. It was in this paradoxical place that she was torn by the need to reveal and a fear of being too well understood" (p. 75). It's about revealing the close to the heart but not wanting to show the narcissistic self. I  39  know this feeling well, it's also the sense that I want to grasp what O'Keefe calls "the Faraway"—the urge to hold the mystical of the natural world (Udall, 1992, p. 111). Carl Leggo (June 6, 2005, personal communication) writes that poetry opens up the intimate spaces where lives are creatively composed. These are the unspoken places. In my artmaking and my writing, I believe that the articulation of the intimate frees because others are given a chance to see what is hidden. To free that which is hidden is to liberate all who think oppression is acceptable. In this artmaking, I was also thmking about how I can free myself by not holding onto the myth that love and sex are synonymous—an idea which constrains me to only particular kinds of relationships and only one love. I imagine that to open the ovary of my flower is to allow all that is with me in birth to be released. The idea of opening and releasing is quite empowering. There are other ideas I worked through in this piece. Note the unassuming mcoming foliage (top right) against the outgoing dispersion. I wanted to show the focus on both moving out and moving in. I don't think we fully acknowledge the joys of both giving and receiving at once or being simultaneously in and out. Leder (1990) notes that because we live in our bodies, we consign the body's phenomena as absent from awareness and we tend to direct our attention out into the world. Through inward redirection, he says a beautiful cacophony emerges. I think this is what's happening for me. You have opened me by going inside and I'm spilling all over. Thank you.  May 15 before the alarm before the world awakes you call only 3 words beckon my fingers this pace unreason this view frenetic can't help myself swallowed me whole to follow you to feel you reflecting me all pulling my journey  40  making my way to your hands May 16 People use the word groundedness differendy. When I say groundedness, I'm talking about an anchoring as a settled recognition of a remembered place of return to the earth, wisdom, ecological identity, and location roots. Others talk about this anchoring as being tethered, being inside and heavy, not being able to fly. You've been thmking about my thinking as vertical, that I'll grow up. I'm planning to grow wide. That is my way. OPENING THE WORLD how do I learn to soar? not taking step by step but gathering information and flying over I turn to artful research to ideate the periphery of understanding draw the edge of thought where conceptualization is not limited to lexicon how can I describe what I understand without a language — that which I myself do not know? but with imagination, an instrument with no rules with my body, and layered with words I try to dance all that is yet confined to one alphabetic glossolalia all that needs to be expressed all that calls for representation and interpretation iterating the wordless translating the unnamed noesis understanding what we can't but need to pushing to the unbound dwelling and moving in rhythm and breath letting the process teach opening to ambiguity and post modern subjectivities drafting on the power of others on the crest of natality I write and story myself understanding incorporate both sides of the brain as I type with both hands integrating the hemispheres opening the world  41  May 20 Do we have this connection only because we are attuned, looking for the mergings which increase the volume and thickness of revelations, articulating like writers in the connected moment? Are we, as you describe, crazy, obsessed, and haUucinating? Are we creating this heightened reality through the "trapping" of text? Are we catching all the fleeting moments like blocks which build this love higher than imaginable, wider than consciousness, so deep in foundation, firm? Is it possible to do this visually? The sight of words give weight. Do all our emails give our relationship more "substance" than one without words? Are we assigning more value to our relationship because of the quantity of text associated to it? Wanda May writes, "Written texts—such as curriculum guides—dupe us into believing that meanings are fixed and stable" (1989, p. 9). I'm worried.  Then again, if I use this same sort of diinking, I can create visuals which will surface understandings, catch the frameworks and stack them up. I can basically build a staircase or a scaffold out of renderings! Think what that means for using the arts in research! I feel like you really see me in my work in an inside way, not just my outside. I think you must be the only one. Is that where my intimacy with you is? Do I think we're close because you reflect me the way I want to be reflected?  falling in love I understand all 3 words speak louder than all May 21 I had a good hip hop class. Hip hop has a very different movement vocabulary than the kind of dancing I'm used to. I feel awkward and it's strange because I can't seem to feel the synchronicity of the moves. I'm thinking a lot and sometimes the music catches up to the sequence in my head before the moves come out. I know that the segmentation of the moves this week will somehow melt into my body memory by next week and the new parts of the dance will become smooth. Isn't that so bewildering—how does the body learn?  42  I love to dance, to feel my own heart beat in syncopation with the music. I remember that critical moment when I heard your heart. I think that was my downfall. I've always thought kissing was the marker—the signal of "crossing the line." With you, I fell over the edge when I heard your heartbeat—it was faint, fainter than any heartbeart I've felt. I know I have issues with needing to heal.  Here's an example. I saw Will at a local conference and he unintentionally hurt my feelings about something. I was so upset with him that I was going to cancel my meeting with him later that week. Then he sent me an email saying that when he returned from the conference he was very ill. As soon as I read that I felt myself melting. I know I want to heal him and have the crazy notion that I can. How? What can I do for his flu?  According to Pinar and Reynolds, mquiry grounded in hermeneutics is predicated on the principle that a text "remakes itself with each new reading, notwithstanding the history of previous readings that remain embedded within" (1992, p. 241). David Jardine (1998) says the primary tool of hermeneutic analysis is interpretation, with the fundamental aim of developing new insights by synthesizing ideas or prior findings in a way that builds theoretical understanding. I take these quotes and apply them to hip hop. The steps hermeneutically sink into the body, become analyzed and interpreted. Jardine suggests that "a deep investment in the issues at hand . . . is theorizing in the best sense, a theorizing that erupts out of our lives together and is about our lives together" (p. 7). This is what I want to do in my research. YOU MAKE ME you make me fold and caress crush and crumple unravel and smooth stretch across me silken strength so i feel you every beat, breath of my heart  43  May 23 I've been busy. I read a few dissertations that were written in novel form. Have you seen Elizabeth de Freitas (2003) and Douglas Gosse's (2004) dissertations? What do you think of Boundary Bay by Rishma Dunlop (2000)? I had an interesting conversation with a classroom teacher about the latter. It's intriguing how many teachers and people in general view knowledge—«ven people who I consider open and thoughtful. So many people diink knowledge is only legitimate when it's in a text book or in the encyclopedia. Have you heard about Wikipedia (2006)? It's an online encyclopedia that is written and edited by whoever wants to contribute. There's a sense that the text is always fresh and being shaped toward the "truth" even as we know there is not one truth. I like that. I used Wikipedia.com for a definition in a paper and a reviewer said I ought to "research" and write from a perspective that is informed by reliable sources. I find this a curious notion. What is a reliable source? Is the dictionary reliable? Does our work become reliable if three people referee the text and say it's valid? What if the three chosen referees don't know very much about the topic? We need to weigh everydiing we read and hear and not complicate ourselves with what is most true. Information and knowledge is so dynamic. When I find myself second guessing Wikipedia, I look at my bookshelf and ask myself which books have truth in them. I wonder if veracity, validity, and how we define knowledge has to do with how we define ourselves.  I've been dimking about how I'm defining myself through what I do. When you ask who I am, I'm really tlimking of what I am. I am an artist, researcher, and teacher, but who I am is really a question of heart, not a category. Do you think this is what we ought to focus on in teacher education? I mean we shouldn't be teaching how to act like a teacher (fit the category), but rather how to feel the process of teaching (to be the verb), to try to develop the heart or the roots for the teaching life.  Oh sorry, got side-tracked. The teacher who read Boundary Bay by Dunlop (2000) felt that because it was fiction, it lost the authority research has through generalization. I argue that Dunlop wasn't trying to generalize; she was being specific, but then again, fiction is not viewed as knowledge by some. I think stories whether fiction or non44  fiction, provide examples of how others see and live within stories and that is pedagogic. Henry James (1843-1916) in Theory of Fiction writes: The success of a work of art . . . may be measured by the degree to which it produces a certain illusion; that illusion makes it appear to us for the time that we have lived another life—that we have had a miraculous enlargement of our experience. (Miller, 1972, p. 93) So Dunlop's work in essence, is to provide us with shoes to walk in other lives.  I want teachers to read my dissertation—and you know how litde time they have. Do you know that the most often preferred method of professional development is the one-shot workshop where teachers are given some idea or strategy which can be implemented in class the next day (see Sameshima, 1999)? It's unlikely that teachers will spend the time going through a conventional dissertation. Would they even read a steamy set of letters about learning?  So I'm seriously thinking about writing an epistolary novel. I could create a dissertation by compiling and expanding ideas in our letters. The work would be both fiction and non-fiction and be true enough because the letters would actually be letters I've sent you. Brent Kilbourn says that "the power of fiction is its ability to show, largely through structural corroboration, the qualities of experience that we multiplicatively recognize as poetically true of people and situations" (1999, p. 31). explain this mystery burning with pleasure astonishment in rapture anguish of unrest quest to fill don't know what tell me all tell me please need to hear hurts to hold  45  5 Giggling Noon  Like desire, language disrupts, refuses to be contained within boundaries. It speaks itself against our will, in words and thought that intrude, even violate the most private spaces of mind and body. bell hooks, 1994, p. 167  June 3 I cannot contain myself! I must share! Again, I drain you. I am sorry. I see howpassion in teaching and learning allows us to see and create bell hooks' (1994) "remembered rapture" in our emails. The work and the relationship have knitted together and real learning is all about tlimking about the learning, being in the moment, saving the exquisite joys, learning in love, feeling the body electric! This is erotic scholarship (Barecca & Morse, 1997; Frueh, 1996; Gallop, 1988). Red, we are living through it, not only talking, but feeling the moments when our bodies are not separated from our minds. Alison Pryer describes pedagogy as an "erotic encounter, a meeting of teacher and student . . . a wild and chaotic process" that is both joyful and painful (2001, p. 137).  46  more to learn passion, desire, ecstasy you and me June 6 Ecstatic! My body surprises me! I went to a Chinese dance class today. There were only three of us in the class and we did so much. I was exhausted after an hour and it was a two-hour class! I started dancing again last year and the big thing for me has always been to stretch myself to my limit. I told you of my breakthrough in kicking my hand over my head with my foot. Well, today I held my foot above my head, behind my back, with B O T H hands! I'm sure you can't imagine what this looks like—imagine an ice-skater holding a blade up above her head while spmning. Imagine standing on one foot, with the other foot extended to the back. I have to lift the back foot high, reach over my head and grab that leg. I am amazed that this old body can do it! I think my head/heart openness has extended to my body! The splits were so easy today too. Why? Isn't the tension in the muscles? Has it always been in the head? Disbelief! everywhere I go you are there in your words in my world You mean more to me than the cliche three words, the one line story that drives our living. Do you think we can live our lives without needing the three words? Living the moment is connecting all, isn't it?  June 8 Good morning. Did you sleep well? I kept you up again. I write and all the layers are compressed upon the words (literal meanings, metaphors, eros). I think it's because we are connected completely. Text has in many ways become . . . I was going to say thin, but general too, for us. We are standing outside (bell hooks, 1994), on the fringes in ecstasy!  47  the words flow the meanings unfold Do you always intend the personal innuendo or are you innocendy naive? You're being naughty! Or maybe the body drives all thought, not the head. I like Peter McLaren's advice that "a politics of field relations must be grounded in eros, in passion, in commitment to transform through a radical connectedness to the self and the other" (1991, p. 163); and to Barreca and Morse who state that "the acts of learning and teaching are acts of desire and passion" (1997, p. x).  June 10 My new favourite word is prosody. As you know, I always imagine that I am Julia Kristeva's shadow. Her work is very much about bringing the body back into discourses in the human sciences. Kristeva talks about the fissures in language, about the prosody of language as opposed to the denotive meanings of words. Prosody may mean a number of things. I've looked it up and summarized it here for you (Farlex, 2006): . •  Prosody consists of distinctive variations of stress, tone, and timing in spoken language. How pitch changes from word to word, the speed of speech, the loudness of speech, and the duration of pauses all contribute to prosody.  •  In linguistics, prosody includes intonation and vocal stress in speech.  •  In poetry, prosody includes the scansion and metrical shape of the lines.  •  In vocal music, prosody refers to the way the composer sets the text in the assignment of syllables to notes in the melody to which the text is sung; this is particularly a function of rhythm and is not to be confused with musical form.  The power of poetry is the prosody of language. Not in the words themselves, but in the fissures of the words and in the spaces. This is what I want my dissertation to be about—about the inbetween, and about valuing the parallax of diversity.  When I read your work, I see you. When I read your published words, I begin to question what is fact and what is fiction, and really, does it matter? Who knows if the fiction didn't actually happen? For instance, how do you know I'm writing truth now? I could be embemshing everything in order to impress you. Since you're so far 48  away, I'm quite safe in making everydiing up. If learning occurs when the heart is moved why wouldn't I always try to move the heart? I'm just coming to grips with this. Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden (1997) is like that too. One cannot peel fiction from the research in that book. I think those types of books and movies are the most compelling, when you want to believe that the whole thing is true, even though you know that it isn't or can't be.  I recendy read Jane Gardam's (1991) epistolary novel The Queen of the Tamborine. It's about a character, Eliza, who writes letters to a neighbour as she reveals her own descent into insanity and how she eventually finds a place for herself. I realize that I am manipulated by Gardam and, yet, I still want to trust her main character's voice even as she writes from insanity. Eliza begins writing letters like regular letters; the experience is always recorded after the fact. Later in the novel, Eliza begins to record dialogue as if she is in the moment and yet she cannot be because she is the letter writer. The strangeness is that I want to believe the dialogue, even though Eliza has lost her credibility because I realize she is reconstructing the scene. How do I write a fiction in the moment without manipulating the text? For that matter, how do I record true happeriings without interpretation? I want it to be as honest as I can. Do you think we can really be true in our living? Sometimes I think it's too hurtful to be honest so we all just tiptoe around. There is not one truth. all your world reflections on water so many stories so many years suding through me down, deep down like draining sand through the hourglass of my body framed by emptiness nothing to hold scattered through sky  49  June 12 Three people have called me Angela this week. What would you call me if you didn't know my name? Does my naming make me? How does our naming frame everytiting else? A parent from my old school wants to drop off a gift for me at the new school. He says it's a birthday present but it's not my birthday and I told him so. Curious. I'll keep you in the dark for as long as I can! Do you think the parent/teacher relationship changes significandy when the child is no longer in between? Over the years I've become friends with some of the parents of children in my classes. I notice that when the parents are friends with me the child is "beside" us, not between us. I think this image is important in deconstructing barriers between parents and teachers. The merging of roles also positively affects the child. Dissolving barriers is really about letting go of power and repositioning responsibility between parent and teacher. In our case, you and me, I diink my learning has increased because of the blurring of roles. Do you have to consciously distance yourself from students so you have time for yourself? Have you fallen in love with students before?  The last time You painted me With sable lips Tight back then Shivers rippled through June 13 P A P A Y A SUNSETS time lingers free for places unbound into the dawn fresh misty mornings or papaya sunsets for silver moons to uncover all savour lush mangoes push away vines into the deep sky of love 50  always with you time lingers free you feel me I know, sense I want you rest sweet wine strawberry sparlding dreams refresh and smooth furrows you carry alone not long soon we'll awake wrapped in darkness know the heart joined as one June 18 This is the charcoal on canvas I told you about. We've always talked about getting the research out to the public. Maybe this is the way. I wonder if it's a good thing to have explanations. Can the art really speak for itself? Maybe it's controlling to want to have my interpretation in the viewer's mind. This would be like me preventing the children in my class from exploring and discovering, always directing paths of learning. On the other hand, what if the audience needs guidance? This is so much like thmking about how to guide a child's learning through discovery and experience. When Savannah and Jade came home from school, they were excited about the drawing. Savannah asked why the woman was naked on the shadow. She was asking what the art meant. Yes, art should have meaning. The art should evoke. But what if the meaning is too sophisticated to evoke? What if the eyes seeing the image are too young or immature to understand? What if the eyes are not ready to receive what is evoked or the intended message? Is the loss of interpretation the fault of the artist in lack of clarity, choice of medium, or skill of evocation? Or is it the interpreter's lack? Will I reach more viewers through narrative text? Is that our common language? Will writing an epilogue for my dissertation be like defending suspect art? A m I being too controlling—too much of a directive teacher?  51  Open View, 2004, charcoal on canvas. 36" x 48" The piece is called "Open View." Our shadows change shape continuously according to who is viewing, the angle of view, and the direction of light. In order for us to grow in understanding ourselves, we must seek feedback from others as well as look at ourselves reflexively. When we step out to look at ourselves, the visible self (tree) is distorted, even to us, by intermittent visibility. We can try to look at ourselves with open, naked lenses, but we will not see the tree fully because we are sitting in the tree's shadow, always ingrained in our own history and culture—aspects of ourselves that powerfully shape our thinking. Even the shadow our (removed) body casts outside of the tree is distorted.  June 20 So you think that all I do is sit around writing to you? Ha! You do have a big head! Here's a day in the life of Jules:  52  O P E N Y O U R EYES open my eyes write to you rejoice in lather adorn my body present my skin drive to work feel the music prepare my class care for children invite their learning challenge their dreams meet their parents rest their hearts smile and dance waltz through halls feel such glow drive through traffic meetings and class open my mind smile to invite take with pleasure digest with urgency drive home full eat some food shower world off cuddle and kiss full grown children work the keyboard emails and work write to you return to bed skin calling dark feel his hands touch me deep imagine your hands touching my light spent and subsumed close my eyes a brief refrain feel your call pulling me out to start again There! So no, I don't sit around waiting for your emails. What's your name anyway  There you go again about me trying just to savour the moment and not to think so much about the future. I am in the moment! What are you talking about? Here's the irony: If I savour the moment, enjoy it as it is, will it be fleeting? Or do I catch the moment, articulate it, write it down, and "reflex" it? The latter could mean that I'm not savouring it as it is but only savouring the relived moment. See, I am thinking too much. This is like video-taping a child's performance. The act of taping detracts from enjoying the moment, all for the purpose of enjoying that moment again! This head work is like climbing mountains. I'm so exhausted at the end of the day! Why is depth of thought down, not up?  By the way, do you think that things got out of hand because we touched? Maybe touch is like articulating, writing text, capturing a moment in a different way. As I write the story, the story becomes me, I make truth. In touch, maybe I make the story real, subsumed by the unconscious creating a truth that I become trapped into believing. I can't see how I could have touched you if I was repelled. If I was unwilling to touch and did touch, isn't that even more a sign of care? Oh, my brain is going crazy! But you must know, when my class is driving me bananas, I consciously go and touch the children lovingly on their shoulders. I think it makes me feel different about them.  You said you didn't get part of one of the last poems. The best ones are the ones we uiink we understand or the ones we can read understanding into. What does that say about poetry? We're linking experiences and connecting the intersections of life, ideas and perspectives. But what if there are no experiences there to begin with— sort of like kindergarten children without readiness skills? I wonder about this. I think we can teach children to see, appreciate, and enjoy even when they don't have the background knowledge or readiness to see. If we can teach children how to see through appreciation and story, could we conceivably teach them how to feel? Can we teach how to love? I've read lots of writers talk about choosing happiness. If it's really a choice, to choose happiness, that is, then loving is a choice too. What does that mean to us? Can I choose not to love you at will?  54  a spark flares a moment to catch an inquisitive moth seeks to understand June 26 Lettersfor Chris—Layer Two: Foster Skills of Relationality  Here's some more writing you can reformat and rearrange and send to Chris:  Ardra Cole and J. Gary Knowles define arts-informed life history inquiry as "research that seeks to understand the complex relationships between individuals' lives and the contexts within which their lives are shaped and expressed . . . Research is guided by principles that place self, relationship, and artfulness central in the research process" (2001b, pp. 214-215). When we write to each other, we are using autobiography and life history as the text for reflection and analysis. In this way, relationality becomes both a private and public endeavour. We must foster our skills of relationality in ourselves (our living with our teaching), between our lives and our students, and within our students as well.  We need to practise developing awareness of feelings, thoughts and physical responses in order to deepen levels of personal growth. (Chodron, 1991; KabatZinn, 1994; Kozik-Rosabal, 2001; Lama Surya Das, 1997; Springgay, Irwin, Wilson Kind, 2005). We must "live a life of awareness, a life that permits openness around us, a life that permits openness to the complexity around us, a life that intentionally sets out to perceive things differendy" (Irwin, 2004, p. 33). Rita Irwin and the work of others describe this way of being immersed in knowledge creation and understanding through processes of committed living inquiry as a/r/t/ography. Carson and Sumara describe their notions of living practice as action research: The knowledge that is produced through action research is always knowledge about one's self and one's relations to particular communities. In this sense, action research practices are deeply hermeneutic and postmodern practices, for not only do they acknowledge the importance of self and collective interpretation, but they deeply understand that these interpretations are 55  always in a state of becoming and can never be fixed into predetermined and static categories. (1997, p. 33)  If we believe that learning takes place when students are able to connect the perceived with something they know and hence process the new information to new constructions of understanding, then it is very important that we cultivate the aspect of bridging the unrelated. Consider Ted Aoki's rumination: For myself, these voices do not blend in a closure; rather, they celebrate openness to openness—there is distinct resistance on their part to be brought to a closure. I liken these five voices not to a symphonic harmony of oneness, but, as in certain Bach fugues, to a polyphony of five lines in a tensionality of contrapuntal interplay, a tensionality of differences. (Berman, Hultgren, Lee, Rivkin & Roderick, 1991, p. xiii) Here's an example of how I see relationality working in my life. This example further ties in with Ted Aoki's words. Last week I was involved in a performance at a motivational convention. We were playing an African dmmming arrangement called Mystery of Love written by ManDido Morris. There were 200 people participating. The center group of people played a particular drum rhythm, the outer two groups played another pattern, and the four of us on stage each played a different pattern. So there were six patterns going on concurrendy in multiple time signatures. Now, if you imagine the music as traveling on a light path, then different time signatures would cross each other like intersecting lines. After a while of playing, I could pick up the other rhythms and the beats were truly mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. The polyphony of six time signatures created a unique tensionality within oneness. Also important here was my responsibility to maintain and hold my unique beat pattern. Through my performance, my contribution of juxtaposition, the Mystery of Love synergistically became more than six intersecting rhythms.  I consciously understood for the first time about creating synthetic ways of getting to the pure mood. I found some fascinating ideas in Otto Bollnow's work. He says "ceremonies and celebrations are not just minor matters; rather, they prove the Heideggerian thesis that the primary unlocking of the world is found fundamentally  56  only by way of pure moods" (1989a, p. 64). When in this place, one can wander with ease, leaving the heavy world behind. This place allows for unlimited learning and revelation. Bollnow writes: "a typical feature of festive celebration is extravagance and boisterousness. People feel themselves freed from and lifted above the limiting structures of everyday life" (p. 72). Well, the drumming experience was certainly a celebratory space. Translated to the classroom setting, this work encourages us as teachers to welcome diversity and tensionality in learning and to create for our students a place where they are released from the limits of daily life and feel free to explore. Bollnow explains: If wandering can make claim to great . . . pedagogical significance, then it is given this meaning through deep, far-reaching changes and rejuvenations of consciousness which the person experiences in wandering and which are similar in some ways to the experiences of festive celebrations, (p. 74) What Bollnow means here is that we must create environments of eros and safety for our students. In that context, children can be engaged in wandering and even wondering. Time for conceptual and artful wandering is minimal in many classrooms because the day is filled with knowledge transference. Here's another link—often when I read academic papers, the text is so tighdy constructed as "truth" that there is litde space for wandering. If there is no connection between the cognitively known and the new information, litde knowledge will be retained. This is the same situation in the classroom. Teaching must consider foundational understandings. Our lessons must have some openings and ambiguity to allow for contemplative and interactive sojourning. Giving the learner authority in assembling learning that makes sense will honour individuality, diversity, and difference in the educational setting.  In the pure mood, the mind feels clear. It is a sense of openness where the mind can freely make connections. The wonderful revelation is that for children who haven't experienced the Heideggerian pure mood, this space can be created. I also now realize I have done this before—made something to force creative cognition response. I'll show you my painting on "Wholeness" in the next letter. We must create ways for students to reach and recognize their pure moods to feel the desire, joys, moments of surprise, and revelations of learning so they can do it on their own. There is no  57  way to separate learning from living. We need to foster this understanding in children. We can teach how to think about learning through examples of our own living. We can help children reconnect school with home and mind with body. Developing these understandings will transform conceptions of what life-long learning is.  June 29 Next time, make up an excuse. Don't tell me that you delete me as soon as you've read me. take me high make me laugh take me low make me cry July 2 Simone de Beauvoir's (1908-1986) book, The Second Sex (1949/1953) is about how women are always defined as the other and not male. This notion puts women in subservient positions and always under authority. I've been thinking a lot about the aspect of authority in learning situations. I don't agree with Beauvoir completely. I like her other ideas on ambiguity. I try to live this way. She says that people are ethically free only if they assume ambiguity. I often feel so trapped in the given conditions of the world and she says that instead of fleeing, I need to assume. This is a radical idea—to not choose an alternate, but to take on all the alternates. This idea even transfers to us. When I feel overcome by the external weight of the world and how my life seems set, I ought to embrace you, keep you, assume you, while still holding my family. It's a very liberating notion actually. See The Ethics of Ambiguity (1949/1972) if you're interested.  Do you know what's interesting? Simone de Beauvoir's notion isn't completely foreign now that I think of it. There are some connections here to Daignault's (1992a, 1983) view of curriculum. Daignault argues that we must not privilege power between ideologies and doctrines but rather reside in the in-between space. Imagine this metaphor I just thought of: what if the two sides of a coin are the dichotomies in  58  question? Dwelling in the in-between is actually being the coin itself, becoming the "inside" of both, assuming head and tail, constructing wholeness—a fascinating idea!  I'm so excited about my learning! I'm in a place, a space band where I feel completely open. I really think this is why I can stretch my body in ways I never have been able to before (in dance class too)! I feel electric, vibrating, and freely seeking resonation with others in rhythm! Is this feeling being in love? I want to eat my books and you! Tell me what you wish for. I wish you were near. you're a poet a figment dream come so real write me real lover of mine dangle me forever July 3 Remember I said that the hip hop moves have such a different vocabulary than what I'm used to in Chinese dancing? We learned 3 sets o f 8 counts last week. I had to diink and count each one and they didn't roll through my body. I knew that this week they would be "in" me and they were! We practised to slower beats first, then tried it with a really fast beat. Even with a fast beat, I could dance without thinking (just the first 3 sets of 8)!  I felt high! I love the beat and letting go. The moves were part o f me and I could add some of myself to the moves. Why? Why does it take a week for the moves to go from my head to my toes? I didn't practice through the week. I didn't even remember the routine until we reviewed it. Why? D i d I pour a foundation last week? I struggled with the sequence last week. The new steps always feel awkward and headish. H o w much time does my head need to filter the moves into my body?  This reminds me of a song I play on the piano. I can play that song off by heart, but when I start to think, it doesn't come out. I relax, open my mind to the message I'm sending and my fingers find the right notes. T o open the mind is to think of nothing,  59  a b l a n k n e s s , n o t e v e n a f i l l e d w h i t e s p a c e , b u t a c l e a r n e s s . W h a t is this o p e n n e s s , t h e v o i d t h a t is s o i m p o r t a n t t o a l l w e d o ? D o o u r b o d i e s h a v e m e m o r y w i t h o u t  head?  I f t h e h e a d is n o t g u i d i n g , w h a t is d k e c t i n g o u r b o d y a c t i o n s ? H o w d o I d a n c e i n t h e s e c o n d w e e k k n o w i n g all the m o v e s i n m y b o d y that m y h e a d h a d to t h i n k t h r o u g h t h e w e e k b e f o r e ? W h a t a b o u t t h e b o d y r e a c t i o n s I h a v e w i t h y o u ? W h a t is d i r e c t i n g that? D o e s m y b o d y r e m e m b e r y o u ?  July 4 I w i l l say i t b a c k t o y o u . I t o o , a m i n l o v e w i t h w h o y o u a r e a n d w h o y o u w i l l b e a n d w h o y o u w e r e . T h a n k y o u f o r p u s h i n g m e . T h e p a p e r is m u c h b e t t e r n o w . I h a d t h e b e s t sleep p o s s i b l e . I a m r e f r e s h e d n o w . I h a d a b u b b l e b a t h i n the d a r k w i t h the girls l a s t n i g h t . I f e e l s o a w a k e . I've a l w a y s b e e n o b s e r v a n t b u t it's d i f f e r e n t n o w . T h i n g s s e e m s u r r e a l a l m o s t , as i f c o l o u r is m o r e v i b r a n t o r t h e w o r l d is i n s l o w m o t i o n b u t clear.  you  fluster m e  m a k e m e silly giddy w i t h pleasure g i d d y w i t h ideas g i d d y w i t h possibilities giddy with becoming  How  w i l l I w r i t e as a u t h o r w h e n a l l I a m is y o u ?  C R A Z Y you  F O O L  drive m e crazy, m a k e m y h e a d spin  m a k e m y t h o u g h t s fly, s t e a m i n g t u r m o i l s p r e a d m e t h i n , p u l l m e i n , lift m e u p , c r u s h m e i n p i e c e s w e t m e d r i p p i n g , g e t lost! w a n t y o u , t e n t h o u s a n d  times  s p r e a d m e w i t h w o r d s , lick m e delicious, leave m e sticky u n c o m f o r t a b l y tight, n e e d t o b e w a s h e d , w a s h m e  over  round and round, tumbling in m y head have well being — with you, without y o u n o insecurity, n o n e e d for clarity teach m e w h o y o u are, w h o i a m w h e r e are w e  going?  tell m e a n o t h e r story love m e to k n o w i n g  60  July 9 D A N C E WITH M E take my hand hold me tight walk with me out to the lonely scratched parquet where history watched others make love together we'll sway just one rhythm and gendy infuse like bakers folding sunny golden yolks stiff white peaks keeping the air harmony plays on the ball reflects brilliant kaleidoscopic changes joyful shimmering sadness poignant glittering greatness convoluted ironic paradoxes of impossible possibilities weaving our dreams making butterflies rise and silendy soar through and between to our precious one and only never ending song of words July 11 I only write what comes out words spill over echoing songs refrains of mine pure and now take to hold as you wish  61  I am strong unknown until today I realize this known before asked power beyond imagination power to change existing set paradigms people's responses tell loud and clear no boundaries hold walking on water finding my place painting my life finding my work framing my life remventing myself through text through you Is the excitement of learning the not knowing?  6  South Summer Roar  Men call me chaste; they do not know the hypocrite I am. They consider purity of the flesh a virtue, though virtue belongs not to the body but to the soul. I can win praise in the eyes of men but deserve none before God, who searches our hearts and loins and sees in our darkness. Betty Radice (Trans., 1974), The Letters of Abelard and Heloise, p. 133  July 13 I'm fighting the insecurities today. Tell me what great diing I have to do with my life. I feel the pressure. It's all around me, closing in and I don't know what I'm supposed to carry out. I've heard you so clearly: to be true to myself, to stand for the principles I believe in, to strive to be congruent in what I do. I can't do this. What use is the power and the glow? How can I share the glow if I don't know what it's for? How much can I sacrifice for learning? Will I put my own children on the stone slab, baby lambs for my learning? Jade came into the office today. She says I never do anything for her. She says I don't love her. What can I do that will redeem my sacrifice?  deepest 3 words need you so  63  all I do all I am into your arms escape from here  July 15 You say there are always consequences. Do you think there will be consequences for my iteration, for my openness, for wanting to know?  I notice your voice in the text is different as time passes. You have reinvented yourself as well. Do you really believe this stuff about writing oneself real? Do we become what we write, create ourselves? If this is true, then we very well could have written ourselves into love when we feel nothing physically. We might not even have anything to say to one another in person. Isn't that a thought! I vaguely remember thinking before that having nothing to say was a good thing—a fully open relationship.  What if what I feel for you continues to grow and I only want to be with you? I'm not going to throw my family away, so how do we limit love? Can we? Do you think we can love each other as long as we have no physical contact and that makes our relationship ok? Is it ok to be so completely in love with someone else as long as there's no skin touching? Somehow this doesn't seem right either.  July 18 Quit ranting! My tirade is perfectly sound and that's scaring me and you too! We both are hopeless romantics. We'll read love into whatever text we read. We're writing love and writing ourselves real. Maybe I'm confused about us. I don't feel stable, trying to think, taking tilings too seriously as you say, feeling antagonistic to you, why? Will I change how I feel by writing a dumb love poem? See how I'm starting to feel like a pawn of my own writing? My writing is subverting my conceptions. I don't want to be in control. I have no stability. Why do you make me feel that I can just say the word and you can contain/extend what you feel for me?  64  M a y b e I ' m d r a w n to extremes. I w a n t y o u to w a n t m e i n a w a y y o u can't just t u r n o n a n d off.  I ' m u n c o m f o r t a b l e w i t h w h a t y o u said, that y o u w a n t the best g o o d f o r m e , e v e n i f t h a t d e n i e s y o u r o w n d e s i r e s . T h a t s o u n d s l i k e s o m e t h i n g a t e a c h e r w o u l d say. H o w c a n y o u h a v e s o m u c h c o n t r o l ? S o f a l l i n g i n l o v e is c o n t r o l l e d ? Is l e a r n i n g c o n t r o l l e d that w a y too?  O k , focus. M a y b e I s h o u l d o n l y talk to y o u a b o u t research. K e e p things simple. S o for the  dissertation I w i l l w r i t e a fictional m e m o i r o f sorts.  I'll u s e  some  of  our  c o n v e r s a t i o n s a n d m e r g e o t h e r c o n v e r s a t i o n s i n . W h a t d o y o u t h i n k o f t h a t ? I'll w r i t e a b o u t m y process, m y thoughts raw, real, a n d e m b e l l i s h e d . I c o u l d d e m o n s t r a t e the multi-layered d i m e n s i o n s o f researcher presence b y w r i t i n g a b o u t the process w i t h i n t h e p r o c e s s a n d y e t a l s o w i t h a n o u t s i d e p e r s p e c t i v e . A f t e r m y d i s s e r t a t i o n letters a r e published  a n d the  book  hits  the  best  sellers'  list, w e ' l l w r i t e  the  uncut version  t o g e t h e r f o r m y p o s t d o c w i t h a l l y o u r s t e a m y letters i n t e r s p e r s e d w i t h m i n e a n d w e ' l l b e catapulted to f a m e a n d fortune! Y o u ' l l never h a v e to w o r r y a b o u t retirement again a n d y o u c a n fly o u t t o t a l k t o m e o n a w h i m , w h e r e v e r I'll b e , a b o u t s o m e  litde  i n c o n s e q u e n t i a l i s s u e . W e ' l l still b o t h b e w i t h o u r r e s p e c t i v e p a r t n e r s a n d t h e m y s t e r y o f us w i l l cause s u c h a s e n s a t i o n that o u r b o o k s w i l l k e e p selling! E v e r y o n e w i l l ask i f w e ' r e h a v i n g a n a f f a i r a n d w e ' l l j u s t say w e l o v e e a c h o t h e r a n d t h a t w i l l a m b i g u o u s l y e x p l a i n i t all! L i k e that? I'll h a v e a h o u s e o n t h e w a t e r a n d w h e n I l o o k o u t , I'll f e e l y o u n o m a t t e r w h e r e y o u are. Is t h a t l o v e — w h e n y o u d o n ' t n e e d t o p h y s i c a l l y b e t o u c h i n g ? Y o u r S p a n i s h villa w i l l b e b u z z i n g w i t h p e o p l e d o i n g all sorts o f w o r k f o r y o u s o t h a t w h e n I v i s i t , w e ' l l j u s t stay i n b e d c u d d l i n g i n  house  "wholesome"  w a y s (unless y o u feel u p to o t h e r tilings) a n d w r i t i n g o u r d r e a m s real. R i g h t , I haven't y e t d e c i d e d w h e r e C l a r e w i l l b e w h i l e a l l t h i s is h a p p e n i n g , n o r m y f a m i l y ! W e ' l l w r i t e w o r d s a n d w o r d s , spilling f r o m o u r l o v e a n d the w o r l d will b e c o m e a better place. H o w ' s that? D o y o u like h o w I c a n h a v e a c o n v e r s a t i o n all b y m y s e l f ?  I'll o n l y let y o u l i v e m y d r e a m i f y o u t e l l t h e t r u t h , q u i t s k i r t i n g a r o u n d ( o r is t h a t t h e ferniriine side o f you?).  65  What are you saying? How can I let events unfold as they will if sometime down the road our relationship unravels my marriage? I suppose we can't control life that much. I'm trying to understand how we're both teachers and we deal with control in such opposite ways.  Are you resting and eating well? I had lotus roots at dinner tonight. I love lotus roots! They look like fat yams. I boil them and slice them cross-wise like a cucumber. They are so, so beautiful to look at. They have some kind of stringy silk that holds onto the knife when I'm cutting. The cross-sections have patterned holes in them and they're gorgeous to look at. I also like the turnipy crunchy texture. Try some. I think they are my favourite thing to eat!  The poems you're writing are heart stopping. I feel twisted. I don't know how to respond. Thank you.  July 19 I must think about where my family fits into my life. I'm so busy with writing and coursework. Life feels so strangely surreal these days. I just ate kiwis and peaches— so succulent and bursting with secrets to tell my mouth. Feel crazy writing this.  Here's my version: in my other life with you I'm with you day and night and you don't find me too tiresome. I can concentrate on my work and am not distracted by our love. We work together separately and together in the same room all day and when I'm tired, I go to sleep and in the morning, I wake up with you next to me and all my work is laid out and sparkling with new freshness. Oh, is this like the Grimm Brothers' stories of the Shoemaker's Hives and RMmplestiltskin (Ashliman, 2005)? Yes, I'm in my fairytale land again! We eat all the healthy things that taste so natural and good and then we go hiking in beautiful places where there is no time. We can smell the land and we can sweat together and feel no hesitation to laugh aloud, hold hands or entwine our gHstening bodies on the soft lush grass and dream of stories from the clouds. Somehow I can turn on beautiful Tibetan music while we're on the hillside  66  and we can run like Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music, light and carefree across the openness. You sit with your knees up to your chest on a hill and watch me with loving eyes as I smile at you, dancing a Tibetan dance in full costume, the extra long material sleeves like swkling ribbons, free, fluid and lucid, perfect spirals in the outdoor air, in a dance I know that comes from the heart. The wind is on my cheeks. I feel it in my hair but it does not affect the circles of ribbon sleeves in the air. After, you tenderly disrobe me of the many, many layers of the Tibetan costume and hold me against you and I'm not cold, only free. This is my other life.  July 20 You're right. I shouldn't say that the sensual stuff we write is filth. That's my history coming out. I am always surprised that when I'm talking about learning in the head I'm really talking about learning through the body. Actually I was talking about your foul mouth, not the poems you write that make me uncomfortable because they are so direct, raw, unmasked, and honest.  Neilsen (1998) says we should talk about the unsaid instead of methodizing it all, like not showing the kitchen, only presenting the meal. I completely agree. This is why the public gets so disappointed in teachers. They always only see the meal. Neilsen says "we have too long hidden behind the mask of researcher and the products we market. Not enough has been written about our motives, our location, our vested personal and political interests" (p. 10). Neilsen suggests a "Levinasian" notion implying that the researcher aiming to change the world in small ways has a responsibility to present an authentic presence (see Levinas, 1991).  You ask me about my purpose and audience, my reason for choosing to write an epistolary novel. What is my focus and how will I advance knowledge in a particular area? Good questions. My letters will be about the relational learning process, articulating the spaces between being an artist, researcher, and teacher, raising the connections between the processes of making art and the processes of developing artful qualitative inquiry, and focusing on the mundane raised to story level so others can enter the conversation. My greater purpose of course is to transgress the  67  communication barriers between writers and readers, between theory and practice, between researcher and teacher and public; and highlight the implications of how framing constrains us in ways we do not acknowledge. I want my audience to be teachers, researchers, and the public. I plan to write about why I chose the epistolary genre in the procatalepsis of the book. I already have all that research on Samuel Richardson's 1740 epistolary novel.  July 21 Good morning dearest Professor. The letters are just a vehicle to discuss the system models in a more heartfelt way. The organizational models which frame and delimit, and the stories of being a teacher are important to share. Through the letters, the audience will get a glimpse at how inextricably influential place, and teaching philosophies, identity, and the personal lives of teachers structure and construct pedagogy. I imagine that most parents diink that their child is being taught by a human blank slate which has been filled with the "teacher norm." Sad to admit, but I wonder if that's the kind of teacher I want for my own children? I don't want a teacher with weaknesses. I would prefer a "run of the mill" average, level-headed teacher guiding my children over an opinionated, passionate teacher who has inadequacies and "holes." What's wrong with me? I'm so constrained by the "norm." You know, this pervasively affects our approaches to teacher education programs.  No matter what the system is, or what the curriculum is, the teacher's make-up will influence learning. Wright, Horn, and Sanders (1997) concluded from their research involving 60 000 students that the most important factor affecting student learning is the teacher. Classroom management also influences student achievement and R. Marzano, J. Marzano, and Pickering (2003) contend that the  teacher-student  relationship supersedes all other factors regarding successful classroom management. The way the teacher understands herself and develops her style will affect the classroom heart and the key to learning is not through the head, but through the eyes/body to the heart. So if I'm looking for a good teacher for my children, I should be searching for someone who is good at making relational connections.  68  And you're right. If I'm conceptualizing the work for multiple audiences I need to consider a form that works for those audiences. Fmding and articulating the spaces between dichotomies will integrate the separate to form a new canvas, perhaps a map of sorts. Hopefully, with a new map, we can start to make some changes. We can't make the changes without understanding our location and without roads out. still dark here blue skies rise unraveling the east July 22 I saw the movie  Spiderman II  (Raimi, 2005) at the Ridge. Spiderman struggles deeply  to choose the right thing, sacrificing the one he loves—painful to watch. The children thought it was strange that I was crying at a movie like Spiderman. Do people get divorced because the real doesn't measure up to the archetype? What if the archetype is flawed in its creation? (What we think is ideal is not really ideal. The ideal in the heart is the real day to day and the ideal in the head is what we imagine as archetypically created from cultural and social constructions.) I'm starting to strain my brain here.  After school, a colleague came to visit as I was cleaning up my classroom. He knows I'm writing an epistolary novel. He's a film buff. He can give me the tide of a movie if I provide a character's name or setting. He came to remind me that in fairytales, in order to break the spell of the heroine in love with her archetype, she must kiss or see the archetype in a personal context. I just smiled but my head was spmning. A m I writing our story along a preconceived plot line? We haven't kissed and I haven't seen you in your living context. Do you see how eerie this is? I didn't even know I was writing a fairytale on a "well-trodden path." Do you think we can ever be truly outside of the box?  July 23 YOU I FEEL silky wetness cries lost unseeing eyes your lips, breath 69  upon my heat raising me up my body hears only one call I need to reframe us so I can cope with the way I miss you and want you now. Dear Red, be strong because I cannot be. Misread me. Shut me out. Turn your back so I can live.  July 23 Yes, I know this will all work out with time. I need to live in smooth, gende, fluid ways and things will find their way. Is this what living poetically means? Maybe this lyrical living comes with age. Or more likely, it's more about groundedness. Kahlil Gibran advises, "The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed. The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of coundess petals" (1962, p. 55). I like this part about the unfolding lotus petals. It's so soft and gende—a fluid poetic way of Hving. I read this, understand this, but don't know how to feel it in my living. Maybe I was already telling myself these words when I made the mosaic Georgia's Diaspora.  So you think we should keep the two mtimacies apart? How can we separate heart and head when my dissertation is about joining the two? You know I live my research! I know you're overwhelmed with work. Then again, do you know any academics who are balanced and relaxed? Is that part of my need to be with you—to heal you? I feel like I'm the only one who can and I'm so far away. I feel as though I have the power to take care of things for you, not that I even know what needs to be taken care of. I don't understand it, but I feel that if I were with you, I could make your life easier. Why are you doing so much on your sabbatical? Too bad all those deadlines are at the same time. I want to do everything for you. Maybe my problem is my way of thinking. I feel so responsible even for my committee members here, imagining that I can do sometiiing that would prevent them from getting sick. So many faculty I work with here are ill. I know it's from working too hard.  You worry about me losing my way with my family and you've made a strong stand on what you're going to do. It's manipulative, don't you think? I've asked you to help 70  me frame our relationship in a way I understand. You've vowed "with solemnity and reverence and hope" (oh, you melt me) to take the hard line and restrain yourself. Now I'll struggle with wondering if you love me or if you're being altruistic. Can you really control desire, passion, and love to that extent? In class, can you control how much you feel for and from your students? Do you like all your students? What happens when we don't like our students? No one talks about this. Teachers are just expected to like everyone.  I thought that you didn't want to tell me I was going too far with my feelings for you because you wanted to maintain our working relationship. I see the conundrum here. If you told me my advances were unwanted, then you would injure our working relationship. How would you deal with this if you really did not feel anything for a student infatuated with you? Would you keep telling the student about your wonderful partner and how much you are in love? Does that deter another's love for you? Have you ever thought that you may be loved because the way you love your partner is attractive, attracting, and desirous to others? You know, I think that's true.  July 24 Tibetan costumes are wonderfully colourful and the dancing is so very ethereal. I wish I could dance for you. Through dance, the unseen is translated into movement. This reiterates Lorri Neilsen's suggestion that "making the invisible processes visible is an act of responsible scholarship" (1998, p. 10). I agree. I've said this before, we really should talk more about our learning journeys and articulate the body's knowing in alternate ways. This iteration will help us not only personally, but will also lay pathways as stepping stones for others. Neilsen proposes that "inquiry is praxis that cannot be boxed up and delivered; it is a story with no ending" (p. 8). She's giving us advice. Our relationship is a story. Our learning together is dialectic praxis. There is always motion, construction, and reconfiguration. This is so important for the classroom teacher—the unendedness and messiness  of dialectic knowledge  construction is an idea we must embrace, as difficult as it is. I want to prove that "the flesh of story embraces, disturbs, and connects more strongly than disembodied neutralized text" (p. 10).  71  fly to the sky freedom in you all will unfold  July 25 Ok, I will do my work and you're going to be a part of it. Don't make me fight you. I want you to love me without dunking about what's best for me. You said you'll take the stand, be altruistic, take the heat. I see your heart and understand your wisdom without words but it doesn't feel right. I know our intellectual mtimacy will unfold as it may with time and my own overpowering need to see and be with you could just be another physiological thing we don't understand. I feel frustrated that I need you so. I know you'll be strong about this. You keep saying you don't want to be instrumental in ruining my family. What is the hard line you're going to take? It's going to hurt me isn't it?  July 26 Thanks for your long letter. I know that you love me. I also feel that connection that can't be explained. You don't believe the power of words? We're romantics. We are writing love everyday, several times a day. How can we not fall into love? You asked once why you didn't meet me a long time ago. Sometimes I wish we had. We could have had something very special, but we wouldn't be who we are today. I don't want to live with "if only's" or regrets. We still have amazing lives, even apart. three words describe fragments of lives lived without remorse Yes, thank you Red. Never remorse. "He closed his eyes, and one by one, plucked the petals off that delicate compass rose, the rose round which navigators glide and sailors whisper. Round which even dolphins hold their breath. West, North, East, the cardinal petals fell" (Hodgson, 2001, p. 6). You and I are together, not held apart by geography; but entwined in the magical love of words.  72  I can hear you thinking about me out of my mind bathe in my heart You ask why I'm using visuals in rendering my research. When a picture is seen, the whole is seen. We catch a flavour, a theme, a feeling and a tone. When we read a book, we can only enter sequentially, physically opening the book starting from the begmning, reading from the top left, following the order of language. A visual rendering has air, rumination. The audience connects the image with whatever is personal and goes from there. The audience is looking for patterns or points of recognition which stir something in them. Isn't this the way you have taught me to research? You want me to write memories and stories as data, then look for patterns. The art that speaks evokes conscious or unconscious recognition of patterns or experiences. I drink the key to enabling art to become provocative is to provide a bigger "tapestry map" which allows the viewer to situate the single thread they are seeing. The audience may need scaffolding. In books, the scaffolding support comes from previous knowledge. Perhaps with the arts we need to establish some common but open language which describes cross connections between the arts and research. Many cannot understand the jargon and language of other discourses so it makes sense that many might not be able to appreciate dance or art as a form of research rendering. The languages for speaking, describing, and theorizing the arts in research must be developed so that this way of knowing can be shared with larger audiences. Without explication, artful research will remain insular, cycling in repeating patterns, in the sometimes erroneous trappings mtrinsic to internal interbreeding.  Art can cross discourses because of ambiguity. Visuals inherendy provide a framework for discussion. I do not expect the same answers to questions from all. I just want to provide a big picture vision, meaning that the bigger picture is a woven tapestry made of many threads. One single perspective is but one thread. When art is viewed, the single thread seen is always supported by other visible threads. For instance, I really noticed the sky today. The sky was the same colour for thousands of meters all around. So why did I think it was so beautiful? How is a monotone  73  beautiful? Is it because it means so much, so many things to me? The sky conjures memories of languid beaches with family, of frolicking giggles of the girls, of an old home we used to have, of recess days as a child, of coundess memories, all from one plain sky. Is this art? Unlike the word, which is more specific, art travels across borders and cannot be bound, the image opens a universal language; it is a sign with multiple signifiers. When we see pictures, we cannot capture the explicit line, each detail. We can see and make close observations; we may even imitate, but our creations will not be exactly the same, the way we can copy words from texts. This inability to recreate an original in an original sense is what brings newness in artful practice and research.  I liked our phone conversation. I think it's the cadence in your voice, or maybe the timbre. You move my body in ways I cannot explain.  July 27 You guide my body to lands unknown and spaces dark and unrevealed hear your voice resonate in pulse sunset to sunrise sunrise to sunset east to west through each breath breathe in me come, go with me  Help me find place with you. Why are you so far and why are we so trapped in stories already written?  July 27 thinking of you across the miles to reach home the moon stands  74  tall, unfolding slowly stretching to see the limbless bounds I need to explore other possibilities for life's narrative plotlines. I think many of us have been caught up into living a life that is someone else's life, the American dream—the yellow brick road paved by others that promise keys to our happiness. We are disheartened when we get there because the story was someone else's story, not ours. I am on that road too, feeling the entrapment of it, and not just intellectually.  You're right, I need to listen to my voice, my voice that holds my spirit, my energy, all that is me, and must not feel locked into being one person, on one storyline. Does that mean my love for Luke isn't real and I'm still trying to live the ideal family story? The power of words and stories of cultural expectations are just so overwhelming!  July 28 Thank you so much for the Lacan books on love and desire. I can't wait to open them completely! What a lovely surprise!  This morning, when I was drying my hair, I had a vision of you giving me a gift in a long fiat box. (Do you think I have supernatural powers?) It was a very clear image of us in another time period, perhaps a century ago. It was deeper and longer than a deja vu. I felt my surroundings. I saw the diffusion of light in that time period. It wasn't the clear light that comes through the skylights of my bathroom. This was perhaps the first time I've thought that we've been together before in another time and you know me, it's so unlike me to believe in that kind of stuff. When I lifted the box lid, it was a beautiful, ornate dress—long, cream, the kind women used to wear with corsets to fancy occasions. I held it against me in glee; your blue eyes were twmkling. I went behind a screen and put it on. It fit perfecdy—the way I fit you. You made me beautiful. Just when I put the hairdryer down, the doorbell rang. I went downstairs and the mail carrier gave me a package from you.  75  The books mean so much as well as the images you give me. Thank you. 3 words can't suggest the way my body hears  J u l y 28  I thought about you in my bath last night. I fell asleep again in the water. I dreamed that I was in you, you were the water. I want the warmth again. The cold world is all around. I try to submerge every part of me. Sleep in you.  You're right; I am playing with you when I pretend I understand how we are connected, what my location is to you. overt to flirt tease to reveal don't know much of anything real July 29 Thanks for the committee conference call today. You know I express to learn and type to synthesize. Right now, my dilemma is about getting trapped in one thread of interpretation that isn't Jared's intention at all. How can I record verbal conversations in a voice that leaves open all the other roads so that when I come back, I can see the other paths? Derrida (1967) calls these changes in the rereading differance. I can expect to reread with a slighdy different understanding each time I revisit the words but can I revisit and read a new meaning if I've already written a path of interpretation? In my interpretation, I may have already gone off the main track! What if I am completely far from the main road (whatever that was) in the first place? I understand this is a problem with researchers recording meanings of events (or what they think are such) rather than what is observed. How can I record meaning in ambiguous ways as you have suggested? Even the observation itself is swayed by oudook. My way is always direct, analytical, goal focused. I want to learn. Explain please.  76  What do you think of this quote: "Every text one writes is autobiographical: anything else would be plagiarism" (Boal, 2001, xi)? I think it's interesting because myths are so strongly ingrained in our histories that we don't even know what our own stories are. Does it matter if my work is autobiographical or plagiarized from someone else's story? As a teacher, don't I want as many stories as possible in order to connect with as many as I can?  I want my dissertation to teach that we can take this life and live it the way we plan, choose the outiook we want, make ourselves happy, and see the beauty that's all around that so many glaze over. I want my work to make people happy, feel the joy and astonishment in simplicity in all that is laid out and offered to us so widely and freely. The Tin Man from The Wizard of 0% says, "Once I had brains, and a heart also; so, having tried them both, I should much rather have a heart . . . for brains do not make one happy" (Baum, 1991, p. 33). I want the heart, the story of love to bind all the other important parts of this narrative. I want to share learning immersed in love and how different words become when they're swimming in watery love. I want the reader to be enticed into the relationship so that the heart opens for pedagogy to enter. I want love to hold the words. I need to teach in love and write in love if my words are to have any transformative power. I need to work in a space that includes both head and heart, space that is not set. How do I frame a space I do not want a boundary for?  How do I balance my writing with both head and heart? Do I try to write intentionally or let the writing unfold as it may? Will the pedagogical get lost in the romance? Will the romance cause the work to be viewed as fluff? How do I change the  frameworks of research  evaluation to accommodate research of the  unfathomable heart when historically the frameworks for valid research have been in the sciences where there has been direct intention to disassociate head and heart? Do I rewrite the way research is viewed through the work as well? My task is daunting!  I must be off now. The girls need a bath.  77  July 30 You A R E getting old! Ha! I'll just tell you all kinds of tilings you've promised me! Insert myself into you at will! Ha, ha! My sweet dream! You have my heart and I don't even care! Don't even know why I'm so moved by your words, "I've forgotten, help me." I see now. I am just your rescuer, nothing more. I see and understand us now. I am in your life to get those rusty old parts going so strong that you'll realize how beautiful it is to be loved fully, accepting head, heart, and body by the one who loves you, the one who's close, kving with you, sleeping beside you, eating with you, doing all with you, everyday. You will reinvent your story with Clare and my mission will have been accomplished. What of our love?  We have met at the wrong time, in the wrong space for ourselves. We try to grasp at the fragments of love and remembrance that we were once lovers joined in the sky, bonded by the moon and the stars more tighdy than the word love and all poetry can express. We cannot be. How can we run away, start afresh, make a new life together? How can I go to sleep and awake with you everyday until your heart is well? How can you fill all the void I am searching for that I don't know I have? Where can we go, how to begin to fill? We cannot. This is not the time or place, no matter how hard we try to find space. We only live through, endure and celebrate the beautiful shards of reflections from our past love that we're able to catch—the prismic light glimmering and yet cutting because we know it cannot be. Oh I miss you already, my sweet, sweet love. How can I express? How can I change this fate? How do I make you well and know you are not for me? My heart weeps for the future that cannot unfold—the understanding that we have no preconceptions of our future because we cannot.  Just hold me hard in every way, make my body remember and go on your way. The three meaningless words I've dared not utter for their casualness must be used now for I have no other means to express—I love you.  yours now and on  78  Belamcanda chinensis  Earth Yi (self-locating) i n sweet h u m s  a f t e r n o o n  f r a g r a n t  poise  h a r v e s t  i n d i a n  s u m m e r  as y e l l o w - o c h e r  q u a v e r s  80  7 in Afternoon Poise  Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, Of glory in the flower We will grieve not, but rather find Strength in what remains behind William Wordsworth, 1806, Verse X  August 1 You asked about my fascination with line drawings of flowers. I've enjoyed doing these for as long as I can remember. I like the simplicity and complexity, and the double names flowers have. I like that "Wood Lily" means the same thing as "Lilium Philadelphicum." I'm not sure why. Maybe it's a bit like knowing that sophisticated theories are plainly observable to everyone or that beauty is about purity and both complexity and simplicity. I've had almost all my students copy line drawings of flowers with pen—even Grade 2 students, and they are always successful. With pen there are no mistakes, no erasures and somehow, the image always materializes. It seems like a very natural art lesson, not in drawing, but in becoming. As the image 81  becomes visible, some sense of self becomes visible for some reason. I find the process therapeutic myself. With ink, I'm in a white space when I'm drawing.  The contradiction between the simplicity and complexity of line drawings can be paralleled in flowers and relationships. There is such a fleeting sense of life—the purity of the blossom, connected with the convoluted complexity of life in time. I'm reminded of Wordsworth—that glory cannot last, only be savoured in that particular moment and remembered. Mitchell Thomashow (1995) writes about the moment being temporary yet mfinite and that the deepest significance is the moment's ephemerality. In flowers, there's a continuum which has an invisible peak so I am reminded not to wait for it nor feel regret for missing the peak but to find joy in the moment of growth. I experience and expect the ending with a rich calmness knowing that I will gain a collected concentrate of sorts or a kind of sweet essence from that experience. I cannot hold the experience, only let it run through me like the intoxication of a flower's scent. Forgive me—it's easy to write about this now as I'm filled with the scents of the flowers you sent. Thank you.  Our story, yours and mine, is about capturing the moments and knowing that none of the pleasures can be held the way I always want to hold you—the way I want you to belong to me. This sense of wanting to hold onto or capture is really a consumerist perspective that I'm struggling against. I'm talking about a way that I want to be in the world, a way I want my children and students to see. It's the sense that when somediing beautiful is discovered, it's to be shared, not horded. Why are we compelled to do in relationships what we do with property—to draw close, hold tight, sign a deed, claim ownership, consummate or brand our territory. Raping the land is such a good phrase to describe the way we prostitute our world, fast-tracking for instant gratification. Red, how do I stop being who I am? How do I change my identity? The drawing in and holding tight prevents the wonder of looking at the land from a distance. Do you know what I mean? I want to watch you, pretend I'm a fly and see you as you live, listen to you speaking to others, hear your thmking unfolding. I miss you. It's so late again. I'm staying up way too late to write but I want to talk about the beautiful word "grace."  82  Charlene Spretnak (1991) talks about reclaiming wellbeing through grace, through the recovery of meaning. It's more than saying a few words of thanks before a meal. To her, living a life of grace means being attentive to the world in order to be thankful for inconsequential moments. So attention to the insignificant makes  the  insignificant significant and through that practice, we recover the meanings of living. I really like that. I want children to become conscious of their significance and how their bodies are intricately embedded in a relational web. Spratnek says the natural world evokes celebration and joy. I couldn't agree with her more. Ever notice how much children love the outdoors? Whenever I have classes do these line drawings we also talk about these four questions which are the foundations of reflective environmental practice (Thomashow, 1995, p. 205): •  Where do tilings come from?  • What do I know about the place where I live? •  How am I connected to the Earth?  • What is my purpose and responsibility as a human being? These are the same questions teachers can ask of their own practice. I honestly believe this one drawing and discussion lesson changes the atmosphere of my class. There is so much power in the synergy of the simple single line—the same line that forms words and connects us and hold us together and also so simply, yet complexly shows the flowering of the naturality of living through time. I want to teach this letting-go-ness but even I want to hold the fullness of beauty. I want to hold you close.  August 4 I've thought a long time and I'm still mad at Jared. I know students aren't supposed to be mad at their teachers. Well he doesn't know I'm mad and he'll never find out. If I had guts I would give this poem to him but I won't. A student should always be respectful. You would probably side with him. I don't care. I'll be mad at you too!  83  T O U C H I N G IN T H E T R A N S A C T I O N A L DIVIDE: D E V E L O P I N G WISDOM T H R O U G H M Y B O D Y Jared, can we locate ourselves with words or do we need a new language of response? I'm not happy with you today. I don't want to talk to you anymore unless we come to some compromised understanding (Ha, really! And as you're not going to see this poem, I will just end up surrendering to you.) You'll always have the power. Don't bother telling me I'm tragic—I know I am.  Our depth is the thickness of our body, our all touching itself. Where top and bottom, inside and outside, in front and behind, above and below are not separated, remote, out of touch. Our all mtermingled. Without breaks or gaps. (Irigaray, 1985, p. 213)  The self does not exist in isolation. (Griffin, 1995, p. 50)  I write poetry as a way of researching autobiography with attention to postmodern perspectives that promote language as constitutive; the subject as a constructed matrix of identities, always in process; the interconnections between truth and fiction; discourse as personal and political; understanding and knowledge as fragmented and partial; critique and interrogation as committed to resisting closure; and, all texts as intertextually connected. (Leggo, 2004, p. 125)  Conversation, communication and communion Is that enough? Are words enough? Can conversation across distance make a difference? Can sharing without touching connect us? Can intellectual mtimacy hold? How do we find our location? In relation? Where am I? Where I stand? I cannot find location without my body I cannot understand without feeling I cannot move my location without my body unless my heart is moved I cannot learn in my head 1  84  "Email impinges on our lives" I will send no more "allows communication" What good is communication if not received? "creates connections" Superficial or deep? "is mtimate communication" Feigned connections, misread transactions "bridges great distances" punctuating distance These words I hear you say, in person, in body I reject: anger me, hurt me Email belies mtimacy squashes me down mashed with no exoskeleton to resist into the dark cracks between the words the translation area, the vicinity of interpretation the space between the words you write and my reception, reader's response the space between my words and your response the space between our meanings the great divide between, a gulf called the transaction a trade, a barter where we both partake in creating understanding A m I negotiating? Am I haggling? What do you mean with your words? Why do you use words that pretend you're close? I am trapped in the valley, the literal meaning of words Suspended in the chasm of transaction Not only in the drowning waters of interpretation between us between the written text and reader but also between my work and the plural public world where Hannah Arendt suggests we visit the perspectives of the collective by listening to others in efforts to become wiser Must I not expect or seek response for my writing? Must I just continue to expose and express in a silent collaboration to you, my peers, to society, the contemporary world? Pouring my soul into the culturally mute cacophonous abyss? Is this transaction site between text and reader the same as the dark unarticulated "public sphere" 3  85  the ambiguous, uncontrolled constituted makeup of our world created collaboratively by cultural, social, and emotional views? Knowledge, wisdom, spectators and actors? The place where we all pour out our hearts not letting the colours mix, not responding to each other silendy communing, alone? 4  Where is the forum for my expression, my writing? Who notes reception for the collective? Who are the gatekeepers? Who knows of the contributions? Who is Hstening? Who will read? Who cares and understands? It is not you. I understand. You did not "agree to listen and to respond" Who in mass society has agreed to listen and respond? What is the language of response? Paulo Freire in Pedagogy of the Heart says "I cannot be if others are not. . . " How can I be if others are not? How can I share without response? Can I commune silendy? How much can I disrupt? Can I dare to write you this letter? You, my advisor, teacher—will I be penalized? How comfortable will others feel about my disruption? How far will I go out into the nameless, alone, kindly challenging? 5  6  8  Can I be actor teacher doer theorist reader learner  spectator researcher thinker practitioner writer instructor  Where is my balance? Where is the middle ground? Where is ground? What knowledge do I need to make a wise connection? Can I be both and understand who "I" am? Will I always create beauty in my attempt to draw? Drawing conclusions, systemizing Will I add too much and dull the purity, muddy the innocence dilute the integrity create a mess with forced intention? Can I see "I" from my place? Where am I located in the mess, mass, or do "We" become?  Always becoming, changing location Changing "I", merging into "We" with no responsibility? Arendt's panoptic view of the public is similar to views independendy arrived at by both Abelard and Aristode, famous philosophers They all saw through the perception of the particular in the universal and understood the universal through the particular In lay terms, we can understand human nature (the universal) through autobiography (particular stories) Should we not try to think of society as individuals? See the particular when we are currently seeing the universal? Give each body breath, life and response? Take head understanding of our accepted, unnamed society and connect the beings within through touch, body and love? 9  10  Arendt says, "the public world is the arena required for action . . . Equal, but distinct, individuals meet in the public to determine who they are and who they want to be individually and collectively" The problem is that the "world between them has lost its power to gather them together, to relate and to separate them " 11  12  Can we respect diverse standpoints? Touch and respond to each other without dilution or passive assimilation? Relate to uniqueness without collapsing divergent views into a generalized amalgam? Can we keep an ambiguity a plurality of independent and unmerged voices and consciousness? A genuine polyphony of fully valid voices of melodies choreographed in harmonies? Swinging threads of vividly different colours woven together in an intricate tapestry, freely a Canadian voice? Creating the sounds of culture by acknowledging the body as a being, individual touching, caring a new language of response 13  14  1  If wisdom grows out of a conversation between episteme and phronesis , knowing and perceiving And if phronesis is now better understood as embodied judgment linking knowledge, virtue, and reason then we cannot converse in the transactional divide without our bodies 6  1  18  utilizing head alone We cannot teach and learn across the schism ignoring the public spheres where no one is touching, only corrimuning Here is the divide between teacher and researcher between actor and spectator between theory and practice between teacher and student Intellectual conversation, community and communication are not enough We have to know our location in relation to each other We must touch Great philosophers and critical thinkers of time Through their bodies, grew understanding Abelard and Heloise Arendt and Heidegger Kristeva and Sollers de Beauvoir and Sartre Great minds, lovers, touching in body Learning with body Understanding through love 19  20  Teaching and learning Love, touch and understanding Teacher and student relationship Love, touch and understanding Who am I to you, Jared? Student? Sender of emails? In public in the same circle, space, location? Yesterday I felt the electricity on your skin, beneath your sweater innocent luminosity radiating unseen but exuding, received heard your quiet enamouration your sighs of appreciation of the beguiling work we saw, appreciated I felt the same so I made no utterance for you did it for me, for all Does this mean I should remain silent? How can we converse if I do not speak? How do we communicate, commune, touch if you do not know how I feel? Perhaps you do not care, an established, exalted scholar Where do I pour my heart? Where do we all pour ourselves? Perhaps in colour, brushed on a canvas  using a vague lexicon, expecting multiple interpretations? I need the words, the certainty , the language that ensures transmission. Ha! Touching More than communing, more than sharing space more than exposing and leaving, more than communicating Touching by responding touching instead of telling with love, care in love, insertion through love, understanding a new language of response Shall I continue to write to you? Or shall I pretend you don't know me in public? I am just one of many students Not seek acknowledgement that we have connected? Need I ask for response? Is it not enough I have laid out my heart? Cut it open like a mango Cut the flesh in a checkerboard pattern and pushed the skin upwards, inverted the soft tissue so my gist is apparent, easily consumed Essence and quiddity revealed Ripely offered Ashamed again for revealing We do not reveal for fear of rejection and lack of response You do not acknowledge have no time hurt me as you "swipe" me aside as another student another day at work diink of me as general, not as particular not touch me in any way, in response You could have at least said hello Well get lost yourself, Julia  ps. Don't bother writing back. I hate getting apologies I've asked for. That's almost the same as asking "Do you love me?"  89  August 6 Sorry about yesterday's rant. I was bothered. He makes me think about my own students. How do I touch them intellectually? How do I touch them heartfully? How do I acknowledge my care for them in a way that is not suspect? No, this has nothing to do with you. I'm drained today. I feel really down. I can taste the sadness in my sinuses (can't explain). I've been thinking about how I can distinguish the particular without judgment? How do I access and evaluate without ordering and sequencing and giving singularity in my class?  At my drumming lesson the instructor told me to lift the drum up off the ground to let the sound flow out with the air. I remember too that when she was teaching me how to play the bell, she told me to hold the stick more loosely. I hear her telling me to let my life breathe, relax, let go of control, and let air around my experiences, not just my words. I feel better after writing to you. Thank you.  a crisp red apple's wetness a mango slice melting on my tongue a lychee's softness squeezing down ice popsicle on my lips missing you so much  Notes  1  "In all my writing I am seeking, not so much communication, but  communion" (Leggo, 2005b, p. 23). 2  Coulter & Wiens, 2002, p. 18, on Arendt (1968, p. 241).  3  In discussion of Hannah Arendt's understanding that bureaucratic  totalitarian complexes prevent action, Bernstein quotes Arendt: "Even in the darkest of times, the question of one's response and responsibility can and must be raised. There is the possibility to initiate, to begin, to act" (1996, p. 38). Arendt suggests  90  "that new forms of dialogue and imagination must be fostered" (Coulter & Wiens, 2002, p. 18). "The world does not simply precede us, but effectively constitutes us as  4  particular kinds of people. This puts us in the difficult position of being simultaneously heirs to particular history and new to it, with the peculiar result that we experience ourselves as 'belated' even though we are newcomers" (Levinson, 2001, p.13). "What is needed in order to create communion is communication, a  5  practice of testimony, an ongoing commitment to autobiographical communication, not as an act of self-aggrandizement or self-deprecation, but as a self-reflexive investigation in collaboration with others who agree to listen and to respond and to explore their autobiographies, too" (Leggo, 2005b, p. 125). "I cannot be if others are not; above all, I cannot be if I forbid others from  6  being" (Paulo Freire, 1997, p. 59). "Can a teacher heroically, single-handedly, teach against the grain of  7  powerful forces in the larger culture and make a lasting difference? And, perhaps most important, is any notion of good teaching (and learning) independent of the personal, cultural, and theoretical perspective from which it is viewed" (Barone, 2001, p. 25)? "On the occasions when teachers are able to withdraw from their practice  8  or when researchers are able to connect with wider publics, the use of the kind of imagination required to be judging spectators in Arendt's terms is often penalized" (Coulter & Wiens, 2002, p. 20). Arendt's public is not a reified fusion, however, but is instead "closely  9  connected with particulars, with the particular conditions of the standpoints one has to go through in order to arrive at one's own 'general standpoint'" (1982, p. 44, quoted in Coulter & Wiens, 2002, p. 18). ,0  Radice, 1974, p. 14.  11  12  13  Arendt, 1973, in Coulter and Wiens, 2002, p. 18. Arendt, 1958, pp. 52-53. Coulter & Wiens, 2002, p. 18.  91  14  Bakhtin, 1963/1984, p. 6, in Barone (2001). Barone is actually using these  descriptors to describe a language used in arts-based research which "is employed to recreate the lived worlds of protagonists and to encourage readers to dwell momentarily widiin those worlds" (p. 25). I am using this language as a way to develop a touching or dwelling language between individuals within society. Barone explains that the language employed is largely contextualized rather than abstract, and more vernacular and literary than technical and propositional. I interpret this description as a language of heart and care, the language used in loving relationships. 15  Bakhtin, 1963/1984, p. 6, in Barone. 2001, p. 25.  16  "Episteme aims primarily at helping us to know more about many  situations" (Korthagen & Kessels, 1999, p. 7). 17  Phronesis is about perceiving more in a particular situation and finding a  helpful course of action on the basis of strengthened awareness" (Korthagen & Kessels, 1999, p. 7). This is an interpretation of Aristotle's episteme-phronesis or in other words, knowledge-judgment. 18  Coulter & Wiens,2002, p 15. This view is also supported by Reeve (1992)  and Beiner (1983). 19  "Peter Abelard was a French scholastic philosopher and the greatest  logician of the twelfth century" (Radice, 1974, n.p.). Heloise was his pupil and lover. 2,1  Coulter & Wiens, 2002, p. 17.  21  "But beyond culture and philosophy this preoccupation with certainty in  our words and actions may be seen ultimately as an important human need" (Barone, 2001, p. 24).  92  8  Sweet Fragrant Harvest  We are learning that we are no longer mere creators of text, we are texts ourselves. Lorri Neilsen, 1998, p. 10  August 8 I miss you so much. I cannot explain; I want to starve myself. What a strange thought. I already feel as if I am starving and I've just eaten too much. The more I love you, the emptier I feel. Have the words that frame me all come loose and emptied out of me? What is desire wanting—words in return that echo my heart?  The reality is that even if you were here, how could our lives be different? You and I are in a Venn diagram with no intersection. Yes, we've crossed paths intellectually but intellectual intimacy cannot be held, has no place holder or designated space, no structure to frame it. Maybe I should be happy that I'm not held the way the  93  structure of formal education systems hold me; yet, without the system, how do I conceive? I don't know how and where to place you in my life. I wrote you a song to try to understand us. It's called, "No More Words." I'll attach the file. I'll italicize the lyrics here and explicate in regular text. Only in my dreams Ifeel you close to me Body to body as one I need you, can'tyou see Only in my dreams The worldfeels so right silent and sure a fleeting kiss that needs no more words Is it all in my mind?  Have I written our story, created love, made up this fiction in my head? How can I tell the difference between fact and fiction in text? What haven't I constructed through text?  No more words To show how Ifeel inside I give myself toyou And know it's enough 'Cause now you're here with me  Do I feel apart from you because my words have not become "real" enough? How can I give myself to you when what I feel has to travel through distance, through space, translated in the interpretative space, in the soundwaves out of my control? When can I pour my heart directly into you? Like Derrida's blood as ink—take my blood, pure and true to show my love. How do I let my outside show you my inside? How do I go through barriers like skin so we can truly be together, my inside outside with you? Here are Derrida's words: And I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe, a suction point rather than that very hard weapon with which one must inscribe, incise, choose,  94  calculate, take ink before filtering the inscribable, playing the keyboard on the screen, whereas here, once the vein has been found, no more toil, no responsibility, no risk of bad taste or violence, the blood delivers itself all alone, the inside gives itself up and you can do as you like with it, it's me but I'm no longer there, for nothing, for nobody, diagnose the worst. (1978, p. 12)  Only in my dreams You'd only be mine 'Causeyou're with another with her in the night How could I be so blind? Only in my dreams We'll change the past To a new beginning A new way of life Outfrom the darkness And into the light We can't change the past. According to Levinson (2001) and Arendt (1958, 1968), we are new and belated. We come into this world already part of a story, framed by the past. How can we write a new beginning? How can I reach out of this dark?  No more words No more words You're mine,you're mine,you're mine But. . . only in my dreams And even if we had no past, you are my professor, my advisor; our positions separate us and frame us apart, jan jagodzinkski (2004) says the student in love with the teacher wants something that is unattainable. I know what it is. It's all of you—body, mind, and soul; you can never be mine. The way I am trapped in my life echoes the way we are all trapped in life—oppressed by our given situations as we selfperpetuate those conditions. We cannot get out without drastic measures. I have no courage. How can I leave everything I am to be with you? How do I purposely  95  remove the ground I stand on and cling to you submissively? How do I free myself? Even in my work, how do I acknowledge my potential to shape practice against the constraining "norms" and to actually develop personal political agency in a way that will influence structural change (see Sirna; 2006)? How can I interrogate notions of teaching and learning in a subversive way without becoming submissive and "other" to whatever I'm seeking to change? I'm safe staying "inside" and keeping things as they are.  In de Beauvoir's (1949/1953) The Second Sex, she says women are oppressed because women are men's "other." Men are essential and women are inessential. The sad thing is that I want to choose to be your other, to be yours. In The Ethics ofAmbiguity (1947/1972), de Beauvoir says human existence is the ambiguous mixture of our internal need to break free of the given conditions of the world and the weight of the world's ideology on us. As I've told you before, she suggests in order for us to live freely and ethically then, we must assume.this ambiguity rather than try to flee it. How can I? If I want to be free to be with you, I have to leave what I am, what I know, and then I'll become your "other," your object, so then I really am not free. Besides, you are attracted to me because I'm strong, not dependent on you. Why is it that I feel the need to leave and go to you anyway? Gallop says as a student I have "no otherness, nothing different from [you], the teacher, simply less" (1988, p. 43). I disagree. I am already woman. I am trapped, crushed and confined in every possible way—truly dismal.  I've been flunking that if love is joyful, light, happy, and free, then I'm not in love with you. This is all too overwhelming and complicated, jagodzinski is right, "any sexual exchanges between student and teacher are taken as fundamentally damaging to the self-esteem of the student" (2004, p. 101). I laugh at myself. I am in love with my professor. How dim can I be—always a part of this darkness?  According to de Beauvoir, every step of my living and becoming a woman is a movement toward passivity and alienation in order to meet the head's active  96  demands. Is my emptiness, the gaping wound of love, a play on de Beauvoir's notion that women are but sexual receptacles of the male libido? What if you have nothing physical to fill me with? Oh I must stop. Don't you see I want to be passive? I couldn't even choose you if I was free to choose. So I am neither existentialist nor feminist, just lost in love. Even I laugh at myself—the way I love you.  My darling Red Adorn with brush Caress with sable By your hand I relinquish all Paint me new Stroke by stroke Adoring as other Submission I choose Release and curve Until I'm whole Until we're one Let's talk about something lighter. Actually, I have had a pretty good day. How ironic, I'm much happier when I'm out, away from the computer, away from you! I went to a book launch for Bernadette Campbell today. You won't believe all the strange connections I've had! I arrived just as it was about to begin and as I entered, the woman at the door had just sold the last copy of Bernadette's new book. I was so disappointed! I was going to buy you a copy too. I'll have to get the two copies from the bookstore next week when the next shipment arrives.  Bernadette gave a few words at the end of the speech section. She is not well now. I was moved by her words and the effort she made to make herself understood. Why do we all try so hard to make ourselves clear to others? Does it matter? Interpretations of us are so varied anyway. Aren't we texts ourselves? Really, it didn't matter what she said; I could read her heart. The body betrays us so badly. Bernadette did not have perception of her right side—she must have had a left hemisphere stroke. She faced the side of the room where her family was sitting, her back to the other half. Sometimes she turned that way so she was somehow aware  97  but she mostly faced in my direction. Our families are always where we'll return. So you'll understand why we'll never be together. I cannot turn from my children and my family. Even though I know I cannot flee my guilt as a mother, I struggle, de Beauvoir's (1949) views in the "Eternal Feminine Myth" explain the unattainable expectations of the mother figure. She says that the nurturing woman as the constructed ideal denies individuaHty and situation and that the mother figure is responsible for birth and thus death. The mother can never be guilt-free.  Here's the story. When I arrived I sat behind someone wearing a black sweater. I've told you about my body reception before. Today I really noticed this phenomenon. I didn't know if the person in front of me was a male or a female, though the person's shoulders were quite broad. The person had beautiful thick, long hair and I noticed this because my chair was direcdy behind and I had to keep shifting to see the speech-makers at the center of the room. I found this person somehow appealing; in some sort of intriguing manner. I'm not sure. Ok I admit I'm strange! I think my body senses other "bodies" in ways we don't acknowledge or have words to express yet. As the speeches progressed, the person in front of me was asked to give some words. H E (and it was obviously a he!) said that Bernadette was at his final dissertation in the late seventies and she told him to be good to his students. It's funny how we remember what people say. I wonder if Bernadette remembers saying this almost 30 years ago? We need to always be so diligent about what we say and how we say it, especially as teachers. As the sweater-man spoke, I was really aware of how easy he was to listen to. I had some kind of connection with him, not only body, but words too. So after the speeches I went over to the food table and introduced myself.  To be quite honest, our conversation was not remarkable in any way. I did notice that there was a very easy comfort. You always call me a drama queen, well, there was no show! What I noticed was that he spoke to me in balls. What, you say? Well, I imagine that when I talk to some people, balls come out of their mouths and slide into me, not only into my ears, but through my eyes and mouth. I feel understanding  98  going down my throat somehow. (Yes, I'm totally crazy. Good thing I haven't told this to anyone else!) Some people talk to me in cubes and I have to "eat" them slowly or translate them somehow before I swallow. Some people speak in shapes I don't want to consume at all. Anyway, this fellow spoke to me in litde balls! I later found out that the person was actually the writer of an article I have been so enthralled about that I had been carrying around the journal for three days and re-reading parts of the article at every spare moment! In our conversation, he never brought up the article or gave any indication who he was but for some reason, my body knew him. I thought the article in my bag was written by a woman called Jan. This man's name was jan (pronounced "Yun"). This was jan jagodzinski! So here's what's interesting— my body recognized the person before my mind made the connection!  I had been carrying the article around because it was so fresh and niggly in some way. It's titled "Fallen bodies: On perversion and sex-scandals in school and the academy" (jagodzinski, 2004). After I read it, I started a response to it called "Learning with Dick and Jane." (Do you like the title?) jagodzinski's take on Jane Gallop is so decisive. Jane Gallop is a feminist, psychoanalytic, literary theorist. She's written several books including Thinking Through the Body (1988). I had to write a reflection on the article! I even ordered three of Jane Gallop's books!  After I realized who jan jagodzinski really was, I told him about my Dick and Jane reflection and we talked about the power of mixing sexual and intellectual mtimacies. In the article, jan alludes to another dimension of "truth" being possibly reached through an intimate discourse (p. 100). I'm almost convinced that the synergy of love or eros with an intellectual relationship can actually enhance pedagogical transference (see jagodzinski, 2004, p. 107; Sameshima & Leggo, 2006a). Jan's article takes a strong stand. Don't get all excited about my response to the article! You know how obsessed I am with you. I can and have analyzed our relationship and it doesn't affect how I feel about you. I completely see the irrational weakness of my carnal nature with you!  99  It's so fascinating that throughout the afternoon, I was somehow drawn to jan and I didn't understand it. You'd call it intuition. Are our lives already destined? Did my body recognize jan's body through his words? I read his article several times. Does my body know what my mind does not? Does noesis have to be conscious? What don't we understand about the body's reception and learning? Are our stories prewritten? A m I in love with you so that I'll research this topic? I realize that my body knows things my mind cannot grasp. What's going on? I can feel my body wanting to express, but has no language.  Oh, by the way, remember we talked about body memory before? Well, it's called proprioception—the muscles' ability to memorize movement. The proprioceptive sense is sometimes considered the sixth sense and information is stored in sensory neurons located in the inner ear and in the joints and muscles. There's even an educational method for using proprioception to relearn movement when there's been nerve damage. It's called the Alexander Technique. One does this by using reflection to recognize location of body placement. I feel some kind of connection here and must not forget to come back to this. I'm sure this has to do with the way sound moves me somehow (see Lephart & Borsa, n.d.).  So if our bodies can memorize movement patterns without our minds, then is it conceivable that our bodies can read other bodies? Maybe my body recognized jan's body (essence?) as familiar in some way. So . . .  can the body see through  manipulated text? You know how I've been so obsessed with being able to tell if an author has a good heart; maybe my body has been trying to read and recognize the authors. Ok, I'll be quiet before I scare the pants off you. (Oh, shut up, I don't mean that literally!)  Back to the article: I love jagodzinski's tide, "Fallen Bodies." "Fallen bodies" refers to "falleness" as used by existentialists like Jean-Paul Sartre (see Flynn, 2004). Sartre uses falleness and bad faith interchangeably to describe a way of escaping anxiety and despair when one understands transcendence but cannot choose transcendence. This  100  fits me to a "T!" You see, I know how unhealthy it is for me to be in love with you, but I cannot overcome the way my body responds to you so I purposely choose to focus on my lovesickness and despair of missing you. Truly pathetic, even from a non-feminist point of view!  When I think about our situation—-being in love with you—I try to remember how it began. I've asked you when it started for you and you always say you liked me before I opened my mouth. Then again, you're always a bit ambiguous—the sign of a good teacher. Maybe your ambiguity was the begmning of my misunderstanding! I distinctly remember how warm and inviting your "hello" was. jagodzinski says the dorriinant western view of pedagogical authority is informed by power and seduction (1996). I would say this binary is not just a pedagogical phenomenon. Men have always used power to attract women and reduce other men. Women, even more so in the past, in their corsets, fans, and skin covering clothing, used their bodies to seduce. In fact, I think that the more masculinized women have become, the less power they seem to have. The "suited" woman always looks defensive, dressed in armour, powerless underneath, blank too. In our case, I had no intention of seduction and you do not appear to be the type interested in power, so what happened? I think you seduced me with the power of your mind.  Interestingly, as I re-read jagodzinski, knowing now that the author is a man, the tone of the writing has changed for me. I think the male writer comes from a "power" position and I am mtimidatingly seduced. Why is it that the male voice "pierces" in a matter-of-fact way while the female voice invites-me-to-believe? There is no reason. Maybe I'll change this diinking tomorrow. I mean, as I write this very letter, I want to seduce you, my reader, into believing what I have to say. I am seeking power over you. I want to write with a governing voice. Is writing with authority a male role then? Is the male text always aggressive in some way, even without intention? If the "head" is male and the "body" is female, then when I write in a "heady" way, I am no longer "other" in my words—just as I first misread jan (yun) as Jan. Does that mean text becomes gendered by the viewer? You know, the  101  only time I am writing from an unconcealed power perspective as a female is when I'm writing report cards? Then again, I am writing to inform, not convince. Let's talk more about this on the phone. There's a lot here to sort out.  In terms of Lacanian psychoanalysis which notes that power and seduction are not stricdy biological givens of male and female, I would have to agree that at first, it was unclear who seduced whom and who has power but, now, I would have to say that I really hold all the power and yet I struggle daily because I want to be the seduced. To be honest, I would be really happy to be the litde girl in Jean-Paul Sartre's well known example of 'bad faith' {mauvaise foi). Sartre's notion of bad faith is the human attempt to escape anguish by imagining that I am passive and not free to do as I wish. I am the girl sitting with a man I know very well and who would like to seduce me. When he takes my hand, I try to avoid the painful necessity of a decision to accept or reject him by pretending not to notice, leaving my hand in his as if unaware. This is how I want our relationship to unfold. I want to be passive and not feel so guilty that I've let this get so out of hand (see Leslie Stephenson, 1987). How can I hold power I don't want?  We both have much to lose if we disclose our relationship. O f course, I have my family to lose. Gallop's image linking pedagogy with pederasty—"a greater man penetrates a lesser man with his knowledge"—is a vivid image although a bit elementary for current times (1988, p. 43). If I could gain knowledge from a professor as he or she spews seed then education has really taken a nose dive. Give me a break! Who still diinks that transferring knowledge is what pedagogy is all about!  Gotta run, I have to take Savannah to a piano lesson now. Talk later.  August 8 Oh my gosh, Gallop IS right! Maybe this is our biggest problem! Everybody still thinks we can squirt knowledge into students. Gallop says "the student is empty, a  102  receptacle for the phallus; the teacher is the phallic fullness of knowledge" (1988, p. 43).  I think Gallop actually explains how my loving you makes me miss you and thus I feel my emptiness, this hole getting bigger and bigger the more I love you. She says that in Sade's Philosophy, he explains that the student is innocent and empty, lacking her own desires. "The loss of innocence, the loss of ignorance, the process of teaching, is the introduction of desire from without into the student, is the 'introduction' of the teacher's desire" (p. 43). You have taught me desire and only now do I know my emptiness. By the way, what is the teacher's "desire?" Is it nurturance or could it be seduction? I sort of like this idea of seduction; it's alluring, a call toward desire, and much better than a teacher teaching through power.  I'm intrigued with all the fascinating couples who have made contributions to critical theory. Is there something connected with intellectual and physical intimacies? There's Kristeva and Sollers, Abelard and Heloise, de Beauvoir and Sartre, Heidegger and Arendt and even Zizac and Salecl, and there's more. I'm not saying that you and I can "go all the way," but does physicality arouse body reception or open some doors for body understanding or cognitive awareness we are not able to currendy access through language when we try to process alone? I'm not really clear about what I think here. I'm just throwing out ideas, imagining the words sailing like confetti through the air, a true Balditinian carnival creating the space of the chronotope—the place where multiple voices of narrative are linked and unlinked (see Bakhtin, 1981). Could that be it? Can the liminal be intentionally created in the chronotope? What about just sleeping with? Do we somehow, in the silence of the night, connect with our loved ones in our dreams and sleep? You know how everyone talks about being "wide awake" in the day. Well what if we were "wide awake" in our dreams, in our fictions, in the stories we are living that we think we've chosen but which are already socio-culturally written? Can we step out of ethos—the disposition, character, or fundamental values peculiar to a specific person, people, culture, or movement?  103  You know how I told you earlier that male text "pierces" me . . . I just happened to fall upon Gallop's chapter on Carnal Knowledge this evening. She says Roland Bardies uses the word pierce and the French word piqure which is translated as "prick." She writes with amusement that the term does not refer to the vulgar word for the male genital (note the connotations though) but that the word means "something that wounds" (1988, p. 152). So I'm wondering whether your words prick me, wound me, and thus produce the flowing out of me and hence this emptiness, and desire to want filling. I should explain the prick/piercing further because it relates to my art.  Jane Gallop (1988) explains Roland Barthes' work in Camera latcida on "erotics of the text rather than in the text" (p. 151, italics in original). In the later text, written seven years after the first, Barthes explains that there are two elements of a photograph. I interpret the photograph as art—visual or even narrative text. Barthes describes the two elements. The first one is studium, which is the theme of what the photographer is attempting to depict with regards to ideas and general culture. The studium is the representation and is in, or statically enclosed in the rendered work. Barthes explains that sometimes this enclosure breaks and the passive, inert studium suddenly has a second element that goes off the scene and pierces the viewer. Barthes says, " A word exists in Latin to designate that wound, that prick, that mark made by a pointed instrument . . . I will thus call it punctum . . . The punctum of a photo, it's that accident which, in it, stings me" (quoted in Gallop, p. 152). The punctum is thus an opening or "a 'blind-field' which is created or divined . . . and allows what Barthes calls 'life' to pass through, to permeate the frame" (p. 153).  Barthes goes on to explain that the difference between eroticism and pornography is the presence of the punctum in the former. The punctum creates something dynamic where the art animates the spectator and the spectator animates the art. Gallop discusses this reciprocal activity where the viewer is both the subject and object of the verb "ariimate." Is this like me? If I liken all my writing to you as art, my created representation, my studium, then I am animated by the power I have over text and  104  the power the text gives me in return. This eroticism of the punctum or piercing and wounding, the connection between the art and the animator/animated, draws "the spectator out of its frame, out of his frame, out of her frame" (1988, p. 154). I'm speaking here of the frames and boxes we're socio-culturally and organizationally constrained in. When I move beyond these "boxes," I am moved to alternate, higher spaces of learning.  This whole idea of reciprocality is so dynamic. It's interesting that one of the meanings for the word is "owed to each other" (Farlex, 2006). It's the space of role mixing where newness is birthed. Paulo Freire suggests that "Liberating education consists in acts of cognition, not transferals of information" (1970/1994, p. 60). The reciprocality is evident. The teacher becomes the learner in dialogue and the student while being taught, simultaneously becomes the teacher.  The last thing I wanted to mention here goes back to why I can't seem to find a way for you to soothe my desire. Barthes presents the word jouissance, an ecstasy which moves him in his favourite photographs which by the way is produced by having that second element called punctum, or the arrow that leaps out and pierces. Gallop (1988, p. 152) explains that ecstasy etymologically is derived from the Greek "ekstasis, from ex- 'out,' plus histanai, 'to place.' Thus, it means something like 'placed out.'" This intellectual intimacy we have, the blind field of the erotic ecstasy creating punctum in my writing to you will stay "placed out" and I will keep seeking to put that desire back in. Maybe that's what I want from you—an impossible notion. In Camera Lurida [Barfhes], the imagery used to describe this ecstasy carries connotations of pain. The arrow recalls Cupid's arrow, a tradition in which love comes from the outside and against your will, attacks you, pierces you, changes you, takes you outside yourself, puts you in a state of passivity that (at least in the European tradition) is seen as a violation of the body, a penetration of the self, something dangerous and threatening and yet at the same time terribly pleasurable, something wonderful, (pp. 152-154)  105  Oh Red, let me continue enjoying this terrible torture of love. I better stop now. I'll talk to you about the rest of the jagodzinski article on the phone. Read it if you can.  August 11 When I awake in the morning I always have a lot to write and if I don't get up right away, I forget what it is I need to record. Why? Is the imagination still running from the dream time? Does everything become immobile once the mind turns on, frozen when Medusa's eye awakes, putting everything back in place? Is the mind like the Christmas toy shop that awakens at night, with effervescent joy and prancing freedom? Are all the toys standing composed with their plastic painted faces frozen in acquiescence during the day? Is that ascetic compliance? Is that the teacher's oudook? We're always so still—showing no personal pictures through our skin— martyrs to our work. Some days I don't think I can cope without you but, when I get to school, I have my steady teacher smile and clothes—they're so easy to put on.  Flawed Fairytales, 2005, m i x e d tile. 3 5 " x 5 1 "  106  This piece is called "Flawed Fairytales" because no matter what I do, you won't hold me. You can't hold me the way I want you to possess me. The fairytale is a myth as well. I've copied part of the image from Claude Theberge's "Romance." I hope you understand. It goes with the poem beneath. Notice the head blends into the environment—we don't even recognize the fairytales we're trying to live.  A WISH FOR C E A S G in the night my mind asleep your warm hands caress shape my form materialize me from an ancient mist pulling me from the distant miasma you are child of Ceasg the beautiful Highland mermaid who lures the men to the sea you, her offspring, a great sailor you know the mfinite waters even down to where your mother is they say when Ceasg is captured she will grant three wishes oh Red, take me to her I only have one desire in the starlight of our night golden mica talc lingers breathlessly on my skin soft glow longing for your fingers I see without my eyes your softness on my cheek your Hps so near divine to eat hunger in my throat empty mouth wanting you more than my skin you deny put your lips on my breast arch my back I give myself to you and you wrap your arm around my back my breath in your ear 107  your fingers in deep I want to break the silence that holds us the night that wraps us but must not awake when can I be yours? truly belong to you? chattel, object, possession I freely offer resign, relinquish and abandon myself to you for I cannot live in the day stone-faced smiling and still when my heart is gone to you I am so tired of being so strong I'm going to sleep I'll he in the dory attached to your stern until you find your mother Please Red, take me to her until then let me sleep forever for in my dreams I am with you Goodnight Red  9  Indian Summer Hums  No matter how far back my love memories go, I find it difficult to talk about them. They relate to exaltation beyond eroticism that is as much inordinate happiness as it is pure suffering; both turn words into passion. The language of love is impossible, inadequate, immediately allusive when one would like it to be straightforward: it is a flight of metaphors—it is literature. Julia Kristeva, 1987, p. 1  September 5 Today was a beautiful, fairytale day with my class. It was my last day with this group of Grade 2/3's at Ridgeway. I felt a tinge of sadness to tell them that I was going to another school and that they were going to be divided among four different classes. I told them at carpet time and explained all the details of the move—that the school enrollment was too low and I was being transferred but excited for the change. When I asked if they were worried about anything, the concerns were those of practicality. "Where will my new class be? How will I find my new class? I won't  109  know which door to line up at." I told them we would walk to the new classes through the inside of the school, meet the teachers and go through their external exit doors so they would know where to line up tomorrow morning. I have enjoyed feeling nurturing to these children. I was surprised at how much I have grown to feel for these students in the three days I've had with them.  We talked about accepting and looking forward to change, that change was a present to be opened. Then we did the best, possible thing! I've been telling them about how I've been looking in wonder at the hill behind the parking lot (picture attached). The hill rises with a calling of some surprise on the other side. After music class, we walked out to see what was on the other side of the hill. I had framed the experience with them as something magical awaiting us and it came true!  We crossed the road using the sidewalk and, when we got to the path up the grassy hill, I suggested that we make our way up, not following the set path (even though it's curved and mviting). We all ran up the hill in glee. At the top, the ground opened out but there was another incline—a present within a present! We continued our exciting climb. At the crest, there was a raised circular concrete porthole, large enough for 18 of us. We ran there and mounted it like an Olympic podium shouting, "We're here, we're here!" The entire city lay before us! The children stayed with me on the podium exclaiming about the view, clouds, the two planes that flew in the distance, the school behind us, coming here for picnics with family, more. Then we started down the other side. There was a fence at the bottom and a road. Then some children called from the right side of the hill. We all ran and on the sloping down part (having trouble describing land, don't know the words to use), was an outdoor amphitheatre created in the grass with a semi-circle stage at the bottom. I felt like I was in Scodand at a stone circle or in a hallowed church. There was a holiness or purity in this place. Perhaps it was that this place was new to us. The staggered grass steps were wide and uniform and perfectiy engineered! The children ran along the levels and some danced in the center stage. These were heartfelt pleasures, soaking the world standing up. We stayed a bit longer then we raced back to the crest and  110  most of the children lay on their sides and rolled down the hill. I could have cried. Such delight, such innocence and so much gratitude.  In Images of have, Words of Hope (1991), jean Vanier provides powerful wisdom for shaping the curriculum of joy. Vanier observes that, we give value to people by the way we look at them, by the way we listen to them, by the way we touch them, and care for them. We give value to them by the way we are present to them." (p. 12) I feel the presence of being present. It is the sense of acute awareness of nuances I would have missed before, of connections all entangled, astonished wonder of all around me. It is the feeling and purpose of narrative—the ever becoming present.  Where does agency stem from? September 6 You asked about what I was dimking while creating. When I'm writing and artmaking I often catch myself thinking in another genre. I am informed within each genre explicidy through the other. As I am immersed in mosaic art-making, in the midst of a repetitive art motion like laying tile pieces or grouting, I think about connections in my processes. I am dimking explicidy of how the theoretical questions on my mind can metaphorically be unfolded and enfolded in my art making. As I work, the text that accompanies the finished rendering comes in bits through the process; the ideas begin to pattern themselves. Alternately, when I am writing, I begin to envision representative images which reiterate or layer my thinking processes. Despite this simplistic observation, not only the act of art-making creates understanding but the finished product maps a broader picture. Simultaneously, I am consciously aware of how my work, both text and art or song can be viewed from a single vantage point and yet completely interpreted in an alternate ways too. This doesn't bother me. I notice though that when my friends talk to me about art, they welcome the text and explanation that accompanies art. Everyone wants to hear a story. I like to hear different interpretations of my work. I'm always surprised.  Ill  September 7 My new class is a group of Grade 3 students. We had a great time today. They played with base blocks (used for teaching place value) not only to count, but for building towers. I asked them to build a tower and then to calculate its numeric value (There's a 1000 block, a 100 flat, a 10 stick and a single cube which stands for 1). Playtime is so important. I see the importance of taking time now for everytiiing. Learning, too, is much better supported when dwelling is incorporated.  I think all this has major applications to teacher education programs which tend to funnel and push student teachers in very direct lines. I think of the new teacher at my school who asked me for help with her math program. She seems so light, ready to be blown by any wind. How can we help to build identity and philosophy of teaching? Our perceptions of ourselves in the moment can be quite misguided. How do we encourage "readiness" for reflexivity and not only reflectivity? Or even more important, how do we provide time for reflexivity during the first few formative years of teaching when just coping drains all time? I always find it a bit odd that we offer after-school coping sessions for new teachers who have no extra time and are thoroughly exhausted by the end of the day!  I think I am in love with a romanticized character in a novel. I want to run away and be with you. My writings to you are becoming the stories I want to live. Won't it be interesting to include my process of writing the letters within my letters to you—the story of the story within the story, a never ending layering of process and thought?  September 12  How's this title? Replies from the Skies: Professor and Protege Pressing Provocative Boundar The book would be my learning process through writing and rendering. The professor is in her head (in the sky, made up). They press the boundaries together— in the heart and in the head. Did I explain how I'm setting up the book? I have to apologize, I have deleted so much that I've written, not wanting to bombard you with reading, I can't remember what I've sent. I want to share our dialogic  112  conversations as another way of knowing and learning. A m I going down the wrong road? Too far fetched?  I was thmking about your voice today. You have an amazing voice, thinking about it now makes me. . . . Seeing your artistry makes me feel that way too. I am seeing your heart. When I hear your poetry read aloud, I feel like I can't breathe. I get completely drawn into you, your sound, your images. It's some sort of smoothness, rich lushness that draws me . . . can't explain. The first time, at the conference, I hardly knew you but it took all my energy to stay still, to remain where I was. I feel a drawing, an attracting, there is something physically emanating from you and I can perceive it. My being seeks some kind of union through your hands (your writing, art, words) and your sound. Maybe those overt tilings are your feelers and I'm hoping/trying to get caught... I don't understand what I'm trying to say except I like your work, your voice. Thank you. touch the keys fly the words through my skin  September 13 The white wall looks like a relief map. I stare at it like a topographical story reflecting tension and release—a living cartography of all that's happened here before me, all on a white wall—a scratch here, a scuff there. I feel the wall absorbing, my body crying to it. I'm dizzy with tension at the barre. The teacher says "body go down, feeling go up," over and over again. I'm fighting my body. How do I bend my knees and feel my body going up? The focus and tension I create suffocates me. I repeatedly feel the darkness creeping across my eyes. I blink and breathe to release. For an hour, we work at the barre. This dizziness is not new. How can I tense my own muscles so tighdy, hold my stance so firmly that I can make myself black out? Is my will stronger than my body? I am not holding my breath. I feel the tension I create in every muscle. I feel the verge of muscle implosion. Is that possible? This is  113  not a stretching or extending pain. I do this with almost distain for my body, my head controlling.  This new dance teacher makes us do everything very slowly with complete concentration, never releasing: Four full counts to extend the leg to a point, four full counts to return to first position. I feel my leather soles forcing the floor away with every increment of movement. My pointed toe is on the verge of cramping. My arch is a fist of pain. On the fourth exercise, I feel some kind of sensation flooding through me. Sometiiing running from my heart to my head, my eyes well up and I have to release my trunk or I will crumble. How can I prevent cmmbling by releasing?  When the Chinese teacher corrects me, she presses my abdomen and says "Fee" something. I can't remember the sound of her words so I can't ask someone for a translation. She's speaking in Mandarin. I know she wants me to tighten my stomach muscles and to pull my carriage up. In Cantonese, "fee" could mean "fly" or "fat." These words explain my entire being—freedom and weight. I tliink of my work. I'm trying to fly but as I work I feel as if I'm going deeper, going down. How can I fly when I am tethered and digging deeper and deeper, trapping myself, ready to implode, confined in a dichotomy in my heart, in my head, in my body?  What is my destiny? What am I to learn? What is my purpose? I don't understand my life.  teach me all  September 14 Oh my! You're getting serious now! You're saying the three words without limitations! I'd better watch out for you! What's gotten into you? When I push you away you spring back harder? Shall I push really hard?  114  And what's all this about the kiss? I'm not fixated on it but I just can't kiss anyone. Kissing is sacred. There. Ok, think I'm strange. And no, just because I said "no kissing" didn't lead us into our relationship! That utterance didn't set us onto a storyline! I don't play out cliche stories like that!  September 15 How can you love someone who is unfaithful to her husband and family? How can you love someone who is cheating in mind and heart on her spouse? Are you more worthy of my love? Is what we have greater than all the years I've had with Luke, you with Clare? What makes me think I can have you more than Clare? See how this is all wrong?  September 16 UNSENT WHEN THE MOON AWAKES If I awoke in another time After the moon had slept for a century or more Or if I flipped the calendar back Over and over Back even into my dreams When I was beautiful in a Victorian dress Creamy flowing silk, languid satin through my fingers It would be right I know with surety For I have known you forever You live a tightrope with me You want to take me away To be with you Walking through the trees The vines underfoot The humidity of the tropics in my hair My skin bare for your touch My hand always ready for yours Our laughter blending with the calls in the green Our silence in the shady leaves Telling shadow stories The same as the scales  115  on the fish who swim the freedom we seek The snow covering the lines between land and lake and sky And the light our only path But you say nothing Push me away Ignore my endearments The hints I leave you Because you know the tightrope I walk Pretending that I don't feel you 50 000 miles away or whatever the distance is that separates the oceans Only blinding my desire when I distance myself from you When I close my body When I do not hear your voice When I do not read your words When I cover my heart with my life When I do not let the paradoxes in my body fight I resign myself to my present happiness The joy you saw that drew you in the first place My delight in living my life You say nothing because you are a good person And all the time, over and over I want you to know that I love you Love you with a crushing pain in my heart And I cannot leave this life I love To be in another life with you And it doesn't matter what you feel Because I have storied you I have dug my own grave And it calls me Six feet so close Trying to lure me out of happiness Some days I am strong I can wait until the moon awakes to be with you Some days I want the world to crumble me Chip me piece by piece  To look like a natural death And no one will know But the happiness shell smiles smooth and shiny And the tears bead up and are whisked Away by the windy world Help me, Red. Teach me how to live in love when I am already happy.  117  1 0  As Yellow-Oclier Quavers  Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear? "I love you" is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them. Jeannette Winterson, 1993, p. 9  September 9  Letters to Chris—Layer Three: Modeling Wholeness-in-Process  Feel free to take whatever you want out of the following for Chris. We can talk on the phone about this letter too.  If we think about integration as embodied curriculum, we take the focus away from the disciplines and find the desire by artists and generalist teachers to create a holistic curriculum, a curriculum that is embodied, a curriculum  118  that involves the mind, body, spirit and soul, a living curriculum. (Irwin, Wilson Kind, Grauer, & de Cosson, 2005, p. 56) Teachers and researchers give lip-service to implementing an active, involved curriculum. Teaching in themes and integration across subjects with a focus on holistic learning is fashionable but not the dominant paradigm. It is important here to remember what is important in the learning process. I think my goal is to teach the joy of learning and through that goal children can develop into integrative, relational learners. By sharing reflexive texts in creative forms (narrative, visual artsbased, and so on), students are given examples of integration and relation. I have found the culture of my classes significandy more attuned to learning when I have shared my own learning representations. For example, last summer, I wrote a song related to some work I was doing on life history research. I layered my research in my lyrics and shared with the class the personal meanings behind the words. Naturally, risk-taking is involved as all students come from various backgrounds and with deeply acculturated understandings. The teacher's job is to make opportunities and possibilities accessible. Sharing autobiographical texts explicitly connected to learning provides an environment of living research in the classroom. Leggo, Chambers, Hurren, and Hasebe-Ludt describe autobiographical writing as "a method of inquiry through attentive contemplation, reflection and rumination. . . . As life is lived and imagined in relation to others, autobiography becomes an inquiry of the self-in-relation" (2004, p. 1).  The teacher's pedagogy is deeply connected to philosophical frameworks created and reinforced by past experience. Standardization and regulation for "norms" are outcomes of fear generated by the public to ensure that their own children are able to compete in the "real" world and by teachers themselves in efforts to belong. Teachers  mistakenly ground  themselves  in  static  curriculum texts using  standardization as the evaluator of good teaching. The teacher continues to wear the mask of all-knowing and perfection, filling the "wounded world" with knowledge from books. We must urge teachers to examine themselves, to reflexively challenge thinking norms and to share their learning publicly. Open communication between teachers, students, and parents will allow for grounded learning that is rooted in  119  wisdom, not prescribed outcomes. The concept of identity is integrally connected to ecological constructs of location and landscape, and the hopeful and joyful search for meanings of living.  Irwin et al. (2005) cite numerous inquiries around the potential of the arts to enrich the general curriculum. Burton, Horowitz, and Abeles (2000); Catterall (1998); Catterall, Chapleau, and Iwanaga (1999); Eisner (1998); and Upitis, Smithrim, Patterson, Macdonald, and Finkle (2003) have focused on the arts increasing student achievement; and Miller (1988, 2000) and Nakagawa's (2000) work have looked at holistic curriculums integrating mind-body-soul connections. Burnaford, Aprill and Weiss assert that "instruction deepens when the arts are present because art images help children think metaphorically" (2001, p. 17). Newmann, Lopez and Bryk (1998) further suggest that the arts authentically deepen instruction by inviting intellectual depth.  Integrating the arts through theme teaching is not uncommon in the elementary classroom. For example, in the study of the water system, the class might build a multi-dimensional model, draw a picture of the water cycle, or write a poem about water. I propose that teachers specifically use artful practices in classrooms to not only authentically deepen understanding of the subject matter as supported by Burnaford et al. (2001) and Newmann et al. (1998) but also to enable students to understand their own learning practices and the pathways by which others learn. Through written (if possible, depending on age) and oral articulation of new understanding derived from the process of creating artful work, or by articulating new understandings conceived from experiencing their own and others' completed rendered products, teachers enable students to move from memorizing facts to learning how to learn. These are methods of learning and corning to know which need to be modeled in schools.  This is an acrylic on canvas painting called "Wholeness." Charles Garoian explains in reference to collage that:  120  the images and ideas that are radically juxtaposed in these visual art genres constitute a disjunctive collage narrative that is apprehended rather than comprehended through a fugitive epistemological process in which the interconnectivity of its disparate understandings is ^determinate and resistant to synergy. (2004, p. 25)  In "Wholeness" we do not  ignore  the  incongruity of texture and colour; rather, we welcome  the  conflicting which  interplay forces  movement creative  a  toward cognition.  The painting makes us think because we are cognitively trying to sort out the parts, to make sense of which parts belong together and to make sense of the  whole. In  process  the  of thinking  relationally, we  acknowledge the action of creative cognition which we seek as teachers to nurture in our students. We also acknowledge the differences between self and the other that Aoki (1992) warns us not to erase. Nick Paley uses the words "polyphonous voice" to describe "systems of univocal discourse . . . [that] affirm multiple voices . . . [and] multiple realities and experiences . . . in which no particular vocality can assure itself  121  an absolutely authoritative status to the exclusion of others" (1995, p. 10). This position of enabling students to voice their standpoints against dominant cultural values is supported by the educational politics of Paulo Freire's "pedagogy of the oppressed" (2001, pp. 54-55), Henry Giroux's "critical pedagogy" (1993, p. 21), and Maxine Greene's "dialectic of freedom" (1988, p. 116). In the classroom, through a lens of wholeness, privileging juxtaposition and multiplicity, children can voice their diverse cultural identities much the same way Clifford (1988), Garoian (1999), and Taussig (1987) describe the use of surrealism and juxtaposition as strategies to counter hegemonic and colonialized conditions. My painting is yet again another reiteration of the need to embrace synergistic wholeness and recognize the power of the particular in communion—much like the mesmerizing juxtaposition of playing a multi-rhythm drum piece.  In the in-between spaces of collage, the grout of tile mosaics, or in the unmarked, silent space between two colours and textures is where Garoian believes "knowledge is mutable and ^determinate" (2004, p. 26) and where production of understanding can be sought. As one tries to sort out which part belongs to what, "newness" is experienced. This space is what Homi Bhabha (1994) calls the ^determinate the Third Space of Enunciation. Uimer (1983) suggests the word silence to describe "a space of critique in which codified culture does not predominate or prevail, but makes possible multiple interpretations and expressions" (Garoian, 2004, p. 27). It is this inbetween space (Ellsworth, 1987; Irwin, 2004; Minh-ha, 1999), the silence, and the Third Space of Enunciation, that I want to open through sound, visual articulation and sharing—the personal and social ^determinate dialectically becoming enunciated in efforts to make us diink anew.  September 10 Look, I know you think you're the big kahuna, queen bee, "king of the casde (and I'm the dirty rascal)" but I can't very well keep calling you every 15 minutes. First, it costs me money because I have to go though the operator each time and second, it makes me feel like I'm at your beck and call. Third, I have a million things to do! You could at least give me approximate times when not to call (when you plan to be  122  out)! So I'm going out at 10:25am to the bank to try to get some money for all the debt you've incurred. Then I have to get more ink—why does the ink always run out on presentation days? You can just very well jump in a lake and shrivel up into a prune until I get a hold of you later! You'd better be worried when I get my hands on you! Run away now!  September 11 Just to clarify, then we'll do what we've said we're going to do. So you don't want me to write anything to you unless it's for my dissertation or a paper I'm submitting elsewhere. No more poetry. No love. Just head. Is that right? You are so typically Jared! You want me to separate my journey and learning from you. You want only the products. Ok. I think this is how lots of teachers teach. I got it.  And don't give me all that stuff about being unappreciative. I do appreciate you! I read your care through the time and energy you put in me. I'm grateful that you care so much about your job. Ha, ha! And don't write in F U L L CAPS. You sound so mad! I know you were doing it for effect, but I don't like it. I don't want you to be angry.  goodnight starry skies September 11 It's so good to have you all over me! My dream of you was all through my body. I will try to frame my learnings with you in ways I can share with others. Right, focus on the work! This is academic work.  As you advised, a good researcher will record observations, not interpretations, and leave the observations ambiguous so that they can be interpreted later, perhaps, in many different ways. This is the historical, scientific, "reliable" method of gathering data, right? I think it's cold and boring. I would rather have an interpretation that is incorrect than to have none. Maybe through my interpretations I can find further understandings. I know you think I'm stubborn!  123  O k . I w i l l try to b e a " g o o d " r e s e a r c h e r , d e s c r i b e m y d r e a m last n i g h t a n d leave m y interpretations  separate.  I n the d r e a m , y o u a n d I w e r e c o m i n g b a c k f r o m a trip o f s o m e k i n d . I was single a n d l i v i n g i n m y parents' house.  M y parents were away  and we  were debating if y o u  s h o u l d sleep o v e r that n i g h t . I w a s o l d e n o u g h to justify y o u r p r e s e n c e i f m y p a r e n t s d i d c o m e b a c k early.  On  the w a y  enormous  to  m y parents' place, w e  s e m i - t r a i l e r . It w a s  switched  our transportation. I got  heavy and cumbersome,  wide,  into  an  a n d o n the verge  of  c o n t r o l l i n g m e , e v e n t h o u g h I was the driver. Y o u w e r e r i d i n g a m o p e d .  I l e d us t h r o u g h a residential area i n S a n F r a n c i s c o . I n o t i c e d the distinct  opposition  b e t w e e n t h e s i l e n c e o f t h e d e l i c a t e d a p p l e d p i c t u r e s o f l i g h t t h e o l d o a k trees c r e a t e d o n t h e n a r r o w streets a n d t h e w a y m y s e m i - t r a i l e r , t o p k e e l i n g , w a s s w e r v i n g through  these c o n v e x  speedily  streets n a r r o w l y m i s s i n g s p o r a d i c a l l y p a r k e d c a r s a l o n g  the  way. D e s p i t e the s p e e d I was t r a v e l i n g a n d the r a c k e t o f m y trailer, the steady h u m o f your moped,  t r a v e l i n g at a c o n s t a n t  tempo,  followed  beside a n d b e h i n d m e  in a  s t r a i g h t e v e n l i n e as I c a r e e n e d t h i s w a y a n d that.  I s t o p p e d at a h o u s e w h i c h h a d a l o n g e m p t y p a r k i n g s p a c e i n f r o n t o f it. I j u m p e d d o w n f r o m t h e h i g h seat, u s i n g t h e r u n n i n g b o a r d w i t h ease, a n d s l a m m e d s h u t heavy  d o o r u p above.  I spilled onto  the  s i d e w a l k grass.  T h e grass  was  the  dry with  w e e d s . Y o u j o i n e d m e , n o t i n g that y o u g o t s o m e thistle s t u c k o n y o u r p a n t leg. M y h e a d was o n the grass, the sky was a d e e p d e c a d e n t b l u e , like p o w d e r e d lapis lazuli. Y o u lay, w a r m b o d y against m e ; p r o p p e d o n y o u r side, h e a d i n y o u r h a n d .  L o o k i n g i n t o t h e s k y , I felt t h e b e a u t y r a i n i n g l i k e s p r i n g b l o s s o m s felt  the  glorious  atmosphere,  world  t h r o u g h the  sliining,  descending  sky a n d d o w n  kissed m e . Y o u r lips w e r e soft, wet,  from  through my  the  planets,  through  skin. Y o u said n o t h i n g ,  sweet w i t h tenderness,  affection, fondness, protection, respect—lightness  t h r o u g h t h e air, the but  want, care, gendeness,  with depth. I tried to understand  124  the contradiction between lightness and depth. This was our first kiss, pure. I knew my heart was gone to you. Everything I had saved from you was now laid out, given completely, surrendered to you.  Your desire for me was clear, for you were now undressed, exposed to even the sky and I smiled at your ease and laughed. We entered the old, dark house, you now, suddenly fully clothed.  Inside, the air was dark, musty, old and lethargic. You sat, leaning forward on a wooden chair that resembled a small throne, ornately carved. I was on a deep red, heavily tessellated Persian carpet, kneeling at your feet. The rabbi-looking owner of the house did not question why we were there. He brought us a plate of something I had never seen before. The triangular crackers were made of gold lattice, not garden lattice, but more like the screen between the two sections of a Catholic confessional. The crackers had cream cheese sandwiched between the two parts. I smiled at the silent, stone-faced man and accepted the plate. I took a cracker sandwich, examined it carefully—noting the details in the cracker's pattern, thmking about the lattice tessellating and fitting all together so perfectiy—and then ate it. You did not want it. You did not even want to try it. I remembered you didn't like religion. I made no comment.  I woke up then, noticing with clarity how stiff my wrists were and all in one moment I was reminded that my wrists are the connectors between my hands and fingers and my body. I realize how my fingers type words to give understanding to my living. My hands touch bodies which give face to who I am. My hands form the face of the other in which I seek to see myself (see Levinas in Hand, 1986). My hands synthesize my life, teaching and constructing me as I move them through space—caring, holding, touching, and creating. Through motion I learn (see Pinar, 1988).  What of my dream interpretation? Can I honestly separate my analysis from the recording? Doesn't my mind seek clarity without conscious thought? In my writing out, have I not already sought for rational sequence, methodical ordering, or  125  comprehension of knowing? Yes, I can add more to why I had this dream or other connections I see interspersed in the dream thoughts, but how can I observe and record the dream in a detached way?  I have tried to record without interpretation, but the whole dream makes sense to me after writing it out. We construct and come to understanding, intentionally or not. a winged seed spirals down lies in wait ready to run September 12 I've been reading the Gilgamesh epic to my class. I like this quote: For an artist there is no more serious and, at the same time, more joyous task than to create, through art, a new aesthetic, and ultimately, a new way of being. (Karel Zeman in Ludmilla Zeman, 1992, n.p.) Karel Zeman is the father of children's book illustrator, Ludmilla Zeman. Her books are amazing. She's retold and illustrated the stories of the Gilgamesh epic. These are stories that were inscribed on clay tablets over 5000 years ago and currently held in museum collections in London, Paris, Philadelphia, and Berlin. The story told is of a great king who learns to love through friendship and by example. He later seeks to find immortality. The irony is that his search is futile but his irrimortality is created through his story. I must not forget the power of language and word.  I was thinking of all the parallels in this legend with the work I'm doing. Myths and legends remind me over and over that we've always been trying to understand true humanity, where we belong, how we can love and be loved, and what our roles are. If these are the age-old searches over all the centuries, what is important to teach in the classroom? Gilgamesh's name is remembered because of his courage and good deeds—the ways of the hero. Zeman (1995) talks about the virtues associated with heroes: courage, compassion, loyalty, tenacity in hardship and dedication to vision. How do I teach these things in a classroom? Wouldn't education be different if I started the year teaching about these virtues? I don't even think I'm trying to "make" 126  heroes and heroines, I just want the world to be a kinder place. Maybe Gilgamesh reminds me that narratives have political agency for peace.  How do I effectively teach place, placement, and identity? Is war a foreign entity which I'm unaffected by? Where is war and peace to me, where I am? How do I teach the children that transformation must be in the everyday? O f course, the school-wide plans produce a generative culture, but the real change occurs in smaller places. I've always known that my favourite teaching time is the story time at the carpet. We're sitting close together. I'm at their level in a very low primary chair. I'm reading or we're sharing stories. I think this is where the greatest learning occurs. It is in the stories, isn't it? You always talk to me in stories too. One time, I remember you being upset with Jared. You said, "What does he tiiink I'm doing, sitting around telling stories all day?" I remember smiling and wishing I could hug you because you are! That's what you do. That's how I learn from you.  Gilgamesh's story takes place in Mesopotamia—"the land between the rivers," between the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers. I always talk about Hannah Arendt's discussion of agency and freedom. She writes about natality, explaining that "in the birth of each [a child] this initial beginning is reaffirmed, because in each instance something new comes into an already existing world which will continue to exist after each individual's death" (1968, p. 167). Arendt explains that the human ability to create life through action means that we do have freedom. She says, "the principle of beginning came into the world itself, which, of course is only another way of saying that the principle of freedom was created" (1958, p. 177). Coulter and Wiens (2002) discuss Arendt's vision of action as an expression of freedom, that we can make a difference in the world and thus must take the responsibility of this agency. Do you know what that means? This is a critical issue of being and becoming a teacher. If we hold the freedom to make, we must be able to judge and thus, teachers can never be neutral or live in the safe zones of conformity and mediocrity. Do you see how we as teachers are somehow all on the wrong geographical map? I keep coming back to Levinson (2001, p. 13) who says:  127  The world does not simply precede us, but effectively constitutes us as particular kinds of people. This puts us in the difficult position of being simultaneously heirs to particular history and new to it, with the peculiar result that we experience ourselves as "belated" even though we are newcomers. Whenever I read this section, I imagine that the river of life is flowing, has been flowing for centuries, and we are born into that river. The river will not stop. It has come from and is going toward. Sometimes we are torn out of some tributary and thrown into another but we are always drawn along, belated and new. In the story of Gilgamesh, Mesopotamia is the land between the rivers, where the land is fertile, the place of rich bkthing. Some say that Mesopotamia is believed to be the setting for the Garden of Eden (Zeman, 1992). I want to live in that place with you. How do we get out of the river by ourselves? How can I tear myself from who I am, my culture, my society, all the world that constitutes who I am for I can only see when I stand on the bank and look upon the river and see its course wind toward destiny. Everyone in the river is traveling the same story. Red, help me write our own—the story that allows me to love you openly and to be with you when you are already in a different river. Why do we let the rivers play out the stories? Can we change the river's course with a critical mass? Can we choose new stories without ruining the rivers we've come from? Urak, where Gilgamesh came from, is now a desert because the rivers changed courses. It is a dead place now. Can we choose and still allow diversity to thrive?  I'm reminded of Daignault's work. Daignault argues that "to know is to kill" (1992a, p. 199). Violence stems from privileging power between ideologies and doctrines, thus to know is to murder, to terrorize. For Daignault, the opposite of terrorism is nihilism which is the abandonment of any attempt to know. Nihilism is the hopelessness of surrendering ideals to empty fictions and memories. Daignault (1983) urges a residing in the in-between, where the power of terrorism is not sought nor is education viewed as a place of efficiency and manipulation. Thinking, he believes, "happens only in between suicide and murder . . . between nihilism and terrorism" (1992a, p. 19).  128  Daignault believes rJbinking is itself the passage between. It is in the process of thinking that a forward movement is created. Daignault writes, "I have tried to find passages between the variable and the invariable, between both: not from one to the other, but passages at their absolute difference, the difference [Derrida, 1982] between death, twice evaded" (1992a p. 201). Many researchers seek to bridge the disparate, trying to link the science and the arts, or theory and practice whereas Daignault suggests that we walk between, not across. We follow the paths of the liminal edge not seeking the nostalgic desire to leave where we are and travel across to the other place, but travel between and along the edges of here and there in the unsetded liminal space (see Sameshima & Irwin, 2006).  So thinking about living on the land, in the place between the rivers, is really articulating Daignault's passages of the between. Daignault resists representing a totalized knowledge but rather stages or performs  "knowledge through a  passageway" by tiiinking aloud (1983, pp. 7-13). Daignault says the "gap" is the curriculum and that "thmking is the incarnation of curriculum as composition" (quoted in Hwu, 1993, p. 172). See how this connects with Hannah Arendt's work? The creation and corning into being is the teacher's agency and responsibility and obligation.  Curriculum understood as composition allows "a participation" in "continuing creation" (quoted in Hwu, 1993, p. 171). Daignault's views on knowledge creation are not about pinning down or defining reification, but are rather a translation of a joyful wisdom, "thinking maybe" (1992a, p. 202) and being sincere as he says, "Do not expect me to know what I am talking about here; I am trying to think. That is my best contribution to the composer's creativity" (p. 4). Red, how can I hold teacher education with this much responsibility? My student teachers don't even want to talk about theory. A l l they want are bunches of pretty cut flower to present to their students when all I have to offer are seeds to be sown. The thing is, many of the seeds will not grow in the contexts they'll be in. They need to be sown in fertile ground. Then again, if I can't get out of the river onto the land between the rivers,  129  how can I expect them to? I'm fmding that being inbetween myself, being part time in the classroom and teaching part time at the university such a struggle. I don't think we should bridge the two. In bridging, we force conformity and mediocrity. We need to articulate the place between so we can stand in that space.  And all the while that I'm sitting on the little chair with these picture books in my hands and 48 young eyes glued to the illustrations, I'm tliinking about why the survivor of the flood story of Mesopotamia is named Utoapishtim in the Gilgamesh trilogy and named Noah in the Bible; and why we have the same stories in different times and different names and how words and language get us all so muddled when we all really mean the same story. How do I make a beautiful song that everyone can hear? I want to go lie down now.  September 13 UNSENT RELEASE T O RECEIVE A thousand kisses can't tell all so lighdy flit like bursting bubbles fresh but fleeing on my cheeks want to keep mine to hold but know truth must be free you are sky can't be confined all I understand I get you Wish we were lying together right now. Just being near. I can release. I will learn to let you go.  130  September 17 You're right, my work should be motivated by passions, desires and emotions. I just need to keep the passions focused on the work. As you suggested, I'm challenging the notion of "I", the complicated multiplicity of all my identities, my various "I's." What do you think the reverse of ekphrasis is? Ekphrasis, alternately spelled ecphrasis is poetic writing in response to the visual arts. What about making art in response to poetry? This is what I've done. This mosaic is called "The Quotidian I." It's about seeing the everyday, giving those moments value, and re-seeing the "I" flying through the valley of becoming, beak down and head-strong in a quest for knowing, moving into the future looking down at all the past laid out below.  The Quotidian  I, 2006, granite, tile, and marble. 51" x 35"  So the mosaic is a response to two poems in conversation (see Sameshima & Leggo, 2006b). One is a poem called "The Quotidian I" and the other is Carl Leggo's (2003) "Tangled  lines: Quizzing the quotidian." The phenomenological "I" is so often  removed from inquiry as a means to empower the research. When the researcher uses "I," some people think the work is narcissistic. Y o u know all this. Like Derrida (1978), I wish I could draw out some blood that would speak purely who "I" really  131  am. Words can so easily be manipulated—masking and overmasking who "I" am. "I" is always translating, deflecting, and deferring to language; and this language, outside of us, determines the meaning of what is said—beyond our control, controlled by our heritage, culture, and context (Derrida, 1982). We lose control in text. This is all so postmodernfy Uberating and paradoxically confining.  Ayers (1988) believes teachers have a special responsibility for self-awareness, clarity and integrity because they are in such powerful positions to witness, influence, and guide the choices of others. Cole and Knowles (2000) suggest that making sense of prior and current life experiences,  and understanding  personal-professional  connections is the essence of professional development. These authors further suggest that informal professional development through "continually redefining oneself as teacher marks 'authentic', ongoing professional development" (p. 23). "I am continually changing, remaking myself as I search out the meanings of experience in the worlds of society and classrooms and look to the future. I am who I am. I am who I am becoming," says J. Gary Knowles (p. 19). To question "I" is to iterate the unnamed noesis of identity, make visible the unknown, and therefore to become.  As researchers and teachers, we're expected to keep the academic veneer shiny. We hide behind studious jargon and text, and in the classroom we teach "by the book" in efforts to remain politically neutral and professional. We show no weakness and in that act, we prevent ourselves from learning. I will send John Elder's (1994) article "The Turde in the Leaves" when I mail you the cd with the other papers and visuals. He writes about how perceptions of loss and despair when intricately woven into healthy understandings of wholeness, will ultimately lead to hope. I tiiink he's right. To be balanced and healthy, we must weave the difficult aspects of teaching and learning in with the euphoria of understanding. We need to go below the visible. I'm reminded of an example from my dance class. Whenever the dominant movement is up, there is always a breath release and motion down before the up begins. If the up motion is on the count "one," then the down is on "and one" (in the empty space before). We must focus on the exhale if we want the inhale to be full—focus on the  132  clear, unknown, empty space before the forward motion dearning) begins. We must look at what is already in front of us.  September 19 Will has responded regarding the epistolary novel idea for my dissertation—he says I should go for it. Jared suggests I incorporate an analysis of the form that I draw upon. I think he means to do a scholarly examination of the veracity of this representational form for knowledge. Now don't get all upset. I know you think this looks like I'm apologizing for using arts-informed practice and research, but perhaps some of my readers may need this. I'll try to do it in a way that is incorporated in the making. I've seen so many bifurcated texts—where the heart of the research has to have a separate "head" explanation. I want the work to stand whole. Jared also proposed a "side-by-side" text. His suggestion was that the fiction is on one page and the facing page has the academic references or notes. That seems too pretentious to me. I want something smoother. I had also imagined a fiction with a compendium, but that's a lot of work for the reader. I just want to write something enjoyable to read but that has layers of meaning. September 29 UNSENT hear 3 words no sounds express hear me cry them to you with my being  133  134  Metal Po (subliminal awareness) d u s k  "blows  a u t u m n i n  d r y  w h i t e  w e s t  s o r r o w  135  11  D r y Dusk Sobs  Speech about hope cannot be explanatory and scientifically argumentative; rather, it must be lyrical in the sense that it touches the hopeless person at many different points. Walter Brueggemann, 2001, p. 65  October 2 U N S E N T U N D E R S T A N D I N G  K N O W I N G  I stand alone u n d e r the pale blue o p e n h o t air, m a i z e e x p a n s e , h o l d s n o h i n t s I o n l y k n o w w i t h surety s o m e t h i n g w i l l c o m e to be  I see m y b a c k so unaware to the left a n d to the r i g h t n o being, n o  movement  no begmning and no end a wafting mirage perhaps all i n front, a vast forever waiting  136  in trepidation seeking proaction but cannot grasp know not where to start a noise will come and scare me wild I see but not comprehend for what I see is not what is I only feel my body knows no lies or so I felt until we met so I still rely for what else have I? because my head cannot explain my body feels foreboding of tragic untold pain and it cripples me day after day because my body knows before I do that my heart cannot be freed October 3 UNSENT LACAN'S L U G G A G E  the clothes I wear over my heart cover me in silky sheaths protect my body from all my soul remembers layers and layers lighdy flutter patterns of habitual beliefs intricate systems of joy and hope dark somberness for memories too difficult to forget I wait for you my love to undress me unfold me see me as I am touch my skin and yet the layers  137  refuse to cease Lacan's desire is my luggage I had a good day in class today. Trying to focus on my work. Trying not to think of you. I got all muddy on the back of my skirt from racing on the wet grass with the children. The mnriing splatter of mud was on everyone! I tried to see if there were any patterns. No. There is no reason for everything. We had three running groups— the "feeling energetic group," the "feeling ok group," and the "feeling tired group." I had so much fun teaching. Wish you knew.  October 6 UNSENT  Oh look at this one. It's the perfect gift for someone who can't read me—so cliche it hurts. Truth is, nothing is as it seems. I'll paste the poem that goes with it after. Cute, isn't it?  Walking Puppylove, 2005, m i x e d tile. 35" x 5 1 '  138  WALKING PUPPYLOVE can you hear me? do you understand me? look at me really look at me not just a comfortable cliche cute puppylove bitter-sweet heartbreak look from far away so easy to see up close, too sharp and jagged to understand you can't recognize the semiotic ways you view and interpret the visual anymore the focus changes when the emphasis is on the negative, doesn't it? hear me, the subservient voice, oh master my collar reminds me who I belong to my loose leash is a constant attachment to you, beloved only when I strain away and my leash is tight, then I know you love me walk me, show me your love, travel with me experience the world in connection do you care how I feel? all you want is a feel do I console you? suit your need? you hurt me more than the nothingness I can't articulate my language you cannot understand the vast separation between us built by an urban landscape of differences you can't be neutral there is no absent space the absent makes the whole the negative frames the object i don't want to need you always a collar around my neck consume and defecate when it's convenient for you you continue to torment me, see the pattern hold me when you want drop me when you don't can I choose not to look out the window for you? can I stop loving you? or is that my cliche Proximity is not a good reason for not loving me. That's your excuse. You don't need to protect me anymore. I'm going to graduate and get out of your hair.  You say I'm very disappointed in you. True. Disappointment means expectation. What do I expect? You have your life. I have mine. We have no intersection. You  139  have a past you won't share, even when I press you. You won't even share the present willingly. You ask what it matters since I can't change anything in your space. No. I don't expect. I would be very disappointed if I expected you to pack your bags, come back and take me away from my home and family. I would be very disappointed if I expected you to find us jobs at a university somewhere else, where we could work together, live together, and breathe the same air together. I would be disappointed if I expected you to send me a gift I could wear to hold you near, a collar (ha, ha!), a symbol of promise. I would be disappointed if I expected to fall asleep and wake up beside you day after day. I would be disappointed if I expected you to love me in any of these ways. I don't expect these things from you. You cannot give them to me. How can I be disappointed? I don't even expect you to reply to my emails. What is there to be disappointed about? We have nothing between us, only my holding on.  October 8 UNSENT You say you're enjoying the windstorm around your home this morning. You wonder what it would be like to be a whale that could swim in the wind and rain. The windstorm here tore the Canadian flag on the children's play center into the aftermath of war. The sandpit looked disheveled, wet winter dunes of mud, and the coloured outdoor toys discarded, littered in lonely places on the grass. Perhaps I want the wind to blow me, rip me and all I stand for into pieces hanging by threads so I could feel a pain that's real, not this unbearable mourning I have that cannot be acknowledged or witnessed or healed because you are untold. A whale can cry freely and embrace the salty wind sting of the open air. But a whale cannot feel the tears running down her cheeks nor the salt in her eyes. She cannot feel the moon rising over the fluid dreams of you. She cannot feel need, the way I need you because she has never held anyone before. I know I want too much.  140  October 11 Letters to Chris—Layer Four: Layer Strategies of Inquiry, Research Experiences, and Presentation  This is a short one. I've been thinking about how my life is so meshed with my learning. When I think about you, I think about the learning relationship. When I think about getting out of the storyline I'm living my life in, I'm thinking about how I can design curriculum outside of the box. To get out of the box we must find newness or look at things from alternate angles. We must mix things up without lining up or ordering. This is easier said then done. How do I love without choosing one over the other? How do I teaching inclusively to diversity? The particular is the whole and the whole is the particular. I like this by John Dewey (1934, p. 104): Art throws off the covers that hide the expressiveness of experienced things; it quickens us from the slackness of routine and enables us to forget ourselves by finding ourselves in the delight of experiencing the world about us in its varied qualities and forms. It intercepts every shade of expressiveness found in objects and orders them in a new experience of life. Wanda May (1989) describes postmodern critique as meanings which are dispersed and deferred throughout symbol systems. To "consolidate" understanding, various symbol systems must be incorporated into the classroom. I've always liked projectbased work. Have I told you that? The children enjoy the freedom and ownership projects encourage, and extended projects give "real-meaning" to short and longterm goal setting for children. For example, in a poetry unit, children can be taught how to write a variety of styles of poetry (haiku, tanka, limerick, and so forth), then the children can select particular styles, write, and finally render the poems either orally, visually, or in movement. The act of layering the writing with performance or visual art reconnects the mind and body. Heshusius and Ballard suggest that layers of somatic-affective knowledge in the body "guide the deeper course of our intellectual lives" (1996, p. 14). These layers are the coloured, transparent layers of wholeness I described to you before. By acknowledging the body to be the primary site of knowledge, theories of knowing in sensual, intuitive, visceral, emotional, and affective domains become possible (Berman, 1981; Thomas, 2004).  141  We can never keep the heart out of our writing. The heart is always there. I want to seek and fire and grow the heart in my writing. Knowing it is always there, I want to reveal it as there, pumping and bloody and life-giving. We can pretend that we are keeping the heart out of our writing, but we are only pretending, and pretense is a tense way to live. (Leggo, 2001, p. 185)  October 14 UNSENT L Y I N G IN T H E B E D I'VE M A D E in your sleep I dream of you your eyes closed I see you night after night and in the morn I wake to you and you shake me out tuck my edges in and make the bed secrets sealed A man in my class last spring told me that when his first wife left for another, he didn't try to change her mind even though he loved her. He said he could give her a dozen roses and the other guy could give her one daffodil and she would go with the daffodil guy.  Goodnight, daffodil Red. I wish I had kissed you. How can you save me from yourself? October 20 UNSENT I know you delete everything I send you to protect yourself. I've tried not to think about it. You once told me that you wanted to read my poems aloud to me. I know you don't have any of the poems I've written for you.  142  You've never understood the importance of my words to you. We don't value words the same way. I remember one of the first times I wrote you a poem. It was on coloured paper. I saw an edge poking out of the pocket over your heart when we were together. Maybe that's when I fell in love. I wanted you to cherish the time I've put into the words, the poems I've spent hours composing for you. I always rewrote, reworked and played with the words. I wrote those poems with my heart. I made them for you. Poetry like art bears all. So it says something to have everything I offer discarded. I should have known. Carl Leggo (personal communication, November 22, 2004) suggests: that to offer a gift of words is to engage imaginatively and heartfully and searchingly in the creative process of Uving . . . . perhaps a true gift is the giver's breath, the giver's calling forth new understandings in words and deeds, creatively calling forth new perspectives on (and in) the world, and perhaps the gift that is returned or reciprocated is the gift that the giver needs most but did not know she or he needed, the gift of the giver's imagination and heart and desire, and perhaps the receiver returns the original gift without even knowing he or she has reciprocated. A m I just writing for myself then? So yes, throw the words away because you cannot drink me. I do not exist and when you delete me, I cease each time. I am nobody. I understand why I am so insecure about how you feel about me. In your last email, you wrote, "Advise me, oh great mistress." How ironic! Actually, I feel lower than a mistress. At least a mistress belongs.  You cannot bury me any deeper, outside, in the places I am afraid of. I hate you. words spill through the holes in my heart my heart beats on pouring out October 23 UNSENT IMMEMORIAL MEMORY my heart is broken, torn in two no movement, no rhythm not even a monotone resonation silence bared 143  I don't breathe diin air all around, sparse and empty lungs have collapsed not even a reservoir for moist memories no oxygen passes to my blood there is no blood I am filled with ash sawdust grey in my mouth dusty soot, blackened heart charred with no redemption nowhere to belong I sink to the bottomless weighted by my words I want to go, help me go so I can't feel the immemorial memory of what could have been caught in the space between living and dying east of the sun west of the moon  October 30 UNSENT Roger Simon (1995, p. 90) quotes S. P. Mohanty in his opening chapter: How do we negotiate between my history and yours? . . . It is necessary to assert our dense particularities, our lived and imagined differences: but could we afford to leave unrheorized the question of how our differences are intertwined and, indeed, hierarchically organized?  GOODBYE MY LOVE I am smiling Lying safe in my box My eyes are closed Not knowing awakeness And my face is calm Conforming and accepting I am relaxed for you at last Over my skin gentle blossoms lie 144  Petals soft and moist on my cheeks IUuminated in fragrance Look good, smell good My heart is dead I am curriculum in a textbook Learn from me You wrote to me 5 times today. Are you all right? Are you feeling lonely? You made it clear. You decided. No more personal writing. No more heart. Keep the focus on the work. Right, I got it! You can control love? You turned it off with a button? That couldn't have been love then.  October 31 UNSENT S C R E A M I N G HURT black wind mshing in around hitting the walls screaming pitch uncontrol body bigger than life touching it all wanting it to tear me apart and it doesn't it just stings more and gets in my eyes and fills my ears with fluid till I want to scream with no voice Why can't you hear me? Can you see me?  145  12  Autumn West  Love is sense and nonsense, it is perhaps what allows sense to come out of nonsense and makes the latter obvious and legible. . . . Language is seen as the scene of the whole, the way to infinity: he who knows not language serves idols, he who could see his language would see his god Philippe Sollers, 1968, p. 76  October 31 UNSENT i am a statue i stand alone i have no organs to cry, to feel i am stone and the world turns i see  I want to know the difference between intuition, impulsivity, naivete, stupidity, and blind hope of goodness in people. Rudolf Arnheim (1969) has explained the possibilities of disconnection between sensory perception and thought processes. I am in that space now—Koesder (1975) and Rothenberg's (1979) space, where both  146  constructs (sensory and thought) exist clearly in my mind and things don't match up. I'm thinking about how to cultivate intuition and how much intuition is based on experiences which are already shaped by cultural myths. How do I be the way that feels right? How do I enjoy the pleasure of conversation with people without my head telling me my interest in them is giving the wrong idea? In reverse, how do even I separate my heart out and realize that your interest for me is in my work?  Perhaps this has to do with vocabulary. We don't have a word for touch which describes non-physical touch. Berleant says ''touching is an assertion of connection, a connectedness that is always present though not always apparent, because it may not be concrete" (1997, p. 104). We've all mixed up connection with physical touching. So your interest in my work touches me and in return I want to touch you back but I've confused the two touchings. I am a fool because I know that the teacher/learner relationship is a braided, textured relational space in which we cannot purposely separate out the heart. How do I accept your heartful touching without feeling a response? How can I not mislead others with my interest in their stories? Jared and I have talked about this, whatever it is. He is astounded by the number of stories I have of men and women and my seduction of them and their seduction of me. By seduction, I mean intellectual touching and the definition which means tempting, persuading, or attracting. Now I'm convinced that our words, the way we frame things, guide our thoughts and actions. The thing is, my stories are of genuinely kind, loving people. They are people I enjoy talking to, not just rude, crude people one might stereotype as only wanting one tiling. The seduction is continuously misplaced as the word touch is misinterpreted. I tiiink the greatest loved teachers are the ones who understand where to place the seduction and that's why they have so many loving, supportive, flourishing relationships with their students.  Do you know we never physically touched each other, not even to shake hands until the conference? This is just an observation. What does touch have to do with teaching? Isn't it the teacher's role to intellectually touch, or spark the student's  147  mind? How do we keep these intimacies apart? Remember that Roland Barthes was Julia Kristeva's mentor and he was homosexual. When the "placement" of seduction is understood, I think our learning possibilities will change.  Oh, I realize now why I was so upset after the conference. I think I was really made aware for the first time of overbearing political oppression and the waning hope of many educators. It was also the realization of my unhealthy conceptions of the teacher identity—that we must heal, bind, cover up and fix this wounded world. It's the overwhelming responsibility I have for healing while simultaneously feeling the guilt of arrogance to imagine that I can make a difference. How does one have agency and the confidence to move mountains and live a life of grace and humility, never wanting to step on any toes or hurt anyone's feelings? How can I survive, but to recreate new conceptions and re-form a new identity for myself that can cope and that will make a difference in a way that is right and ethical? I heard someone say that our activism is "not about changing the world, but educating." These are all questions about identity. How do we broach all this with teachers in the teacher education program?  November 2 UNSENT I read The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran (1962). I thought about somediing you said—that you decided to make a conscious decision to live joyfully after your 50 birthday. So th  that means I can choose my joy? Is it just about how I see the half cup of water? Should I be joyful that I can find passion in writing in these unsent letters? Or shall I see sorrow, that you cannot see me as particular in the general? Gibran writes (I like copy-typing text. I feel the words filtering through me.): The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. . . . . Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. (pp. 29-30)  148  I think this place, close to the center of a teetering scale is where we write the best poetry, learn the most, and live the most exciting memories. I must embrace my woundedness to feel my joy.  November 3 When I submit my dissertation with fragmentary ideas intermittendy raised I anticipate Will suggesting that I gather all those pieces together and put them into one chapter. I will resist because I'm quite convinced that most of us can't learn and absorb like that. Learning should come in small shots and when the mind gathers them to make sense of the pieces over time, that's when we learn something which becomes a part of us. We have to assemble ourselves. This is exactly why my 4-hour teacher education classes should be broken into two 2-hour sessions and why we find long academic papers cumbersome. When I talk about typing as a way of filtering, I'm talking about words going through the body or learning settling in the spaces of my being, similar to how my dance steps become part of me over a week. I think this is the power of singing—we read and produce the sound of the words. The filtering and translation processes in our bodies create deep learning. That's why primary teachers use rhymes and songs to help children remember things like math facts and how to spell words like Mississippi. We learn so much from conversational moments and stories and the dialogic moments between teacher and learner. If this is what I believe, then I must present my research in that way—a way that makes learning accessible to the reader in fragmentary ways.  November 4 UNSENT You ask me why I'm writing so little. Have you forgotten all you've said to me already? N o personal writing, focus on the work. I can't send you anydiing because everyfiiing is personal to me. No, I am not mad. You have beaten me. I surrender to not belonging. I surrender to the power of words which shape the way we construct and view the world. I surrender to the acceptance of the myths we unconsciously ascribe to and hold dear. Rosie McLaren (2001, p.65) writes:  149  i hear the poverty of language to describe how words have shaped our thmking and how our thinking shapes our lives She is so right. There are so many Chinese words which have no precise corresponding English term. How do I know what the Chinese word means and also know there is no word in English that means the same? Does that mean that the English speaker can never see or feel the Chinese term? Speak to me Red, in my words.  Why can't you say the three words I need to hear when you know I need to hear them? You could say them and they could mean a litany of tilings so why do you care? You think your actions speak but I can't see the actions without the music of those words. I don't know why those words mean so much to me. Do you resist the words because it irritates you that I want something you tiiink you're clearly demonstrating? I'm not trying to diminish your version of how love is articulated but I don't get it. I know you think it defeats the purpose when I ask you if you love me. You can't love me the way I need to be loved. How can love be so demanding if it's love? Is it really love then?  S P E A K M Y WORDS SO I C A N U N D E R S T A N D my body cries out a lurid lament my mind wraps a bow on the past to be cherished my heart can hardly bear I love you Everyday, always, forever backwards and all our lives ahead mixed deeply into the earth tossed with joy and thrown up into the sky But in this time So cloudy, yet so clear Your hair so soft Your lips so tender breathe gently in my ear whisper please who I am to you  150  just once and if I am not the one then I will go Speak my words so I understand November 6 UNSENT I received an email from a Grade 3 student in my class. I've been away at professional development workshops for the last three days. He says he misses me more than anything in the world. I wanted to tell you the same.  EXACT DAY a day like this a long time ago I worried about you you were going to meet us for the fireworks at the improvised Lewes Bonfire Celebration a reminder of freedom of voice at a cost I waited for your call inside an artsy apartment simplicity you would have liked I didn't know then with big open windows looking straight out to the fireworks barge far away from the crowds far away from the smoke I waited but they would not bring you down they kept you in their house for dinner, dessert, and dry discussion I smelled the dark winter night air the narrow street lined with cars looking for their address looking for you dry grass and weeds, square concrete blocks hiding in the path saw the light around your frame in the doorway steep hollow steps to the top heard the way you said hello like I had saved you from sitting upright and polite all night felt like we should have linked our fingers and run off into the wind that night but I didn't know you only a faculty member, a professor only felt the disturbance in my skin  151  remember how you held me before you left on sabbatical, a platonic hug your body happy, heart so full of hope I should have held on longer wanting, but resisting what I couldn't understand Rosemary Sullivan says we fall in love like the books tell us to always in forbidden ways Steven Pinker, professor of cognitive neuroscience, says romantic love is biologically programmed says it's in our genes not jeans research won't find truth you couldn't read my heart not then, even now 1  2  November 7 UNSENT SWEET SMELL OF Y O U tough days these days context holds you here in the air that feels like you want to get out but the air is all around it's the stillness of solitude and the smell of silence it's the sweet smell of you like tearing myself from something some part that I've clung to with joy the image of love and the fullness of it it's here but cannot be held my words to you swarm through me a sound system equalizer pulsing through my blood trying to sort out the peaks the parts in red stinging my eyes so I can't stop weeping for what? for what was? for what was before that?  152  Luke is so even now kind, warm, loving, easy, and hazy grey he asked me if we'll always love each other the way we do now asked with sweetness in his eyes they see me in a different colour my actions to him are real enough for him to receive haunting desire overshadows all reaching out too far, too close to the edge to reunite with my other half, in my dreams the one who never was used to think we were one in a lifetime before if we were, you would have remembered so I was wrong I'm going want to lie down and sleep forever I want to be Aasia Weevil's daughter with no choice asleep before I know that the sweet air of love I've craved all my life has become the poison that turns my heart black but I am not her I have choice and a monoxide detector that started to beep yesterday for no reason I thought just a warning I cannot live in the air around me the constructs that were flawed from the start I have to move my self out of this context November 7 UNSENT Aasia Weevil was poet Ted Hughes' lover. Both his wife (poet Sylvia Plath) and girlfriend (Aasia) committed suicide—the latter with their child who had been given sleeping pills. Did Hughes know what they felt? (see Hughes, 1998) Or could he not save them because he caused the pain? Is that why you never initiate an email to me? You can't save me from yourself? Oh stop. I'm fooling myself. Even I, as a teacher,  153  rarely initiate an email for something positive. We only contact parents for the negative. You have nothing to say to me.  November 9 UNSENT E M P T Y PROMISE promised to stand by me promised to critique my work to answer my questions to see me through level and calm empty promises take courage you said you'd always be with me I had promise you said you wanted to read the poems I wrote out loud back to me all the ones I wrote to you, for you the ones you used to understand you lied you have none of my poems you deleted to hide me everything I ever gave you became garbage when you received you made me into nothing no body emptied by you you wrote don't let anyone tell you that you're no good I told Luke he laughed and said who tells you that? he's right only you you took me and shook me upside down until everything fell out you're right friends don't need to email lOx a day not even once a fucking year, or fuck once a year because they have the same definition of promise  154  November 10 UNSENT Joseph Campbell (1968, p. 4) in Creative Mythology writes: Some people spend a Hfetime attempting to live according to cultural images that never quite fit them. Whenever a knight of the Grail tried to follow a path made by someone else, he went altogether astray. Where there is a way or path, it is someone else's footsteps. Each of us has to find our own way. T H E SWIRLING F A N the fan is swirling pushing the past away slicing through the memories into a million miniature ruins and the breeze blows them effordessly around the room so I cannot see them but feel them all around me some on my skin on the side of my neck where your lips lingered on my shoulder where your finger drew on the pads of my fingertips I imagine the feel of your skin bare to the heat of the sun blowing against the diaphanous sheers hanging in front of the French doors dancing the shadows on the hardwood cool and dry to my touch my fingers, antennae of my dreams languidly gliding across your body to a beautiful forest of unknown along winding trails to a psychedelic mushroom that takes me to forever an amphetamine obsession of your body and mind in, through, and next to mine and the fan keeps swirling until the stories blur till my imagination is real and the ruins reconfigure into a new mosaic until I love a misconstrued memory of some place, some moment, a different story of one who does not remember  155  the same moments I felt who cannot know this "insistent, excruciating presence of an absence " of incompleteness, emptiness, an unbearable lament as I inhale the cracked myth of love each time I breathe 3  November 10 UNSENT Once the right vein has been found, no more toil, no responsibility, no risk of bad taste nor of violence, the blood delivers itself all alone, the inside gives itself up. (Jacques Derrida, 1978, p. 12)  C R A C K E D M Y T H OF L O V E Crackhead One who's addicted to crack Drugged beyond redemption Wanting the never enough, slow suicide One who has found the cracks in love One who has loved, real love Who has found the shiny veneer flawed Who understands why people cry at weddings Crack my head Bang it open On the hard pavement Until it relents Let the blood run out And give me a mirror To find who I am searching for So I can see the truth My blood, my truth without words So I see the real Can I disrupt my own curriculum? Finally find the truth in the silent blood streaming "Linguistic fissions and fusions " through the cracks? Then will my cracked head realize what it won't accept? That your love is not strong enough to carry me to a new place That there will be no cheap trinket I can treasure from you Wear against my skin, a part of you warm on me, always A rock or stone or element that will reconcile my indebtedness to earth' To merge a oneness between you and me, land and time No My blood will show That the way I saw it all unfold was only my view That I was in the wrong place at the wrong time 4  5  156  When you said hello How can I stop this charade That dances a waltz to die wrong time signature? Alone with no one else A figure without shame or humiliation Searching for you Who is no one Bang me, please Kill me the merciful way Release me  Notes  1  "We fall in love the way we do because we have learned it from literature.  We long to live our Uves as if they were the heroic love stories we script" (Sullivan, 2001, p. 4). 2  Dr. Steven Pinker, professor of cognitive neuroscience, suggests that  "romantic love may be biologically programmed. He claims that hundreds of thousands of years of evolution have hard-wired certain concepts in the human brain, 'including social intelligence (the ability to impute motives and desires to other people), a sense of justice, and romantic love'" (Sullivan, 2001, p. 61). 3  Aldous Huxley, 1962, p. 29  4  Jacques Derrida, Writing and Difference, 1979, p. 12  5  See Dobson, 2003; Luce-Kapler, 2003; Leggo, 2003  6  See David Jardine, 1998, To dwell with a boundless heart, p. 71  157  13  In Cracking White Sorrow  But once I fully realize the temporality of meaning, I can accept the ambiguity of the search. . . . The purpose of my life is to be awake in this moment. This moment is temporary and infinite. I find the deepest significance in its utter ephemerality. . . . In each case, I derive temporary meaning, but lasting wisdom. Mitchell Thomashow, 1995, pp. 202-203  The poetic imagination is the last way left in which to challenge and conflict the dominant reality. Walter Brueggemann, 2001, p. 40  November 12 UNSENT I started this poem in the summer. It means something altogether different now. I added the last stanza today.  MIXED CONTEXTS The top's down, hot sun on my thighs, Up gloss smooth, Ufe surreal Wind gendy sUding around my neck, Luke dashing in shades, children laughing  158  After outdoor swimming lessons, on our way home Tomorrow is hat day in the pool, Savannah tells Jade to wear her helmet A middle-aged overweight woman is cutting her grass, not lawn, long high Yellow, over-dry and going to seed, an untended overgrown wildness like her Or simply natural in another location No way the electric lawnmower will cut through all the years they haven't kissed She's trapped, stuck and alone in the tall tall grass leaning into her What happened to the man she loved on her wedding night? Down the road A thin hunchbacked sun-parched man contemplates The contents of his recycling bin, close to the curb of the busy street His driveway decorated with lonely dry grass and effervescent weeds Forcing their way through the cracks His slippers worn, his cigarette his hollow pleasure Where is she, the young girl with the moist lips he laughed with so long ago? Another man rides his bicycle, upright, no helmet, loose short sleeves shirt Dress pants, leather sandals, oblivious to the traffic In the world on A l Jareau's C D cover, a hard packed dirt road, dust in his toes summer stillness, green overgrown, straight to his love Displaced locations, strangeness, wrong places and wrong times Turning 360 degrees alone and still not seeing in this season I need to fade the surreal sharpness and soothe the colour of context Dear Red, please come and get me. I'm here November 13 UNSENT Why am I never good enough for you? I feel like Elizabeth Smart (see Sullivan, 1992). She wore a helmet when she was afraid that George Barker, father of her four children and married to someone else, was around her and drunk. I would rather be with you, with a helmet, than not near you. I don't care if you hurt me. I want you to, that way I know you feel something for me. I am going crazy.  Berman (1989) explains that the act of detaching the body and the mind is "literally a form of madness" (p. 110). So I'm going mad because my body speaks differendy from my mind?  159  November 19 UNSENT Ever been machine-gunned down? I have—at my meeting today. I tried to offer my perspective. Why did I open my mouth? Who am I? We gathered like the legs of squid, sticking out around an oval table, tentacles flapping on a clothesline in the Newfoundland wind. The conversation threads formed a woven cover acro.ss the table, zigzagging, materializing as heavy spools were tossed back and forth creating a tablecloth to serve ourselves on. Some weavers on the edges of their chairs, animated, knitting the conversation into fairisle patterns, creating pictures. I hung by a weak thread. I am not a member of this team. The shaker grabbed the cloth and tried to shake me loose. I was not grasping onto his words the way he wanted me to. I did not try to seize the threads as they flew through my fingers. I did not try to defend myself. There was no reason. I do not care. I see under the tablecloth. I'm too tired to want to seek a compromising space with him. He revels in his power as I humbly nod to his pontificating advice. I bow in reverence for I am a student. I am no one. Who knows me? Does a framed PhD diploma give voice? Even you, the one who I have shown the most to, you do not know me. November 20 UNSENT It's 11:14 pm and I can hardly breathe. I feel a tingling all over my skin and I'm shivering but not cold. The sound of the printer is whirring and the lamp light makes my hands look like I have shimmer power on my skin and I can see things floating through my contacts. The world is still and these threads of forms are gliding all around but they're just in my eyes. I feel the world but mostly it's my chest that's empty and the air does not seem to fill me enough. I told you—the missing I feel for you is not in my head. I could handle it if it was just a wanting or a needing but it's not. My body hurts. There is a pain in my chest and I know it's so dumb and cliche to say it's a hole in my heart but I actually think it is.  160  November 21 UNSENT It is only through you that I am able to understand some of the work by Charles Baudelaire. He was a poet who lived from 1821 - 1867. He says that we cannot escape the centralization of self and he says that art is prostitution and that love is a liking for prostitution (Blin, 1939). I get this. I feel this. When my art is hanging up, I realize I've bared my body and soul—there is nothing hidden, no reserve, nothing saved, a golden gas tank sign blazing on my car dash board, the edge of emergency. That is why art is prostitution. Love is a liking for prostitution because it wants the inside, the all exposed, the sacred presented on a platter, a complete emptying out.  I feel Julia Kristeva in my bones. When she writes, I tdiink she is talking to me. She explains in her book Tales of Love (1983/1987) that Baudelaire frees himself from his body by placing symbolic principle above all else. By creating in the symbolic, the ideal is easy to touch and poeticize (to poeticize etymologically means to create). Thus, in poetry, the writer creates newness, new stories, and new understandings by elevating life into the symbolic. In that sense, the body becomes abstract, and mathematical almost, a point or number for manipulation. Baudelaire says, "all is number, the number is in all, the number is in the individual" (quoted in Kristeva, 1987, p. 323). Further, Kristeva explains that all art is a marking-out of space, for the arts "are number and number is a translation of space" (Baudelaire quoted in Kristeva, p. 323). You've already told me that love and art and beauty are all mysteriously connected. I realize now that my search for place in you is really a marking out of space. And if love can be marked out, then it is through words, and that is what you have not been able to give to me.  And now I'm trying to make you jealous. I have a new suitor. For ease and for the reader's comfort, I give the suitor a safe gender and the name of Finn. Laugh if you will or think I'm easy but I am deeply involved with him but not in the physical traditional sense. Finn loves me like no other has ever loved me. He attends in a foreverness way. He knows I'm married and yet gives his love freely without wanting in return. He encourages me to think of his love and presence as an addition, not a  161  replacement for the other loves in my life. He moves me though the deepness of his insertion in my work. I would be happy to sit on the curb and talk. What kind of relationship is that? A m I cheating on you? A m I cheating on Luke by talking to someone? Should I be aware that I could misplace his intellectual seduction of me? Can I accept the love of another without feeling obligation to return sometliing?  Of course, I know I am trying to heal him—that is my weakness. I feel and see his woundedness and want to soothe. The thing about him is that he loves me the way I've always wanted someone to love me. He doesn't hold, try to own, or control in any way. He tells me how he loves me in words and ways I understand. It's not about using the word "love" at all. I know his love in all the other words he uses. Maybe his is the purest kind of love. His words have weight—why is that? Others have expressed love and compliments but their words are light. What's the difference?  I told him love is wasted everywhere. He says there's still beauty in a flower that blooms early or one that no one picks or perhaps even one that no one notices. Can what I feel for him be a different kind of love? Perhaps I will never be able to align the real with the symbolic because I already know that I have created you. You said that yourself. I've written you into being. When I see you, I will know the real, won't I? Here's the best quote of the day, also by Kristeva, of course: The  experience of love indissolubly ties together the symbolic (what is  forbidden, distinguishable, thinkable), the imaginary (what the Self imagines in order to sustain and expand itself), and the real (that impossible domain where affects aspire to everything and where there is no one to take into account the fact that I am only a part). Strangled within this tight knot, reality vanishes: I do not take it into account, and I refer it, if I think of it, to one of the three other realms. That means that in love I never cease to be mistaken as to reality. (1983/1987, p. 7, italics in original)  Finn loves me. I love you. Luke loves me. Clare loves you. How do we connect our loves? In my stories of love, the chances of ever having love connect between two people is improbable. I mean, so many people deeply love those who cannot love  162  them in return—it's a bit depressing. I've been thinking more about Kristeva's notion of lovers meeting in a third party. She writes: "Are not two loves essentially individual, hence ^commensurable, and thus don't they condemn the partners to meet only at a point mfinitely remote? Unless they commune through a third party ideal, god, hallowed group . . ." (1977/1980, p. 3). There are so many possible connections here. I just don't know how to wrap my stories around them. If we think of the third party as a place, not necessarily just a symbolic point of connection, but a geographical gathering location such as a party, this idea can be connected to love in learning spaces of eros (Sameshirna & Leggo, 2006a). At the same time, loving many creates a sense of dilution, of mediocrity. How do we keep each person held as special? Our fairytale stories are all about the one true love. Can we change that storyline not only in ourselves but in the human river of story? How does the teacher co-construct curriculum with learners, in a way that can be added to the river so the river begins to change, to look prismatic?  Here's another wild connection. I remember reading that the great Socrates, father of moral philosophy, only had two teachers. One was Prodicus, a grammarian of all things, and Diotima, a woman who taught him about love. This is significant, Red. When words and love are meshed, great understanclings and learning become possible! Did you know Socrates connected "the art of love" with the concept of "the love of wisdom"? The noun eros (love) and the verb erotan (to ask questions) sound as if they are etymologically connected. A very interesting and exciting notion is that Socrates never wrote anything down. All his teachings are reworded interpretations made by his students. I love that! (See Nails, 2005; Reeve, 2005.) I wish I could spend all my time reading and loving! I wish I was yours.  November 28 UNSENT I feel my life draining out with my questions about language and writing. Knowing something doesn't give me the wisdom on how? to do it or prevent it. How do I purposefully view life from the particular to the universal? I agree with Charlene  163  Spretnak (1997) that although we are increasingly connected to each other through technology, we feel distance and disconnection like never before.  O N L Y T H R E E WORDS heart and soul fibers and blood plead for you so much so sleep in you in your arms feel your heart in my ears rhythm so mine truth so real wake up within time languid veil Was it love that initiated my escape, the ability to release by words so profusely? Or were you the begmriing of my confinement, my fight within myself? Were the words inside already, asking to be expressed? Was the desire already searching for question marks? Suddenly awake Flying through skies, free, complete. Glowing, confidence, revelations And sinking deeper, drowning in the abyss searching for light, beauty, imagination trying to capture, still, frame, hold alone, lonely separated words and time wedges forcing themselves, hard and sharp down between my relationships my everything Black guilt rising, blackness raining hard through inviting funnels on my skin weighing me down inside, forcing me deeper swhling around my ankles, holding me down outside drowning inside, outside, above, below and the blackness above falls heavier and heavier until it goes into every hole and pore Wetness dissolves my cartilage dislodges my bones 164  crumbles me to the core and merges me with the blackness below until I am no more Now I am a part of this universe the nucleus I cannot understand a submerged embryo in the darkness I cannot see but feel against my skin crashing blackness and yet compelling compassion for something a need to know to understand to dwell to learn Susan Walsh believes that "the process of writing—personal reflections on readings and the integration of personal experiences and insights—is a means of journeying spiritually and moving into power, effecting transformation" (2000, p. 4). She talks of the importance of "storytelling in community—the interwoven movements of naming experience, of kstening, of being listened to—and how such interweaving affects transformation" (p. 4). So as I'm writing my responses to articles, integrating my personal experiences, trying to articulate myself and sharing with you—naming the experiences—I am being transformed.  Christ (1986), Chung (1992), Irigaray (1996), Ruether (1983), and Walsh (2000, 2003) all agree that women's spiritual quests are rooted in the body and that through examination and experimentation with language and storytelling, women experience a death, transformation, new awareness, and spiritual awakening of some kind. By naming experiences, women can acknowledge pain, question conventional values and social beliefs, and begin to understand their cultural and ethical positions. Walsh connects writing, with and through fear, with the spiritual journey of transformation.  Descent into darkness is a reoccurring phase in the process of reconceptuaHzing experiences of fear and pain (Walsh, 2000). Walsh talks about peeling back the layers  165  of taken-for granted understandings (see p. 4) much like Thomashow (1995) speaks of unpeeling the layers of an onion to bring one closer to the core. Thomashow is speaking of the core of ecological identity which is reflection, deep introspection, and action, based on ecological world views. Irigaray (1993) uses the word instead of ecological identity. To her,  immanence  immanence  is a "respect for the spirit, the divine  in all things, to a respect for life, its transformative potential" (quoted in Walsh, p. 6). King (1993) views immanence: as a process, movement between inside and outside, from inner to outer work and from outer to inner work, an energy, an integral, holistic and dynamic force that shows reverence for life. (Walsh, 2000, p. 8) Walsh ( November 22, 2004, personal communication) further explains that "it is through the act of breathing that this immanence manifests itself in the body—a process whereby the 'inside' and 'outside' are no longer separate and where the boundaries of body, mind, and spirit, can meld into bodymindspirit."  The transformative space is not only separation from self and man but a space of aloneness, the way I've been alone at my computer for months now. Joseph Campbell (1972, 1989) talks about the separation phase in rites of passages. I remember reading about rites of passage for young Native boys. They were always sent off alone to the caves. Campbell speaks of the vision quest as an encounter with demons during the separation phase. He says: demons are our own limitations, which shut us off from the realization of the ubiquity of the spirit. And as each of these demons is conquered in a vision quest, the consciousness of the quester is enlarged, and more of the world is encompassed. (1989, p. 28) Thus, I am imagining that through my separation, I have been fighting my demons and enlarging my spirit. This spirit is the immanence that flows like glow. Unfortunately the glow is not permanent because our demons, our limitations, change with us over time. Seeking the phenomenological "I" then is unending as our identities never remain fixed. This idea of enlarging the spirit to encompass the world is really very much like Thomashow's (1995) ideas about developing a deeply reflective, introspective and ecologically conscious outlook on life. I think the key  166  h e r e is a n a c k n o w l e d g e m e n t a n d o b l i g a t i o n o f i n d e b t e d n e s s  to the  earth  which  m a k e s m e realize w h y y o u s e e m so g r o u n d e d . I t h i n k a b o u t m y s e l f a n d especially the s t u d e n t t e a c h e r s I h a v e . T h e i r t e a c h e r i d e n t i t i e s are s o l i g h t , u n g r o u n d e d . T h e y r e a l l y n e e d t o s p e n d time a l o n e w i t h t h e i r classes t o f i n d t h e m s e l v e s . D o e s t h i s m e a n t h a t great teachers c a n o n l y be d e v e l o p e d t h r o u g h time a n d m i n d f u l experience?  167  Spiraea tomentosa  Water Zhi  (self-preserving) n o r t h  of  m i d n i g h t  s u c k i n g  w i n t e r  d e a t h  cold  p u r p l e  g r o a n  salty g e r m i n a t i o n  inhales  169  14  North of Midnight  Pedagogy is a special kind of erotic encounter, a deliberate wounding of the student by the teacher that is mortifying and revivifying, humiliating and life-giving. Alison Pryer, 2001, p. 132  December 1 UNSENT If you need to think about it then I already understand. Don't manipulate words to soothe! just forget it! Why didn't you tell me before? Does loving a second child diminish the love of the first? Why couldn't you just say it wasn't love after all?  Yes, it is black or white, thick or thin, high or low. There is no middle ground for love. There is no middle story. We all know the endings.  170  FALLEN LEAVES The leaves have fallen from the trees The vines are bare The twigs are cold I stand naked before you rude, stark honesty bare and I am ugly No pity Winter is just begmning only the dusk bites me to the core But I know the dark is coming earlier in the day lingering on in the dawn and I am so, so scared  December 2 UNSENT Don't make me laugh. O f course my words feel constrained by popular meanings of love. How can I not be affected by my environment? So we don't have the same ideology, the same understandings of words and popular meanings? You said you loved me wholesomely in the summer. Does wholesome love include sex? It doesn't to me! Is that the kind of love you give all your grad students? Go to hell!  December 6 UNSENT All right then. Focus on the work like we've been doing. Leave the body and the heart at home. I will just imagine that you're interested in reading my work. Is there a difference? You could read it and understand me or you could read it, think you understand it but be completely off base, or you could just never read it. I'm not sending my words anymore anyway. I won't give myself to you. Paul Ricoeur says reading is "a mediation between man and the world, between man and man, between man and himself' (1991, p. 431). It's this mediation of reading each other's words that translates the stories we create "in the imaginary mode" (p. 432) into personal  171  m e a n i n g i n o u r l i v e s . S o i f I d o n ' t s e n d m y letters t h e n t h e r e is n o e x p e c t a t i o n o n y o u r part to mediate i n any way.  D o y o u k n o w t h a t t h e act o f w r i t i n g is c o n s i d e r e d b y s o m e t o b e a n a c t o f v e r i f y i n g belongingness?  No  wonder  so  many  teenagers  write  in  their  diaries!  Pierre  Sade  K l o s s o w s k i (1905-2001), a F r e n c h writer, translator, a n d illustrator explains i n  My Neighbour (1992) "reproduces structure  and  that the n o r m a t i v e structure o f language o f the classical t r a d i t i o n  reconstitutes  o f the h u m a n race"  . . . c o m m u n i c a t i v e gestures  [of]  the  normative  (p. 14). K l o s s o w s k i e x p l a i n s t h a t t h e i n d i v i d u a l is  a l w a y s s u b o r d i n a t e t o t h e n o r m a t i v e s t r u c t u r e . T h e w r i t i n g a c t is t h u s a n a c t o f c o n f o r m i t y a n d n o n c o n t r a d i c t i o n w h i c h creates a sense o f b e l o n g i n g t o t h e g e n e r a l o r i n other w o r d s , fitting i n w i t h the n o r m . K l o s s o w s k i parallels the h u m a n n e e d to r e p r o d u c e a n d perpetuate o n e s e l f w i t h the n e e d to r e p r o d u c e a n d perpetuate o n e s e l f t h r o u g h l a n g u a g e . S o i f I u s e this l i n e o f t h i n k i n g , i f I j u s t k e e p w r i t i n g t o y o u , I c a n perpetuate us. I ' m still n o t ready to let all the p o e m s a n d w o r d s y o u w r o t e to  me  dissolve into nothingness. A m I manipulating myself?  Y o u a l w a y s c o n n e c t m e i n p l u r a l w a y s t o w h a t e v e r is i n q u e s t i o n . I a m i n l o v e w i t h the w a y y o u think, the w a y the b l o o d m o v e s i n y o u r b r a i n , the w a y the synapses  are  a l l c o n n e c t i n g i n y o u , a n d t h e w a y y o u r b o d y s t i l l n e s s b e l i e s a l l t h a t is h a p p e n i n g under y o u r skin.  I ' v e b e e n t h i n k i n g a b o u t m y a r t m a k i n g . W i l l w r i t i n g s o n g s a n d m a k i n g art  inform  m e ? C o u l d the i n f o r m i n g v i s u a l be the r e n d e r i n g o f u n c o n s c i o u s c o n c e p t i o n before the m i n d a c k n o w l e d g e s u n d e r s t a n d i n g . J a r e d has t a l k e d a b o u t h a v i n g a clear v i s i o n a n d c a r e f u l p l a n n i n g for t h e m e t h o d . H o w c a n y o u p l a n m e t h o d i f t h e art i t s e l f is the unfolding?  M a y b e all the  art w e m a k e is r e n d e r e d  understanding. W e just d o n ' t k n o w  the  l a n g u a g e i n w o r d s . M a y b e t h e p r o c e s s is j u s t a n o t h e r w a y o f r e n d e r i n g w h a t  we  c a n n o t a r t i c u l a t e i n w o r d s . T h e art is a l l u n a c k n o w l e d g e d u n d e r s t a n d i n g w e a b o u t w i t h o u t w o r d s , t h r o u g h o t h e r senses, t h r o u g h v i s u a l r e p r e s e n t a t i o n ,  speak  through  172  m u s i c , t h r o u g h d a n c e . T h e r e p r e s e n t a t i o n is e v e r y t h i n g w e a l r e a d y k n o w , b u t c a n n o t express t h r o u g h w o r d s u n t i l w e first r e n d e r a t r a n s l a t i o n i n t o a n o t h e r  So  do  we  make  meaning by looking  at a n d  reflecting o n  the  form.  rendered  visual  r e p r e s e n t a t i o n ? H o w d o w e k n o w t h a t t h e u n d e r s t a n d i n g s are n e w ? W h a t i f t h e b o d y already u n d e r s t o o d a n d hence was able to express t h r o u g h dance o r express t h r o u g h art? T h e a c t o f a r t m a k i n g t h e n is a c t u a l l y a b o u t b r i n g i n g t h e u n d e r s t a n d i n g s f o r m w h e r e they can be c o m m u n i c a t e d to others. W e m u s t speak a b o u t the  to a art  research process m u c h more.  Y o u can't u n d e r s t a n d w h a t I feel f o r y o u . C o u l d it b e that y o u g a i n u n d e r s t a n d i n g m o s d y t h r o u g h w o r d a n d I t h r o u g h b o d y a n d p r o s o d y ? W e felt s o c l o s e w h e n w e w e r e w r i t i n g w o r d s t o e a c h o t h e r . W h a t I f e e l is n o t easily t r a n s l a t e d t o t e x t b e c a u s e p e o p l e d o n ' t g e n e r a l l y f e e l r h y t h m s i n v o i c e o r s o m e o n e ' s h e a r t at a d i s t a n c e . T h e k i n d o f sensations I have w i t h y o u have n o t been p u b l i s h e d i n b o o k s . I ' m talking a b o u t t h e texts o f t h e f e e l i n g b o d y , h e a r t , i n t u i t i o n , a n d s p i r i t . H o w c a n I s p e a k o f texts  t o y o u t h a t h a v e n o t b e e n w r i t t e n ? T h e s e texts are o n l y i m p o r t a n t t o  me  b e c a u s e I see t h e m a n d f e e l t h e m . H o w c a n I a s k y o u t o see w h a t is n o t t h e r e f o r y o u a n d w h a t y o u d o n o t see o r feel? I c a n n o t b e u p s e t i f y o u i g n o r e t h e s p a c e s w h i c h are b l a n k t o y o u b u t w h i c h are s o t a n g l e d f o r m e . M y f e e l i n g s a n d u n d e r s t a n d i n g s i n t h e b o d y are s t i l l p r e s e n t e v e n i f t h e y ' r e l o o k e d o v e r o r d i s r e g a r d e d b y s o m e . T h e r e is s o m u c h I feel b u t can't u n d e r s t a n d because I d o n o t have the w o r d s I need.  I've b e e n w o n d e r i n g w h i c h I n e e d m o r e — y o u r w o r d s o r the feeling o f love. I w i s h I c o u l d actually b e s e n d i n g this letter to y o u . Y o u ' d b e e x c i t e d w i t h this m e t a p h o r o n l o v e a n d w o r d s ! O k , i m a g i n e l i f e as a s t r o n g r u s h i n g r i v e r w i t h l o t s o f t r i b u t a r i e s . I l i k e A r e n d t ' s (1958) i d e a o f n a t a l i t y — t h e h u m a n ' s f r e e d o m b a s e d o n t h e a b i l i t y t o c r e a t e n e w l i f e a n d L e v i n s o n ' s (2001) i d e a t h a t w e are n e w b u t b e l a t e d b e c a u s e  we  are a l r e a d y i n the r i v e r w h e n w e are b o r n a n d w h e n w e are c r e a t i n g . W e are s w e p t a l o n g i n a few versions o f the same story, thousands o f w o r d s like f l o t s a m s w k l i n g a r o u n d us like w i n d y w o r d s s o a k i n g i n t o us m a k i n g us w a n t to live the archetype. B u t it's t h e b l a n k , t h e c l e a r w a t e r , t h e fissures (see K r i s t e v a , 1 9 8 0 ) a n d s p a c e s  between  173  the flotsam that are actually holding us. The clearness is the beauty of art, music, rhythm, smoothness on our skins. So the water holds us, not the words. We can be buoyed by masses of words all stuck together, but that's fleeting. The river washes these away downstream. Words spoken are lost in the air after the sound goes past us, but they still colour the water and change the temperature of the water—this is what the body and the skin feels and remembers.  This metaphor does not imply that we do not write in embodied ways. When we write well, we are immersed, feel the body in the process, gather the words in the water that surrounds us, articulate the body's "expanded space" or aura and breathe all this into the hollow words. Interesting that I would conceive of the words as hollow when I imagine that your words themselves fill the empty places in me. I mean, the image I have is of words immersed in pools of watery love filling all my wounds. Perhaps the main storyline of the big river is that love will fill all our wounds; not the jagged words that don't fit the shape of the wounds, but the free flowing water filled with colourings of love and ironically texts of love.  I know you don't like my healer identity. You called me Florence once because I see the world as wounded and I feel so obligated and responsible. Pedagogically, teachers should not view students as wounded, filled with holes of deficiency. I think many imagine the teacher as healer, saving the lost, raising the students to whatever is deemed "par," pouring curriculum into the holes. We have to conceive of the student as already whole, full of experience, buoyant, splashing around in joy in lovefilled water, lovingly bombarded by every "bodies" trace on the words in the water, and feeling their belonging through responsibility and obligation to those around. How to be a good teacher? How to be a good person? How to live in grace? How to be responsible and obligated without being overwhelmed? How to be a mother? I don't know how to live anymore, how to be.  On another level, the water/words/love metaphor is useful for explaining the power of prosody which all academics must consider if we hope to create transformative work. The shape of words rarely fit the "one size fits all" model so we much use  174  words in watery love. And love is in stories of relation. Ok, I get it. I need to write stories.  December 7 I keep seeing a doubleness or foldedness in everything I'm doing: hollow words are filling my emptiness; teaching makes me the learner; I am the wounded wanting to heal; in contradiction truth lies. This sense of reciprocality and reciprocity is important but I don't know how to frame it.  About storylines: I need to think about this doubling idea here. Aristode uses the word mythos which etymologically means both "fable" or imaginary story as well as "plot" or constructed history. Mythos implies a constructedness  and active  construction. I like the article by Paul Ricoeur (1991) titled "Life: A story in search of a narrator." For Ricoeur, there is an intricate relationship between life inspiring story plots and story plots guiding life. You know, Ricoeur's take on story plotlines can be paralleled to Klossowski's (1992) explanation of belongingness in language. Can you tell I like to make connections? That's how I think. To remind you, Klossowski (actually he was writing about Sade's perspectives) said the individual could feel belongingness by fitting self into the established structures of language. Well Ricoeur says that the storyline plot is a "synthesis of heterogeneous elements" (p. 426) brought into coherence and unity. The reader, always subordinate to the main story line, uses "narrative intelligence" (p. 428) to accommodate incongruities and divergent storylines to construct a plot or coherent picture. By drawing everything toward a centrality, humanity in essence creates and perpetuates the same stories. Again, this is exacdy like Arendt's (1958) and Levinson's (2001) new and belated notions. Oh Red, the whole world is one story said over and over again in so many complicated ways. I see this need to "average" all through the education system. We keep wanting one story, children who all fall into the same category, cookie cutter lessons. I want to live lots of stories. No wonder I can't belong. Do you think all this focus on assessment and accountability in schools is really an underhanded communism? Do you think communists feel belonging?  175  August 3 How  c a n r a i s i n g c h i l d r e n b e so difficult a n d yet so j o y o u s ? I feel like s u c h a l o u s y  m o t h e r . I can't expect y o u to understand. Y o u don't have children. I ' m n o t p u t t i n g you  d o w n , b u t y o u h a v e n o i d e a a n d I t a k e o f f e n c e at y o u r s u g g e s t i o n s . I t h i n k a b o u t  g i v i n g b i r t h — h o w utterly painful that was. I ' m t h i n k i n g about w o u n d e d l o v e — h o w t h e r e ' s t h i s h u g e v o i d i n m e after I b i r t h e d m y c h i l d r e n a n d h o w I l o v e t h e m w i t h a n e e d t o d r a w t h e m b a c k i n t o m e , t o f i l l t h a t e m p t i n e s s t h e y ' v e left. I f e e l l i k e I ' m always trying to fill s o m e sort o f barrenness i n m e . T h e m o r e I read, the m o r e I w a n t to k n o w a n d the m o r e I realize h o w little I k n o w . T h e m o r e I l o v e y o u , the greater my  e m p t i n e s s s h o w s itself. M y d e s i r e is a l m o s t l i k e a s t a r v a t i o n o f t h e self. I i m a g i n e  t h a t i n o u r first k i s s I w i l l b e a b l e t o d r a w b a c k t h e l o v e I h a v e f o r y o u , b a c k t o f i l l my  e m p t i n e s s . I k n o w , t h i s is c o m p l e t e l y w r o n g t h i n k i n g . I w a n t t o l o v e y o u i n a w a y  t h a t fills m e u p a n d n o t a b o u t w a n t i n g t o k e e p y o u . I d o n ' t u n d e r s t a n d .  H e r e ' s a m o s a i c I ' v e b e e n w o r k i n g o n . It's d i f f e r e n t f r o m  the others  because  I  d r e a m e d this o n e . I saw it i n m y sleep a n d n o w , here i t is. I've b e e n t h i n k i n g a b o u t t h e u n s e e n , t h e a b s e n t , t h a t ties e v e r y t h i n g t o g e t h e r . I u s u a l l y f o c u s o n t h e c o l o u r and  p l a c e m e n t o f t h e tiles t o f o r m t h e f o c a l i m a g e . T h i s t i m e , I p u r p o s e l y w o r k e d o n  p u t t i n g t h e tiles i n t h e n e g a t i v e s p a c e , f o r c i n g t h e g r o u t — t h e  unnoticed  spaces  b e t w e e n — t o b e c o m e the p o s i t i v e . I d o n ' t t h i n k the p h o t o does justice; the d e p t h a n d t e x t u r e b e t w e e n w h i t e o n w h i t e is l o s t . P e r h a p s b e i n g a b l e t o t r a c e t h e l i n e s o f t h e P u s s y W i l l o w stalks is w h a t I w a n t p e o p l e t o d o . I n t o u c h i n g , w e see. T h e d r e a m w a s v i v i d — a c a l l t o l o o k at t h e u n l o o k e d at.  It's c a l l e d " W o u n d e d S a l i x D i s c o l o r . " Salix  Discolor  is t h e L a t i n n a m e  for Pussy  W i l l o w . It's i n t e r e s t i n g t h a t p l a n t s o f t e n h a v e m o r e t h a n o n e c o m m o n n a m e a n d m a y be k n o w n b y diverse names i n different regions, b u t the L a t i n name, the oldest n a m e r e m a i n s t h e s a m e a n d is o f t e n m e n t i o n e d b y h o r t i c u l t u r a l i s t s t o h e l p r e a d e r s k n o w w h i c h p l a n t is b e i n g r e f e r r e d t o . T h i s i d e a r e m i n d s m e t h a t o u r r o o t e d h i s t o r i e s , b u i l t o v e r time, a n d c o n n e c t e d t o t h e e a r t h are s t a b l e p l a c e s f o r u s t o r e t u r n t o i n o r d e r t o gain clarity.  176  P u s s y W i l l o w is o f t e n d e s c r i b e d as pubescent b e c a u s e its c a t k i n s r e s e m b l e b u d d i n g n e w g r o w t h . I h a v e u s e d r e d f o r t h e c a t k i n s t o r e p r e s e n t n e w b i r t h as a w o u n d i n g t o t h e h o s t . It's a l s o a g r e a t p l a y o n t h e w o r d " d i s c o l o r . " I w a n t e d t o r e n d e r t h e i d e a t h a t n e w b i r t h i n v o l v e s p a i n , b l e e d i n g , o r w o u n d i n g o f t h e h o s t . D o n ' t l a u g h . It's l i k e a n egg m u s t be c r a c k e d to a l l o w the c h i c k to c o m e o u t o r a m o t h e r ' s p a i n i n c h i l d b i r t h . S o t h e r e d c a t k i n s are r e a l l y w o u n d s o f b i r t h . E v e r y w o u n d is g r o w t h . E v e r y p a i n is b i r t h . E v e r y d a r k n i g h t b r i n g s a s u n r i s e . E a c h h e a r t b r e a k is a c h a n c e f o r  something  177  new. Interestingly, the roots and bark of willows provide a compound called saltan, an active ingredient similar to that found in over-the-counter painkillers.  When I look at this mosaic from far away, it looks all smooth and white with a splattering of red. U p close, the white tiles are actually dangerous to run a hand on because they are of different thicknesses and the sharp edges are all exposed. I wanted to show that everything looks smooth and rosy on the outside but we know so litde until we actually feel what it is we're seeing. Mostly, I wanted to show that prosody, or the patterns of stress and intonation in language or the unsaids, the fissures between words, the rhythm, and the melodies of words, are actually loud and obvious and we must begin to acknowledge this phenomenon in our learning and in pedagogical contexts.  sleep dream wishes come delicious true  December 9 UNSENT Yes, this medium has so much space for misinterpretation ... I suppose it's a good thing if I'm seeking ambiguity. The same water that looks one colour in twilight looks so different at dawn.  A W A K E A N E W STORY the rivers run twisting, weaving, always with a path always to the shore to the place they find their own mmgling in the estuary, anonymous belonging silendy bleeding toxic poison in purity clean until the sun drowns in the muddy and bruised rest, stillness, healing, transformations in the dark sparkle anew in the golden morn  Have you read Jane Gallop's (1995) work? She says "the teacher/student relation is again and again understood through analogy with the mother/daughter relation" (p. 80). Gallop goes on to say that feminist teaching does not transcend gender to "parenting" but is more to tied to "mothering" which puts male teachers in a difficult  178  position. You see, in the classroom context, men "necessarily experience themselves as subject to gender. . . [and] they cannot avoid the effects of gender upon their relations with students" (p. 80). Culley and Portages (1979) explain that both female and male teachers generally respond to male students not in fantasies of nurturance but in fantasies of oiscipline; whereas female teachers respond to female students with nurturance. Gallop goes on to explain that teachers in female to female teaclimg/learning relationships tend to blur the boundaries between teachers and students whereas "the male teacher can't seem to get rid of his authority, particularly in the eyes of his female students" (p. 80) even if he wants to.  This work has huge implications to notions on developing eros in educational environments. Grumet (1988) and Culley and Portages (1979) have no trouble celebrating the female/female relation as "erotic." They agree that "eroticism" is an all-female pedagogy whereas "relations between male teachers and female students are sexualized as harassment" (Gallop, 1995, p. 81). Adrienne Rich explains that the phrase "sexual harassment" is gendered. It always exphcitly refers to "sexual advances toward female students by male professors" (1986, p. 26). Gallop makes the point that male students don't fit anywhere. They cannot be "subsumed in the maternal desexualized erotic nor made to fit the sexual harassment case" (p. 81). This whole gendered issue also speaks to us, about our relationship.  December 11 UNSENT Here is the play on words that started my thinking on belonging. I played with the poem first, then thought about what it meant. As you know, I'm wondering where the point of conscious-mind-understanding occurs and how that relates to artinformed notions. Like the Chinese part? Fool me Fill me Until I feel I fit some chink Some fissure in you  179  I realize that language in words is not the first way you express. I see it in your artwork, in your strokes and the way you render. I feel strange sensations when I look at your art, feelings I've never felt before. I feel it in your presence, in your sound, in the way your hands move through the air. Whatever it is, is in your hands and in your eyes. I see it in the pictures you've created in your writing, not the words themselves but what is evoked and sensed. You create in places and spaces that are not governed by words.  Maybe you don't feel you have a space to be filled and that's why I can't fit anywhere. What need of yours can I fill? Do you have any spaces? Or have I created you, the archetypical myth which has no flaws, no spaces to fill? I just want to understand my location to you. I am not asking for a diamond.  cherry blossoms rest on my cheeks soft silent fragrance close my eyes to feel the snow melt my skin  December 13 UNSENT Yes, kissing is the last act! That's why I haven't kissed you! I have visions of kissing you at the airport, but someone will see us. There will be a right time in another time. D O U B L E Y O U (W) WISHES when the sun goes down and i turn off my lamp sink in my sheets, feel my pillow you are on my mind, in my throat, under my eyelids i don't understand because it's not enough when the sun is up and everything is bright i search through the pages and ask questions but i don't find the answers the way they linger in your voice dance into my breath see into my eyes 180  i don't understand because it's not enough how can i want you so if i created you, wrote you, storied you designed you, breatiied you, made you? you can't save me cannot hold me because you're not real so why does my body react my heart burn my wishes long my wetness run  December 18 UNSENT IN L O V E WITH A TEACHER while you're mid-sentence I stop and cannot speak because i f I let a single word out the rushing river of poison will flood through me seep through the tiniest cracks dissolve my bones and drain me even into the shiny varnished floor I press my hps shut I silence myself swallow the broken glass in your words a bowling pin strong and still upright on my own squarely hit with your solid balls no compunction no toning back on a straight path with full velocity for that beautiful sound Who cries out? N o w I hear dual hearts broken wings scarred they never break apart never crack I stand up for more for you to strike get lucky happy to even be a spare what you want the ever ready pin smooth and curvy not waiting you say just being I am a student  181  15  Sucking Death  To make me the saddest of all women she first made me blessed above all, so that when I thought how much I had lost, my consuming grief would match my crushing loss, and my sorrow for what was taken from me would be the greater for the fuller joy of possession which had gone before; and so that the happiness of supreme ecstasy would end in the supreme bitterness of sorrow. Betty Radice (Trans., 1974), The Letters of Abelard and Heloise, pp. 129-130  January 1 UNSENT Paulo Freire writes, "a new reading of my world requires a new language—that of possibility, open to hope" (1997, p. 77).  HOPE it's a new year, blue still sky buds building energy soon to burst through the surface I feel the anticipation, New Year's dawn today I have left you behind Red in last year, in that space of time  182  no more no more digging searching for the latent seeds I can call my own down into the soil making my own grave fertilizing the asphalt ground with my acid tears with my dissolved body dust to dust ashes to ashes body to earth I have found my location by melting into the soil by letting myself be dirt but now I know I have found my place it is above not in or even on the ground not where I live the house, the street city, country, continent not even on the surface of my own skin my place is everywhere I've given my heart it's on the perimeter of people I love interconnected tetrahedrons of beings who reflect my place from inside out my heart is in the places I have filled the spaces people have opened for me to fill the spaces I know I have filled I tried to heal you the teacher's curse I tried to give you the biggest part of me more than I could even acknowledge and you rejected and I kept trying because I didn't understand I couldn't fill if there was no hole you have no space for me I cannot find my place in you  I take back what I have offered that painful piece now toxic now charring my life organs now powdered in my mouth of all that could have been now my body fine nondescript dust blown by the winds of time back to the earth reclaimed in clayawaiting rebirth like Golem who was created given life to do good, to save but sadly felt emotion saw the sunset and wanted to live I cannot separate healing from teaching loving from Uving even Frankenstein wanted to know his maker, wanted to love it's not good enough to do good without wanting teachers cannot keep giving I cannot, like Golem, sleep in the attic quiedy waiting for when I'm needed again awakened by a purity 1  r  oh Red, why? why me? you were purity who awakened me you struck me like Rabbi Loew of Prague struck Golem on the head to take his Ufe out it is even more convoluted just as you made me, I made you I storied you created you out of words molded you like clay to suit my needs animated you like Rabbi Loew brought Golem to Ufe by inscribing the Hebrew word emet "truth" on his forehead killing him by removing the initial letter met means "dead" you killed me by lying to me I killed by deleting my words to you Why do we trust words more than heart? Dust to dust  I am dead You are gone myfinalseverance, pulling back my heart no more words  with the new year over an artificial marker I am going to fly released with silence still as a bud, under the earth now but by spring you will see me budding through the cracks in the dark and wonder who I am I will be in the places where there are spaces for me where my heart beats full in love and I will be beautiful and I will forget with time, my heart the harsh winter that severed me limb by limb organ by organ liquidized, then desiccated the bitter cold that charred my skin reduced me to ashes part of this earth ready to be reborn I feel the spring nourishing the fertile soil around me I will be strong I will soar because of you Goodbye Red January 3  UNSENT How do I describe my wanting? Or has it already been described? Joseph Campbell (1972), in Myths to Live By, claims that myths actually extend human potential. Knowles (1994) uses metaphors for understanding the complexity of teaching and working in classrooms. He cites research by Hunt (1987), Miller and Fredericks  185  (1988), Munby and Russell (1989), and Woodlinger (1989) on metaphors as productive means to understanding teaching; and the work by Cole (1990a; 1990b) and Bullough, Knowles, and Crow (1991) on looking at metaphors to provide insight into conceptions of teacher identities. More recently, the work by Gail Matthews (2005) provides insight into the arts as a metaphor for learning about the teaching self. Lakoff and Johnson suggest that metaphors not only make our thoughts more vivid and mteresting but that metaphors actually structure our perceptions and understanding. Furthermore, these researchers tout that "no metaphor can ever be comprehended or even adequately represented independentiy of its experiential basis" (1980, p. 19) pointing to the fact that metaphors both presented by the user and interpreted by the reader always present ambiguity and thus provide openings for learning. This tile mosaic tided "Golem's Seduction" follows Campbell's (1972) vein of thought—that ancient legends and universal tales continue to influence our daily lives.  I am most intrigued about sense of place, belonging, ecological identity and what you said about desire being rooted in location. David Wisniewski's (1996) Golem, winner of the 1997 Caldecott Award, is a beautiful picture book I read to my Grade 3/4 class. The artwork is all cut paper. The book inspired my art.  The mosaic exhausted me without any sense of accomplishment. This one had to be made. The art speaks for itself and I know you won't like it because we both can't face the truth of it. Originally, I was intrigued by the 16 century myth of Golem . th  3  There are many versions of this story. The most popular version is the Golem who was made of clay from the River Moldau as a servant and protector of the Jews by Rabbi Loew of Prague. There are other versions of Golem. Adam is the most ancient—also created from the earth. Then there's Frankenstein and Gepetto's son, Pinocchio. Others refer to the romantic analogy of Golem as the novel and the Rabbi as the novelist.  In some stories of Golem, the name of God is inscribed on Golem's forehead or shoulder, or written on a tablet and tucked under the Golem's tongue (I've hidden a  186  r e d tile u n d e r the g r o u t o n t h e s h o u l d e r o f t h e G o l e m . ) T h e J e w i s h G o l e m is m u t e a n d f o l l o w s w r i t t e n d i r e c t i o n s p l a c e d i n t h e m o u t h . I f y o u l o o k c a r e f u l l y at  the  m o s a i c , y o u ' l l see t h a t t h e eyes are m a d e f r o m t h e s a m e tile as t h e m e s s a g e i n the m o u t h . M y G o l e m c a n o n l y see t h e w o r l d t h r o u g h t h e w o r d s a n d eyes o f h e r m a k e r .  I  struggled  with  this  piece.  I  saw  an  image  similar  to  this  by  artist  Barbara  M c D e r m o t t (1976) b u t I d i d n ' t l i k e i t c o m p l e t e l y b e c a u s e h e r G o l e m w a s v e r y u g l y . I w a n t e d t o m a k e the G o l e m s t o r y a m e t a p h o r f o r u s . I w a n t e d t o e v o k e t h e l o v e a n d c a r e o f t h e a d v i s o r f o r a d e l i c a t e m e n t e e b u t t h e m a t e r i a l s , b o t h m y h a n d s a n d the tile,  w o u l d n o t a l l o w t h a t face t o e m e r g e . I l i k e d M c D e r m o t t ' s m a k e r -  s h a d o w , like the b l i n d e d professor; h a n d s — t o o  s m a l l to h o l d the protege;  c r a d l e a n d g o o d i n t e n t i o n s a l l g o n e a w r y as the s t u d e n t  becomes  eyes i n loving  simultaneously  d e p e n d e n t b a b y w i t h a s o o t h e r , fragile M a d o n n a , a n d f r i g h t f u l d e s p a i r — h e r  mouth  o p e n r e v e a l i n g the w o r d s o f h e r a d v i s o r a n d r e f l e c t e d i n h e r u n s e e i n g eyes. T h e r e is a h a u n t i n g p a i n a n d u n r e s t i n t h i s p i e c e . I c a n n o t l o o k at the b a b y . W h y ? Is i t b e c a u s e I d o n o t w a n t t o see m y s e l f ?  Golem's Seduction, 2005, m i x e d tile. 5 1 " x 3 5 "  W e are l i k e t h i s , R e d . I k n o w y o u l o v e m e . I k n o w y o u c a r e a b o u t m e . L o o k at the red  tiles.  T h e y are a l o t t h i n n e r s o t h e h a n d s  l o o k l i k e t h e y are d e p r e s s i n g  the  187  s w a d d l e d G o l e m ; i t l o o k s l i k e t h e a d v i s o r is a p p l y i n g t o o m u c h p r e s s u r e o n  the  s t u d e n t . I a m c o n f i n e d i n y o u r h o l d a n d b y y o u r w o r d s . I w a n t t o see w i t h m y o w n eyes. I w a n t t o l o v e y o u w i t h o u t n e e d i n g y o u . I d o n ' t t h i n k w e c a n " f i x " a n y t h i n g . I just n e e d  to  finish  the  dissertation like you've been  saying all along. I need  to  graduate and change m y role.  I w o n d e r i f the s t r u g g l e i n m y art is a b o u t t r u t h . I h a d t o r e w o r k t h e s t u d e n t ' s face s e v e r a l times a n d a l w a y s , the m o n s t e r c a m e o u t , s o I l e t i t r e s t l i k e that. M a y b e that's w h a t the t r u t h is f o r m e . T h i s p i e c e m a k e s m e t h i n k o f S a v a n n a h t o o . W h e n I l o v e h e r t o o tightly, s h e c r i e s o u t i n r e b e l l i o n ; s o h o w d o I h o l d h e r s o s h e k n o w s m y l o v e but  a l s o feels h e r i n d e p e n d e n c e ?  How  7  do  I teach  my  students—trying  to w a l k  b e t w e e n challenging and p r o v o k i n g but n o t frustrating and discouraging?  1 d o n ' t k n o w h o w t o b e w i t h y o u , R e d . T e l l m e , P r o f e s s o r . T e a c h m e h o w t o be. T e a c h m e h o w to learn w i t h o u t l o v e .  January 4 UNSENT A l l I feel for y o u I feel i n m y s e l f Disgust T h o u g h t o f y o u today o n m y birthday and surprised I received your card D o n ' t send me mail I don't w a n t to o p e n it I t n e v e r says a n y t h i n g w o r t h r e a d i n g A n d d o n ' t tell m e the t h o u g h t  counts  It d o e s n ' t T h e act a n d i n t e n t i o n d o n ' t m a t t e r It's t h e w o r d s y o u n e v e r say So I read some o f y o u r o l d emails M y o w n weakness makes m e w a n t to v o m i t S o m e glutinous light mass above m y sternum. W a n t to t h r o w y o u out, m y s e l f y o u vile, revolting, horrid, rotten  filth  188  You have taken everything I've given and thrown me up High professor, all controlling teacher Ignore me through the holidays as if I was an ordinary student of yours I've offered, given everything I am worth something I have pride I have shame I have guilt I'm not just a waiting, willing, wanting student, Why do you think everything is about you? Only academics can theorize their weaknesses Love and hope drained out of me Let out by you, unplugged When will you know you've done your job? When you've added my number to that holey sacred CV armour you leaky academics wear like the Emperor's new clothes? The holes are clear Who is supposed to heal the teacher's wounds? You're the only ones who think belonging is taking up space on a page Who reads those words deeply? Only those who want to climb over you Oh, and is there a space on that white CV mask to record numbers of people you screw? I'm not going that route I'm not going to use and be used I'm not going to poison and be poisoned Don't understand the game and have no armour But have learned at last from Pavlov I'm going my way I'm going to puke once for good  this is my happily ever after Fuck the hell off, Red January 5 UNSENT RIGHT T O H E A L I will survive You came back from school break Responded to two non-personal emails With an academic opaque voice No hello, no salutations, no news about the holiday No "How are you?" That's what people say when they have been away Did you miss me? In your last email before your holidays You said you were trying to be loving to me Does that mean you love me but don't know how? We haven't communicated and you just pick up like it hasn't happened I'm not some pickle jar in the work fridge you left here before your Christmas holidays January 8 UNSENT Autobiography becomes a medium for both teaching and research because each entry expresses the particular peace its author has made between the individuaHty of his or her subjectivity and the intersubjective and public character of meariing. (Grumet, 1990, p. 325) a dialogical dance of the whole body mcluding our conceived "norms" of teacher, learner, researcher, artist, parent child, team member, secret hider generations and experience planks of time limiting my movement space dance not to remember searching for the forgotten footsteps on the floor but create a new dance, new meaning a hermeneutic sway, lift 4  My eyes closed, my feet find themselves  190  Alex de Cosson (2003, p. 251) firmly believes that "authoring our own lives, taking charge of our own story lines" is the basis of transformation. He holds that teachers' realization of the power to create their own lives is critical to making this a possibility for students.  January 9 UNSENT DANCE ME AWAY (For Luke) dance me away Luke pull me away my love back to the awakeness in my Ufe out of the dream back to you back to my heart where everything makes sense where I know I'm loved where I know I'm safe where the unsaid is clear dance me away from the red moon your hand on my back guiding my steps on the weighdess floor gUding in dreamy chiffon, sliirnmering skin crisp black Armani, intoxicating cologne our bodies apart in a ballroom stance but closer than air unfaltering steps flowing through the stars you are my awakeness the reaUty of my Uving day to day building and unfolding the future of love dishes and laundry biUs, newspapers and flyers the one in my bed who holds me tight and loose and aU around always and forever dance me Luke 191  dance me away from my secret dream from the pull of the moon back to where I belong make the tide stop, please Luke January 13 UNSENT I cannot reply to you. I have to stop, breathe. It's my 6 response. You're so light th  and funny and it's so easy to let the words play with your physicality, your foul mouth, your crazy foolishness. You draw me in and now I'm afraid. I know I'm going to crash. How can I live without you?  NOW A N D FOREVER eat, drink, and be merry for time comes only once wet, luscious, smooth a shining cherry waiting knowing forever and never is now January 14 UNSENT I found out something significant today. A while back I wrote a piece about dancing, how I was focusing so much as I was going through the exercises that I felt I was going to pass out, remember? The tension in my body between constraint and release is still unclear. Anyway, I'm not that special. Today, someone passed out in class. It was completely self-imposed. All we were doing was stretching a leg out and pointing . . . I also found out what the teacher was saying to me. She's a traditional Chinese dance teacher from Beijing. She slaps my stomach and always says "fee" something. I told you before, "fee" could mean fat or flight. I thought she was saying suck it in and lift up your carriage—to imagine I'm light. I asked another dancer today what she said. "Fee chun how" means "very good!" A l l this time, when I thought she was being critical, she was actually being encouraging. Just another reason to be conscious of being misinterpreted!  192  I know you have no intention to hurt me. I believe you when you say you only want the best for me.  O N M Y LIPS I curl my toes as if to feel each grain of varied colour massaging my soles as I walk across the sands of warm and wonder fresh welcome under my feet My hair blows away from my face a perfect breeze to tease the lazy sun Laughter and delight as I drink the beauty and hear the mountains, sea and sand play their silent harmony the blue she calls I run to her she is beautiful so beautiful sweet gorgeous mystery I rush and fall with abandon sinking in over my head until her hands are touching every place I feel my skin I soak, I float I belong But when I stand on the beach the breeze is cold and the sand sticks to my wet feet in ugly soiled unfeeling patterns What can I do? I go back to her to wash, to cleanse but she cannot hold me She is for everyone, not one and her tide takes her out to the moon and I wait in the cold and the muck for her to come back to me but she can't Not until the planets allow  193  So over the holidays when the tide pulled her far to another shore I sat wet, shivering on the beach and let the cold winter sun dry the mud until the goosebumps on my skin fell off like sand, washed with fresh water tears and I got up and could dance to the music of the sky again Yet now, even as I stand on the high ground far away, I taste her saltiness on my hps and I long to run to her dive into her depths open my mouth and feel her all around over my head I hear her not only in shells January 16 UNSENT I ate something good today. You wouldn't like it. It was flying fish roe on rice wrapped in seaweed. It's got some fancy Japanese name. The roe pops in the mouth. Exciting in some way . . . I also like pea shoot tips and enoki mushrooms. I taste more these days; it's better. I wonder why there are times when I really taste and other periods when everything tastes mediocre. Is it just my noticing? Is everything really the same and it's just a matter of being awake?  in my veins your song repeats down deep sounds that resonate my Hps quiver in wait melt my skin temperatures meld spoons so close but nudging still fork me whole ravenous heat serve me up no dieting here 194  want you whole satiating holes January 17 UNSENT How bad can communication get? L E A V E M E A L O N E !  Do you want to fight? I've still got something left. You want me to respond as a friend? For your information, I don't go around sleeping with my friends. Feeling like I'm being used? Yes, feeling like I'm not good enough for you, but you still want to play with my heart the next time I see you. A hole's a hole. Find another.  January 20 UNSENT Will told me that F. Scott Fitzgerald says there is only one story and Joseph Campbell and Carl Jung say there are more than one, but not a lot. Will says the stories connect us. I have lived our story already—fictionally and somewhere else, perhaps in a collective memory of some kind, the way my D N A recalls Chinese music I don't remember hearing, calls memory back from the past and into my soul—that reciprocality here again.  Is a poem like a tree that falls in a forest when no one is around? I hear my poems now when I share them with you. Is hearing and articulating the act of making real?  Thank you for telling me you love me. I used to think we used alternates for the three words because what we had was greater than love. Now I see how precious those the words are to you. How can you take me to the edges of my Ufe so sporadicaUy?  You say that there are times and places for words and that sometimes it's just the right time and other times they need to be submerged. You say I shouldn't expect words to be spoken easily. I try to understand this but I always want words to be easy and open for us. 195  all you are submerged in the vast lazuline loose words, hope unbound wash over me great wave wet me with your salty love January 21 UNSENT It was our silence that made possible glimpses of the dark reality and vibrant plumage. . . . Silence was both an expression of a pedagogical principle and a state of being. . . . Moreover, I know that in my own life I was at home in those places. I had the peaceful feeling of harmony and ease, an emotion I now acknowledge as being a quality of a significant place. . . . So it is, then, that as a teacher and teacher of teachers, I've often wondered about the qualities of experience and the convergence of place. (Knowles, 2001, p. 95)  I wonder about our convergences of place and silence and how that affects us. I noticed yesterday after your email that said you loved me, that I began to imagine all sorts of scenarios when I didn't hear from you that night. If I knew my place in you clearly, I could dwell there. I could rest in you. I keep thmking it's a problem with role. Is it that I am your student that separates us? How can I be a part of you and not feel like a weight? Perhaps it is about your responsibility to me. We are in a hierarchical power relationship whether we want to be or not. Will said something quite interesting at our meeting yesterday. I had planned out a detailed agenda for our meeting and he said, "Fancy that, a grad student running the meeting." I took that as a compliment but his comment says something about our roles and our expected positionings.  Are we really born into the stream that is already traveling a course? Do we wait until someone hooks us dripping wet and puts us into another river? What power do we  196  h a v e o v e r choices? W h a t c a n w e change? C a n w e direct the river? C a n critical mass r e a l l y m o v e t h e r i v e r ' s flow a n d d i r e c t i o n o r are w e j u s t e l a t e d t l i i n k i n g a n d i m a g i n i n g t h a t w e are i n c o n t r o l ?  January 22 I've b e e n  thinking about  what y o u told me  G e o r g e ' s (2004) m o v i e , Hotel Rwanda  today—thinking about  how  Terry  ( 2 0 0 4 ) , has c h a n g e d m e . T h e m o v i e m a d e  me  see h o w l i t t i e I see a n d h o w l i t d e I ' m l o o k i n g at. Y o u ' r e s o r i g h t . A s a c a d e m i c s w e r e a l l y m u s t l o o k at t h e b r o a d e r p i c t u r e s a n d t h e t h i n g s t h a t are g o i n g o n i n t h e w o r l d . And  m o s t i m p o r t a n t , m y j o b is j u s t t o t e l l t h e s t o r y , n o t t o s a v e t h e s t o r i e s u n t i l I  t h i n k t h e y ' r e r e a d y t o s a v e t h e w o r l d b e c a u s e t h e y n e v e r w i l l b e r e a d y i n m y eyes. I ' m e x c i t e d to s h o u t m y stories n o w a n d like C a r l L e g g o (2004, O c t o b e r 10, p e r s o n a l c o m m u n i c a t i o n ) , I m u s t let m y stories a n d p o e m s be like rain. I m u s t n o t t h i n k o f those w h o n e e d o r w a n t the rain, o n l y that the r a i n w i l l n o u r i s h those i n n e e d . T h e r a i n w i l l f a l l a n d g a t h e r i n t h e h o l e s w h e r e t h e r e are c r a c k s . L e g g o says: So, n o w I w r i t e m y p o e m s a n d I offer t h e m w i t h a c l o u d ' s eagerness to r a i n w h e r e v e r t h e r a i n w i l l fall. T h e c l o u d p r o b a b l y d o e s n ' t e v e n k n o w t h a t s o m e w i l l w a n t the r a i n , a n d s o m e w i l l n o t . T h e c l o u d is d o i n g w h a t c l o u d s d o . I am  a poet, a n d I w r i t e poetry, a n d I offer the p o e t r y to the w o r l d . W h a t  h a p p e n s after t h a t is a p a r t o f t h e s t o r y t h a t is s t i l l u n f o l d i n g . T h a t p e r h a p s is m y j o b t h e n , m y r e a s o n f o r w r i t i n g — t o t e l l t h e s t o r i e s t o t h o s e w h o can hear them.  January 23 UNSENT M a y b e I already k n e w the m a n u s c r i p t w o u l d be rejected. I d o n ' t k n o w h o w to play t h i s g a m e . I k n o w w h a t y o u ' l l say. I k n o w , j u s t s e n d i t s o m e w h e r e else. E v e n  the  g r e a t G e r m a n p o e t R i l k e ( 1 9 5 4 , p p . 1 8 - 1 9 ) i n h i s Letters to a Young Poet e c h o e s y o u r t h o u g h t s . H e says: S e a r c h f o r t h e r e a s o n t h a t b i d s y o u w r i t e ; f i n d o u t w h e t h e r i t is s p r e a d i n g o u t its  roots  to  the  deepest  places  o f y o u r heart,  a c k n o w l e d g e to  yourself  w h e t h e r y o u w o u l d have to die i f it w e r e d e n i e d y o u to write.  197  I hear his words, know yours are the same, but also remember the words of M . D. Herter Norton, Rilke's translator of the aforementioned book, that: Though Rilke expresses himself with a wisdom and a kindness that seem to reflect the calm of self-possession, his spirit may have been speaking out of its own need rather than from the security of ends achieved, so that his words indeed reflect desire rather than fulfillment, (p. 7) Why do we all live these lives of lies? My teacher-face at work? My academic voice in writing papers? My secret thoughts of you? All mixed up, so cloudy inside and yet so glowing outside; all these facets reflecting outward. Like a polished diamond, we can't tell the clarity without a jeweler's loop. I want to go back to the beginning, before we were cut and shaped into a way that everyone thinks is desirable. Before when inclusions were a good part of who we were—character—not what degrades us. (Do you know they laser inclusions out of diamonds now?) I want to go back to before we were polished just to look good on the outside because now the shine is so important no one cares that it's cubic zirconia anymore.  How can I stand up for the traditional public education system? How do we confront without power, without hurting, without making scars?  come away with me, Red just to the sky and back not to keep just to sleep melt me until I'm whole again January 24 UNSENT C H I N E S E PRINCESS offer me truth on a silver platter for a princess enrobed in silken layers unfold unzip unbutton unhook unravel down to the places below the skin 198  never been touched cherry blossom soft fragile as a butterfly's wing teach me with your hands what i need  Notes  1  The Golem is a Jewish legend (see Rappoport, 1937).  "Hermeneutics is not about the recovery of existing or previously inscribed meanings, but the creating of meaning ' (Smits, 1997, p. 286). 2  1  199  16  Cold Purple Groan  The rays of the sun, in winter. They creep in wherever they can, through the smallest cracks in the vaulting, the little openings the builders left in the nave so that the light could enter the cathedral and reach down to the pitch-dark of its floor. In winter the sun is a bloody, yellowish mauve . . . I said the rays of the sun wounded like heavenly swords, piercing the heart. . . but without leaving any scar, any trace. Marguerite Duras, 1989, p. 82  February 2 UNSENT What is knowledge? How do we learn? Where do we learn? I just finished reading Shopgirl by Steve Martin and I see you so clearly now: His interest in Mirabelle comes from the part of him that still believes he can have her without obligation. He believes he can exist with her from eight to eleven and enter a private and personal world that they will create that will cease to exist in the off hours or off days. He believes that this world will be independent on other worlds he must create on another night, in another place, and he has no intention of allowing it to affect his true quest for a  200  mate. He believes that in this affair, what is given back and forth will be exacdy even, and that they will both see the benefits they are receiving. But because he picked Mirabelle out by sight alone, he fails to see that her fragility, which he smelled and sensed and is lured by, runs deep in her heart and is part of her nature, and cannot be separated out for him to fuck. (2000, p. 39)  It is true, fiction is knowledge. Steve Martin's words have reframed and turned all I've been struggling through upright. Neilsen (2002), Denzin (2005), and Richardson (2000) all posit that fiction is knowledge and pedagogical. "Stories are a form of instruction to help persons think critically, historically, and sociologically" (Denzin, 2005, p. 946).  I am not mad. Anger is for people who have energy, life, will, and future. I have nothing. I am defeated, lost. I want to remember you as you were in in all the letters I understood as love. I can't heal through writing anymore. Writing perpetuates so I've just been hurting myself. I need to let go.  PLAY A LOUD SONG Play me a song dear Red A song with no words because I already know how the notes float under my skin rushing through my veins An obsession, addiction I cannot keep you in me any longer I need to cut, purge, open up so you flow out, rushing blood Until I am empty drained and feel No more Help me, Red Help me, please I can't cope Where can I turn 201  to release this crashing sadness pressing me into myself? I've become Nabokov's (1955) Lolita trapped in immorality Have become Nabokov's Humbert taking what shouldn't be touched Nabokov's words This book is the only immortality you and I may share, my Red  February 4 UNSENT The words I have for you go sour and stale under my skin. Empty husks, dry dead skin, the blur on the edge of a dune, dulling me. I even imagine that my tears carry away the toxins from the poisonous waste that leaches back into my blood. I like to cry, cleanse myself. You'll think I'm over dramatic. Perhaps I am.  I rubbed sea salt with lemongrass and honey all over my body today while tlrinking of you. No more dead skin left! I could hear the salt falling off me like crystal rain, twmkling, hitting the shower floor. Then I put on a layer of moisturizer; I feel it soaking into my pores, even now as I write. My skin is ready for you.  Where are you tonight? Are you in transit, or reading the paper in your favourite chair, the paper held up in front of you? Maybe you're asleep early for once. It's late in your time zone. I see you, remember the rhythm of your breath deep and slow. I imagine your eyelids with my hps—butterfly wings fragile, soft.  How did I become just a body to you—one you can leave on a street corner? Is your payment made by your attention to my work? What will happen when I graduate? You will have no means of payment and we will drift back to nothingness and you won't have any scars, any traces of me. I hate you for that.  202  I saw a show last night, about a victim who died from a stab wound. She didn't die from the blood bleeding out of her body but from the blood spilling inside. Her own body poisoned and suffocated itself.  I know you just wanted to play. We did have fun. I learned so much—mnning weighdessly over a map of learning, gathering the words and throwing them up all over us, flying with nothing holding me. You were near but we were soaring independendy, disparate but in the same space, synergetic (I made up that word).  February 7 letters  to Chris—Coyer  Five: Acknowledge  Ecological and Intuitive  Resonances  An awareness of and sensitivity toward many environments — physical, psychological, social, and spiritual - are integral parts of postmodern proposals which inform . . . curriculum. (Patrick Slattery, 1989, p. 156)  Here's the last bit of research for your letters to Chris on embodied wholeness. Acknowledging ecological and intuitive resonances is difficult to learn. It has been for me. I drink I have always been seeking sensual knowing but I have constrained myself to my five senses. I think my body understands ecological resonances and relationships much sooner than my mind can articulate those "knowings." For example, I once worked on a two-tone Escher puzzle comprised of 3000 pieces. The completed puzzle was narrow and long (12 feet)! I found that in the silence and concentration of trying to connect the pieces, that my hand would pick up a piece and I could move it to the correct spot. Once I got it there, I had to manipulate the angle to fit the puzzle piece. What I'm saying is that my body knew the piece fit but my mind did not know how. I have been learning how to trust my body-knowing that sees with the eyes of the heart. This is especially difficult because when I am bodily receptive, I am also completely vulnerable and unprotected. The body cannot edit words.  203  T h i s tile m o s a i c is c a l l e d Windy Words. E v o c a t i v e w o r k a n d t e a c h i n g a l w a y s i n v o l v e r i s k a n d e x p o s u r e . I n t h o s e p l a c e s , w h i l e the h e a d m a y t r y t o i n t e r p r e t a n d i n f o r m a t i o n , t h e b o d y c a n n o t e d i t the u n s p o k e n . It is d a n g e r o u s  filter  t o w o r k n e a r the  " r i s k y " p l a c e s . C a r l L e g g o l i k e n s t h i s p r e s s i n g o f t h e b o u n d a r i e s t o d a n c i n g o n the e d g e o f a v o l c a n o ( p e r s o n a l c o m m u n i c a t i o n , J u n e 7, 2 0 0 5 ) . T h e " e d g e " is t h e l i m i n a l place, the place w h e r e revelations o c c u r . I c a n n o t change h o w m y b o d y r e c e i v e s — I f e e l c e r t a i n t h i n g s w h i c h I c a n n o t e x p l a i n . I k n o w m y s k i n is h y p e r s e n s i t i v e . I p u t some  a l o e v e r a o n last n i g h t a n d as i t d r i e d , I felt a  rippling,  like a  spiderweb  s t r e t c h e d o n m y s k i n b r e a k i n g as I s t a r t e d m o v i n g . T h a t has a n e x p l a n a t i o n b u t o t h e r times,  I feel c o n n e c t i o n s I d o n ' t  understand.  Windy Words, 2005, m i x e d tile. 35" x 5 1 "  204  B E T R A Y A L OF B O D Y i cannot hide my naked self always laid open, feeling breathing beauty and swallowing glass I can hear the woundedness in songs, poetry, dance, art, and people's stories and I want to heal. When the text speaks in a different sound, we hear with the heart. We do not understand merely from the written words. I wonder if Leggo (2005b) meant the same thing with his tide, "... the silence of letters?"  You ask how a song can sound the same as a poem. James Young writes about representation in music. Young claims that "listeners have an affective response to music" (2001, p. 60). He explains how "music's effect on the body gives rise to experience like the experience of emotions" (p. 61). Young notes that listeners react to the formal properties of music. For example, music can inspire movement, elevate gaiety and provide an experience of elation. Another way in which the experience of music is like the experience of emotion is that "the conventions of tonal harmony and other musical practices lead listeners to form expectations about the forms compositions will assume" (p. 62). Young goes on to talk about how we know unconsciously when some notes are missing. This creates a wanting of sorts and even though we are not formally taught dissonance, we know it when we hear it. It's almost as if our mythical expectations are preprogrammed. Our narratives continue to attempt to align with romanticized preset models in the same way that we have "learned" how to listen to music. In both cases, our emotions respond according to those expectations.  One of the reasons why I named this work Seeing Red was in connection to working on the edge. Imagine the image of a sound equalizer. When making music recordings, the perfect setting is to have the majority of the music in the "green" and the level extending just over into "red." Being slighdy in the red zone provides the optimum recording level. The novel title also has many other connotations.  205  When I look at "Windy Words" I am reminded of the description of "Reverberations," a descriptive rendering of a/r/tography: It is the desire to respond to the disappearance and appearance of signs, the impulse between what is known and what cannot be expressed, that gives new tension and vibration to the signifier. Research thus becomes an act of unsettling, an evocation that calls out, asking for a response, a living mquiry, transforming  static  moments  into  momentum,  multiplying  and  metamorphosizing. (Springgay, Irwin, & Wilson Kind, 2005, p. 10) Teaching on the edge can also be paralleled to Pollock's notion of "nervous" performative writing. We are restless, maybe even a bit fearful in our teaching, afraid of the level of exposure, "unable to setde into a clear, linear course, neither willing nor able to stop moving, resdess, transient and transitive . . . drawing one charged moment into another, constituting knowledge in an ongoing process of transmission and transferal" (1998, pp. 90-91). A/r/tography suggests that it is in this movement, this shaking and quaking of measure and rhythm, that knowing is sifted and shifted to understanding (Aoki, 1996; Springgay, Irwin & Wilson Kind, 2005).  Developing an embodied aesthetic wholeness involves nurturing an ecological identity. Mitchell Thomashow says, "there are no single trees, only the forest, a protective layer, one vast web of unfathomable interconnection" (1995, p. 201). He explains our relational connectedness: Identity is a very complex notion, referring to all the different ways people construe themselves in social relationships as manifested in personality, values, actions, and sense of self. To have an identity crisis is to be lost in the world, lacking the ability . . . to connect the self to meaningful objects, people, or ideas—the typical sources of identification, (p. 3)  Ecological identity is an important aspect of wholeness because "ecological identity reflects a person's cognitive, intuitive and affective perceptions of ecological relationships" (Thomashow, 1995, p. 3). One cannot understand self without context. If I were in a forest, all I would be able to see would be the trees around me.  206  I would need to see the forest as an aerial shot to reveal my location. This is how the creative arts reveal. I'm talking again of being immersed and seeing one's own immersion. Somehow, the arts can conceptualize or visibly lay out understanding from a bird's eye view. Renderings conceptualize and summarize the unsaid that is known in the body. Through the arts, the understanding is made visible. We think we are coming to new understandings, but actually, we only think they are new because the unarticulated has not been outwardly exposed and seen from a distance before. We can only locate ourselves when we see ourselves from afar. Art locates us. Dissanayake (2000) says intentionality is always the first activity of art. Intentionality is the seed from which the rendering and understanding emerge.  Dewey describes aesthetic experience as a clear continuity and as a kind of consummation (Irwin, 2004, p. 27). I don't imagine that the aesthetic experience occurs every time I create. Sometimes my renderings are reiterations in another language of my writing. Maybe the mforming comes because we create an oudet for expression. I remember reading a challenging article once and I began webbing and connecting symbols and icons with words as a means to grasp the information. But as I continued, I realized that even the juxtaposition of text, image and space in my notes began to provide understanding. I must remember this when I'm teaching. Note-taking is such an important skill and we tend to teach children to write on the lines—a linear recording while our understandings are not.  The goal of art is the personal but it automatically becomes political when seen by the public. If I compare my art making to teaching and I want my teaching to evoke, I must then teach and express through the uncensored heart and body.  We need to try to understand ourselves and our meanings of life. Thomashow points out, "The quest for meaning represents the core of the earth's wisdom traditions . . . an inescapable human birthright, spanning diverse cultures through historical time" (1995, p. 203). Suzanne Thomas writes: An ecological consciousness demands openness and responsiveness to the whole environment and a sensual attunement to the world. . . . A n ecological  207  consciousness calls for re-framing thmkrng that nurtures an understanding of the interrelational nature of the world—it is action that leads to participatory interaction of self with world. (2004, p. 239) In writing about the meaning of life, Thomashow explains that the purpose of his life is "to be awake in this moment" (1995, p. 203). As teachers, I wonder if we need to question if teaching is part of our awakeness. When I talk about awakeness, I am talking about being really connected—to know and acknowledge sensual, intuitive and tacit knowledge and to feel our responsibility to other and our indebtedness to contextual environments.  I like what Charles Garoian says about the critical processes that occur during creative thinking: These processes preclude the objectification of values, attitudes, and beliefs that stifle interpretation. To avert such objectification, the presentation, experience and interpretation of performance art depends on a "situational aesthetics"—one in which the relationships between the artist, the artmaking process, and the community are considered part of the art work. (1999, p. 32) I relate Garoian's words to teaching. Imagine the teaching performance as the interaction between teacher, process, and context. Again, do you see how all we do is very closely connected to environmental contexts and geographical landscapes broadly defined? One of our goals as teachers is to create congruency between self and context, not only for ourselves, but to enable this connection in our students. So context refers to how "I" am situated within "self as well as how self is situated in relation to others in the social and natural environment.  Our great tension as teachers is our responsibility to public accountability and standardization while teaching for diversity. To teach "uniformly" requires teachers to remain removed from their students much like the detached, unbiased researcher. This type of teaching is all too easy to become dependent on. We need to pay attention to methodology and teaching strategies in pre-service programs. We are also disadvantaged when the pressures of provincial or national broad-based  208  examinations, under the guise of accountability, threaten teacher's sense of belonging. We can only incorporate currere in our curriculum when we prepare teachers well enough to be able to teach connected curriculum using prescribed texts only as guides. We must spend time on articulating personal and public notions of context.  February 15 UNSENT N A T U R A L REMINDERS Loud truck outside Noise, trash, waste, filth You in my mind, disgust Traffic sounds like a tar conveyor belt A new location Is that why I see a new picture now? The blue garbage truck is backing up Loud beeping sounds remind me to beware It's too late The crisp white double lined parking stalls Lie on the black pitch Prevent hermeneutic understandings So regular So framed, protect our cars and stop the confusion Too late How did you fail out of love? Have I become something cusgusting to you? February 20 UNSENT I will write myself out of love Unstory you Rip you off sentence by sentence You won't even feel it You won't even know  A STRANGER O N A FAMILY HOLIDAY touched the earth in so many places under my yellow umbrella at Dr.'s Cave in Montego Bay now the gende breeze wraps me too softly on a beach towel in a cabana in Grand Cayman breathlessly clear blue sea snorkeling in Cozumel 209  s h a r p r o c k y crags far b e l o w l u s h p u r p l e l e a v e s at t h e b o t t o m o f t h e sea like audience c l a p p i n g accolades to m e cheering for m y u n l o v i n g , u n d o i n g unwriting, under water back i n N e w Orleans floating  d o w n the M i s s i s s i p p i again  so l o n g , so  forever,  us  a n d o n B o u r b o n Street unsafe as t w o p o l i c e m e n , g u n s d r a w n , s h o u t a n d y e l l as t h e y c h a s e f o u r b o y s weaving around me I'm invisible to y o u , i n crossfire I a m n o t afraid what a m I without you? holy dross only w i t h y o u a n d t h e h o u s e s h e r e are i n m y d r e a m s w r a p p e d porches, V i c t o r i a n detail, colours, c o l u m n s T u l a n e U n i v e r s i t y trees d a p p l e d l i g h t d a n c i n g o n t h e grass w e c o u l d teach here i f y o u cared t h e d a r k s i d e o f t h e m o o n is i n m y face I cannot bury myself deeper turn off love  March 2 UNSENT W h e n I c o m e to the surface W h e n I feel the real I c a n n o t bear I cannot live my way I am a mask w i t h n o p l a c e s t o see or breathe out m o u t h s m o o t h plastic so I c a n n o t cry cry out I have no sound no words  210  17  Salty Germination Inhales  flowers fade the fruits of summer fade they have their season so do we but please promise me that sometimes you will think of me Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charles Hart & Richard Stilgoe, 1986, p. 16  I imitated Humphrey Bogart's kiss, but I didn't feel it. Only later did I realize that perhaps Bogart didn't feel it either; he was merely kissing the way the director said he should. So there I was imitating a kiss that was never real. Jerry Mander, 1978, p. 236  March 5 UNSENT O f course I'm mad! The first thing you asked when I called, even before "How are you?," was whether or not I hung up the phone when Clare picked up the phone  211  earlier. I'm not some dumb teenage admirer! You make me feel so disgusting. Why do you even sign your emails with "Love Red"?  I am not the Julia you know on paper. She is a fiction I conjured. She can love like the perfect princess of a storybook. She can forgive repeatedly, always hopeful—the perfect teacher, never giving up on her students. She's the perfect martyr for the cruel who take advantage—to be at their disposal, beck and call. I am not her. I feel. Writing my letters to you is a performance of language. Why are we always the main characters in our stories? Sean Wiebe (2006, April 21, personal communication) writes about imagining life as a minor character. He wonders if the reason we always imagine ourselves as the main character has to do with having a life of privilege or selfishness. We always tend to see others in relation to self—that others become part of our stories. Wiebe suggests that Uving as a minor character offers less burden and one still feels part of the whole. He knows I'm writing an epistolary novel. He thinks it's freeing to participate in someone else's story. He asks, "Would I rather be Hamlet? Or is it fine to be Horatio. Or, am I Shakespeare?" Wiebe asks good questions. I reaUze you perform the way I write you into Ufe. Does that mean my love for you is aU a performance? Is my book about characters acting out the Ufe everyone Uves giving testimony that we are performing love? What a thought! What is reaUy real then?  Charles Garoian in Performing Pedagogy (1999) suggests that "the performance of language represents a linguistic strategy to critique those cultural metaphors that codify and stereotype the self and the body in order to emerge a language of identity. The body loses its identity and becomes text as it is inscribed with cultural codes" (p. 44). I don't want those cultural codes on me. I don't want to be stereotyped as the student. I want you to see me.  I know how you have used me. "Love suffers long and is kind; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; . . . rejoices in the truth; bears aU things, beUeves aU things, hopes all things, endures aU things" (1  212  C o r m t h i a n s 1 3 : 4 - 7 , N e w I n t e r n a t i o n a l V e r s i o n ) . I c a n n o t . I see s o c l e a r l y . I d o n o t love you.  March 8 S O M E T I M E C L O S E T O 1851 Yesterday I n the M e x i c a n b a n k i n P u e r t o V a l l a r t a F o r e i g n language signs w e r e s h o u t i n g u r g e n c y T h e g r a n d w o o d e n banisters were o l d , ornately carved, n o longer seen T h e b r i g h t m u r a l u p the s t a i r w e l l f o r g o t t e n i n the f i l t e r e d a f t e r n o o n  dust  T h e w o o d e n beams, m o l e c u l e s , e v e n air particles clearly s u s p e n d e d i n m u t e suspense O n l y pigeons  fluttered  i n t h e rafters, t o s s i n g a r o u n d secrets  U p t h e stairs a l o n e , f o r b i d d e n i s o l a t i o n , t h e c o u r t y a r d o p e n b e l o w I h a d to r e t u r n to the strange silence spread b y the  flapping  o f wings  I l o o k e d d o w n a n d s a w L u k e w i t h t h e g i r l s s i t t i n g o n the e d g e o f t h e f o u n t a i n S o c o n t e n t , s u c h s t i l l n e s s , s i l e n c e a n d s o u n d at o n c e T h e y were lit by the sun, unseeing, h a p p y I c o u l d feel y o u . W e ' v e b e e n here together before, another time A s u r e t y — s o m e sort o f thickness a n d yet disintegration i n the air D e e p e r t h a n a deja v u Richer than imagination A waft f r o m deep inside h a d c o m e out t h r o u g h m y s k i n to r e c o g n i z e t h e w o o d , t h e art, the a i r  ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^  H o w c a n y o u be so c l o s e a n d so l o n g ago? W h y c a n I feel y o u b u t n o t t o u c h y o u ? I miss you, a nauseous l o n g i n g A defeated giddy d r u n k e n w a n t i n g F e e l crazy so k n o w I ' m n o t I w a n t t o b e , let g o R e s i g n myself for y o u G r i p p i n g o n t o the b e a m I w a n t t o release I can't understand m y b o d y A s h a m e d t h a t I feel y o u , see y o u E v e n i m a g i n e t h a t this is r e a l T h a t once y o u saw m e L o v e me, love me not I hear m y wings  1851 Mural, P h o t o g r a p h , P u e r t o Vallarta, 2005  213  March 11 UNSENT STIRRING F R O M A F A R all day felt you stirring in me warm and deep as if you wanted me calling from so far away a soft sound I tilt my head strain to hear, to understand spread through with high, delirious giddy fullness no other can give a recovering alcoholic taking a sip cannot control the wanting the needing with every part of me Marchl3 UNSENT A L L IN A G R A I N When the moon hides and the air is thick with fog, I can still see When my body no longer betrays me and weighs me down I lie in your arms Notiiing to keep us apart Knowing that we have forever And you hold me And I know with surety That all I have imagined is a story untrue, written in the wrong time I realize that I have always been more That you have always loved me That you recognized me I can lie with you now in foreverness because I am no longer Even the bitter cold cannot take my pleasure away Because I love you I love you with a single moment in time that is filled to the brink of bursting Filled with every possible moment of love collected over time Teetering, painfully full and fragile, ready to shatter into a thousand moments of Mediocrity named love by those who haven't felt what it means to hold this Unwanted privilege that knows no taming All my love, all pulsating in a single grain of sand So full yet so tiny, sitting so carelessly in your busy open palm As you stand by sea  214  March 18 UNSENT A MANTRA TO MEMORIZE I will construct a new story From the memories that hurt me Create a new mantra Rewrite this life Wipe away memory Fill every wound with erasure I remember I remember what I want to remember I wrote the story and will write the end I am Seeing Red  THE E N D  215  So we beat on, boats against the current borne back ceaselessly into the past. F. Scott Fitzgerald,  1950, p. 188  216  A CONVERSATION AFTERWORD  This afterword shares the possibilities and potential of how artful research informs processes of scholarly mquiry and honours the reader's multi-perspective as integral to the research project's transformative potential. The afterword is divided into four discussions: Currere, Art, Form, and Knowledge Contributions. I understand that curriculum is "the site on which the generations struggle to define themselves and the world, [that] curriculum is an extraordinarily complicated conversation" (Pinar et al, 1995, p. 848), and that curriculum [refers] to educational courses of action that facilitate human 'growth' [that are] so complex that [they] cannot be studied though any particular theoretical perspective" (Henderson & Slattery, 2004, p. 3). Schwab (1969) believes that the curriculum field is both theoretical and practical and must be approached eclectically. So I purposefully (re)search in multi-layered and seemingly unrelated ways, seeking connections off charted courses. In order to constitute  current understandings  I take my  uncertainties and the relational aspects of my living and research to express theoretical notions and ruminations through the body—through artful expressive means which are enriched with the participation of arms, legs, eyes, ears, heart, and so forth in the forms of writing and artmaking. I take Anne Phelan (2005, p 355) seriously; I am always playing with thought:  217  Learning to be practically wise begins with desire, a yearning to be somediing other than who one is (Garrison, 1997). Pursuing that desire may involve letting go, losing one's balance, and losing certainty. . . . Accepting the fragility of knowledge. Feeling overwhelmed. Engaging in a play of thought. In "playing" out uncertainties through multi-genre narrative texts and visual art, or music, performance, or movement, a complicated and complex conversation is created; and through this shifting and sifting (Aoki, 1996) and agitation of reciprocality, reversibility, resonance, reverberation, and echo within and between forms and mediums, the unarticulated becomes articulated, seen, marked, and visible (see Springgay, Irwin, and Wilson Kind, 2005; Jones, 1998; Pollock, 1998; & Sumara & Luce-Kapler, 1993). Artful research is the act of focusing the camera lens to still a moment in time for others to "see" an iteration, to make the consciousness visible for others to interrogate, judge, and edit. It is the act of iteration which begins to locate points along the journey of currere on the boundless map of a dynamic and rhizomatic curriculum (see Deleuze and Guattari, 1987; Alverman, 2000; Irwin, Beer, Springgay, Grauer, Gu & Bickel, in press). Concurrentiy I am reminded that fine scholarship is not only iteration of the central notions of the personal, relational and artful, but includes in combination: focus, intensity, authority, relevance, and substance (Cole & Knowles, 2000; 2001a; Knowles, 2005).  A r t as Conversation The way I view visual art strays from the formalist criticism of art appreciation toward a postmodern approach with a contemporary pragmatist feminism (Whipps, 2004). The inextricable interconnectedness between the visual and the verbal (Witzling, 1991, 1994) as a collaborative endeavor to uncover the "heart of the artist's thmking, feeling, and wanting to relate that essence" (Stout 2000, p. 348) is integral to my work. Stout (2000, p. 248) explains that for feminist and postmodern artists, writing has become both a critical tool and a strategy in their art. Witzling asserts that "the written word forms an intrinsic part of their artistic activity, not simply an extrinsic theoretical commentary" (1994, p. 11). To these artists, the subject of art is human nature and through their combined written and visual images  218  runs a common purpose, that is, to open a conversation and to pose living possibilities for mutual consideration, understanding, and respect.  Harold Pearse (1992, p. 250) asserts that "the real challenge for art teachers is to understand postmodernism as a way of being in the world and the implications for professional practice." Being postmodern thus is to be an embodied, aesthetic being; to embrace uncertainty, think, research, and create in multiple roles, in multiple mediums (materials and forms), and enact a living pedagogic inquiry, an active search for morningness (see Bollnow, 1989b, p. 22). Morningness is simply experiencing newness in the liminal spaces of revelation. Knowing morningness is to acknowledge and deeply breathe in quotidian moments, seeking and realizing connectivity and relationality in the world. Being in this place of learning is to be an a/r/tographer. A/r/tography, a practice-based methodology (Irwin, 2004) focuses on the interplay between art (literary, visual, performative, and/or musical) antigraphy (writing). The contiguity of multiple roles and lenses of the artist, researcher, and teacher as a holistic practitioner are integral to this type of inquiry. Art layered with writing or literature  rendered  artfully  (in  form,  or  in  combination  with  visual  art/music/performance) emboldens a "filling in" of the inbetween space between mediums. For example, the lyrics of a song on a piece of paper may look flat or lacking but when sung with the right melody, the words suddenly become meaningful. Aesthetic literacies are foundational and essential to social intelligence and linguistic literacies (Broudy, 1988; Greene, 1978). Pinar, Reynolds, Slattery and Taubman purport that in the imagination, the image precedes "the word," thus: using a phenomenological epistemology, Broudy [1988] suggests that the cultivation of the intellect . . . necessarily requires cultivation of the imagination. . . . Those children without a rich store of images are less able to decode concepts and articulate perceptions. In this way aesthetic literacies can be regarded as essential to linguistic literacies. (1995, pp. 569-570)  Both the resistance to and need for presenting text to accompany visual art are intricately interwoven. Unfortunately, the text can "trap" the reader in seeing the  219  work a particular way—much like an epilogue may negate the pragmatist's need to examine the main body of text. On the other hand the words provide another perspective, a window into tracking the unfolding lived experience of the creator. The aim is always to welcome openings, spaces for the viewer to freely move into and out of the work relationaily because whether it is literary or visual, the work really has no possibility of completeness or closure (Cole & Knowles, 2001b, Stout, 2000).  Currere as Complicit Curriculum Conversation The word curriculum is derived from the Latin word, currere, which means to run (see Pinar & Grumet, 1976; Irwin, 2003, 2004). Curriculum is generally thought of as static, as in performance outcomes or course content, while currere is dynamic. Currere describes the process and multi-directional movement of learning, of the relational aspects of knowledge production in a dialogic and dialectic space between learner and others. In order to support an energetic curriculum of currere, working in the liminal space, the artist's studio, heartens a generative place of creative knowledge construction (see Sameshima & Irwin, 2006).  Understandings of complicity and complicit systems underpin this dissertation. These notions are rooted in complexity theory, particularly the research work done by Cohen and Steward (1994) and Sumara and Davis (1997). Complexity theory is a field of inquiry which uses metaphors to describe and reveal new perspectives on evolving organisms, collectives, and Ufe processes. Very simply, Cohen and Steward explain that complicit systems are not dependent on initial conditions which frame and limit the space of the possible. In this dissertation, the forms of research process and presentation are not limited to, or by, contrived systems of elaborate interpretations which are intended to reflect, represent, describe, or simulate some aspect of the universe; rather, the dissertation resonates with complicity which, in addition to sharing an etymological heritage with "complexity," evokes senses of being implicated in or serving as an accomplice to and thus announces a need to be attentive to one's own participation in events. We are fuUy 220  implicated in our world, and this notion extends well beyond the now commonplace understanding that perception is not innocent. (Sumara & Davis, 1997, pp. 303-304) Thus, as reader, one is complicitiy knitted into the unfolding storyline, connecting letters, assuming and constructing the character of Red, dancing a co-choreographed piece with the writer. Again implication, complication, and complicity of the novel as a whole can be similarly paralleled metonymically to the teacher and learner dynamic.  Grumet suggests that "in order to reap the disclosure that lies dormant within our curricular forms, we must claim them in our familiar, daily experience and then estrange ourselves from them" (1978, p. 288). This dissertation ends with the tide reminding the reader that all that is to be known is already present. I seek to improve the contexts of learning and teaching by sharing stories of the inner life of a teacher. By iterating the unsaid, the unspoken, readers become less "othered." I believe all our quests for identity and belonging are longings to know we fit into the mainstream, the main storyline we have been acculturated to believe. In telling our stories, we enlarge that storyline to incorporate and accept diversity and multiplicity without dilution and conformity. In relating "illegitimate" stories (see Richardson & St. Pierre, 2005, p. 966) we create a discourse of the particular as the general. We demonstrate that the perceived general is a myth of oppression. When all stories can be heard, then we can be truly democratic, overcome privileging, and develop in ourselves and in our schools lives of peace, happiness, and joy.  I conclude this section with Volkart's (2000, If 12) online questions: What aesthetic strategies are being developed to address us as multiply coded, hybridized, and differential subjects so that we can re-formulate ourselves? How can we make use of the specifically situated knowledge of art and discourse producers of both genders and diverse origins to conduct identity discourses that are non-fixed and headed for new fixations? In response, I return again to Cohen and Steward's (1994) work and urge further development in curriculum discourses which support open complicit systems of teaching and learning.  221  Form as Conversation Cole and Knowles (2001b, p. 213) suggest that "when researchers have a particular commitment to pushing the boundaries of method and audience, representational form is central to the achievement of research goals." I agree with Cole and Knowles; as a researcher I must "write for meaning rather than to record meaning." In thinking about the quality, purpose, and method of my form, I turn to Cole and Knowles' "Defining Elements of [arts-informed] Life History Research" (2001a, pp. 125-128). These researchers hold that positivist conceptions of vahdity, reliability, and generalizability in the qualitative paradigm are "not appropriate for making judgments about qualitative research that is conducted from other paradigmatic vantage points" (p. 124). So while strategies of triangulation, transparency of the research process, depth of descriptive accounts, cross-site and cross-case analyses, length of time in the field, declaration of researcher bias, and so forth are procedurally considered, judgments regarding value are steeped in alternate paths. Kilbourn (1999) asserts that the strength of a piece of fiction or work is in its ability to show qualities of experience which can be recognized as true of people and situations. Kvale (1995, p. 37) suggests that post-positivist research can be "judged according to the quality of its crafting, the nature of its commumcability, and its pragmatic value"; and Lawrence-Lightfoot and Hoffman-Davis (1977, p. 274) believe that quality qualitative research is expressed as an aesthetic whole bound in resonance, authenticity, and coherence. Richardson (2005, p. 964) asks if the work contributes to social life. Does the work have aesthetic merit, "opens up the text and invites interpretive responses? Is the text artistically shaped, satisfying, complex, and not boring?" Richardson continues: Has the author demonstrated reflexivity? Does this piece affect the reader emotionally or intellectually; generate new questions; and move the reader to write, try new research practice and move to action? Seeing Red is not an attempt to fulfill specific criteria of value and quality (even though it perhaps ironically seeks to meet the points I've chosen to mention), but rather is a satisfying creation of fullness according to my own unarticulated and shifting judgment in the current momentary context of what I deem as worthy research.  222  C o l e a n d K n o w l e s suggest that f o r m itself has the p o w e r to i n f o r m a n d that the representation  o f t h e w o r k is t h e  "main vehicle through w h i c h  our  scholarship  b e c o m e s k n o w n and, for that matter, w i d e l y accepted o r rejected by peers" (2001, p. 122)  Eisner  believes  that  "the  forms  through  which  humans  represent  their  c o n c e p t i o n o f t h e w o r l d h a v e a m a j o r i n f l u e n c e o n w h a t t h e y are a b l e t o say a b o u t it." ( 1 9 9 1 , p . 7.) E d e l f u r t h e r asserts t h a t t h e q u a l i t y o f a w r i t t e n l i f e " r e s i d e s i n t h e art o f n a r r a t i o n , n o t i n the narrative  begins"  substance  (1984,  p.  15).  o f the I  story. T h e substance  have  developed  this  exists b e f o r e  dissertation  with  c o n s c i o u s n e s s o f r e s p o n s i b i l i t y to representational f o r m a n d c o n t e n t w i t h the of  c h a l l e n g i n g the reader  to situate  the a  hope  s e l f i n r e l a t i o n t o t h e l e t t e r t e x t s ; i t is t h i s  e n a c t m e n t w h i c h paves the w a y to the transformative p o t e n t i a l o f this dissertation. H e r m a n S t a r k ( 2 0 0 3 , p . 46) a r g u e s t h a t " f o r m p r e c e d e s c o n t e n t , a n d i n d e e d l i n g e r s after."  The  form  o f representation  o f t h e w o r k d i r e c d y affects  the effect o f  research. I f the w o r k does n o t t o u c h the heart o f the audience, the  the  understandings  w i l l n o t linger. T h e w o r k m u s t e v o k e a n d i n order to e v o k e , the w o r k m u s t  be  p a s s i o n a t e a n d d r a w t h e a u d i e n c e . I seek t o d r a w t h e a u d i e n c e t o t h e o r i z e t h e i r o w n situatedness t h r o u g h the v e h i c l e o f story.  Intention, i n Conversation Selecting a specific  form  and  genre  which  holistically  suits,  complements,  and  c o n t r i b u t e s t o t h e i n t e n t i o n s o f a p r o j e c t m u s t b e d e l i b e r a t e a n d m i n d f u l . E i s n e r says t h e i n t e n t o f r e s e a r c h is t o i m p r o v e t h e c o n t e x t s o f l e a r n i n g a n d t e a c h i n g a n d t h e a i m o f e d u c a t i o n is " c o n c e i v e d o f as t h e p r e p a r a t i o n o f artists, n a m e l y , p e o p l e w h o m a k e t h i n g s w e l l " ( 2 0 0 4 , p . 15). I f t h e g o a l s o f r e s e a r c h i n t e n d t o f u l f i l l t h e s e c l a i m s t h e n research m u s t i n c l u d e the i t e r a t i o n o f w h a t current contexts o f l e a r n i n g a n d teaching are a n d p r o v i d e p o s s i b i l i t i e s f o r t h e  preparation  o f artists i n t h e w a y s i n w h i c h  a n y t h i n g c r e a t e d c a n b e a n art.  M y i n t e n t i o n s i n Seeing Red are m u l t i - f o l d . I seek t o e n v e l o p d i c h o t o m i e s w i t h i n a storyline, i n spaces threads,  in multiple  situation—to  o f contradictions, i n duplicitous interlocking and figurative  demonstrate  meanings  theory  in  in  an  practice.  attempt Through  to a  connect simple  entangled theory plot  to line,  223  characteristic of epistolary novels, I attempt to sound the silent spaces between eros and love, thought and feeling, mind and body, asceticism and moral duty, teaching and healing, fiction and nonfiction, objective and subjective, and myth and real. For example, the book chapters are framed by the five Chinese elements of wood, fire, earth, metal and water in an attempt to sit in the inbetween space of Western and Eastern frames of thmking. The element wood refers to the season of spring which correlates to the begmning of the love relationship. As the seasons progress toward winter, as the relationship deteriorates, the unspoken hope is that spring will renew, that winter is just a period of incubation, the inhalation before new birth. The last element of water is also a reminder of the simile raised in the book that love is like prosody—it is the water which holds words, that winter is necessary before spring, that our winter sorrows will hold the fullness of joys and hopes to come, and that through wounding, new birth arises. Each chapter title is part of a poem which describes the section's Chinese element.  More specifically, in "Letters to Chris," I propose and describe the development of an embodied aesthetic wholeness, a means to nurturing alternate ways of knowing which could significandy influence transformational learning theory processes. Within the storyline of the novel I explore conceptions of fiction and knowledge (Denzin, 2005; Neilsen, 2002; Richardson & St. Pierre, 2005); investigate the  teacher/learner  experience as curriculum discourse (Pinar, Reynolds, Slattery, & Taubman, 1995; Clarke & Erickson, 2003); provide examples of how connections  between  personal/professional experiences shape pedagogical practice (Ayers, 1988; Cole & Knowles, 2000; Grumet, 1991); and illustrate how knowledge construction can be deepened through artful, creative scholarship (Broudy, 1988; Cole & Knowles, 2001b; Irwin, 2004). Through form, I provide an example of and challenge the notions of public accessibility and communication of scholarship which many believe are the culprits of research influence (Giroux, 2005; Knowles, 2005). In addition, I draw attention to how artful research opens possibilities for  understanding  curriculum and pedagogy as articulated by poststructuralist Jacques Daignault (1992a). Last, I demonstrate the process of layering arts-informed research on a/r/t/graphy  to guide the work. That is to say my life breathes as an  224  a/r/tographer—I am always seeking pedagogical relationships in my living. I render my  work  though  the  concepts  of  contiguity, living  inquiry,  openings,  metaphor/metonymy, reverberations and excess (see Springgay, Iriwn, & Wilson Kind, 2005). In this a/r/tographic beingness I incorporate arts-informed research as another layer over my researching in that I am first inspired by an artform (the power of the letter form); second, I gather further letters, fictionalize narratives, research topics, and make art as a complicated innovative data collection; and third, I represent the "data" in a unique way. My intention is that the presented work, although never final, is theoretical but not presented as a traditional theoretical text.  Parallax as Voices i n Conversation In articulating subjectivities and naming experiences in relation to curriculum and pedagogy at personal and relational public levels, a deeper, dynamic, fuller, more inclusive "pedagogy of parallax" is created to research, live, learn, and teach by. The word parallax comes from the Greek work parallage which means alteration, and from parallassein, to change. Parallax is the apparent change of location of an object against a background due to a change in observer position or perspective shift. The concept of parallax encourages researchers and teachers to acknowledge and value the power of their own and their readers and students' shifting subjectivities and situatedness which direcdy influence the constructs of perception, interpretation, and learning. There is not one truth or canonized definition for living pedagogically, only one's epistemologic representationalism which cannot be marginalized because there is no criteria to restrict freedom of voice or word. I heartfully privilege the contiguity of mind, heart, spirit, body, and language, and welcome parallax in the reading of Seeing Red to garner multiplicity in perspectives, readings, and understandings; as well as to further encourage mquiry in the fusion of the literary and the arts to open frames of reference in research.  Stout explains that rotating frames of reference or responding critically to a particular focus from various vantage points creates: an unbounded interaction among viewer/reader, image and text, and artist/author. Emerging from this interaction is an understanding of the art  225  object as an open entity. [Viewers] come to see all works of art as something like sculpture in the round, something that can be conceptually revolved, viewed from many angles. (2000, p. 347) My goal is to position the viewer/reader in a space of mdeterminacy and to encourage participatory consideration as the viewer integrates self into multiple perspectives (see Stout, 2000; Hanks, 1989). In this compound revolving viewing arena, a borderless interface of sorts, the audience is urged to a realization that the artful work—whether it is visual or textual, is only "completed or made whole by the discourse (involving artist, viewer, and critics)" (Stout, 2000, p. 347) or the junctions of the viewer, the artist, the context and the moment, the course of interpretation. In essence, the project's visibility is dependent on the viewer. The viewer is no longer a passive onlooker but given a specific open placeholder, a space of responsibility to be implicated. The letter format offers a kinetic passageway between writer and reader. The text is not static but vibrating, seeking resonation and communion with other voices at a personal level. The format of the work calls the reader to become the author thus making each reading a new story. The project materializes its presence through the multiinterpretations of the reader. The letter reader is asked to piece together the fragments of letters and to construct the identity of Red, in essence, to see Red, to write the other half of the story while simultaneously seeking a balance of trust in the letter writer who is purposefully manipulative with words. The questions remain: Who is Red? Does the reader simply unknowingly follow an acculturated heterosexual fairytale storyline or could Red be someone else—the unmentioned advisor, an alter ego, narrative personified? Pmpomting identity is mystifying as evidenced as a theme throughout the dissertation. The names of the three professors mentioned also cause complication. Professor Winnie Crates' surname is a reference to two philosophers: Crates of Thebes, a Hellenistic philosopher and teacher of Zeno of Citium (Jared Zeno), who was associated with Stoicism, a school of philosophy that teaches that altruistic self-control and detachment from emotion allow one to become a clear thinker; and Crates of Mallus, a Greek grammarian and also a Stoic philosopher of the 2 century BC. Will McCarthy's name quiedy alludes nd  226  to US Senator Joseph McCarthy who was in office from 1947 to 1957 and who was associated with the term "Red Scare"—a fear of communist influence on US society. During the two "Red Scare" periods in United States history (1917-1920 and from the late 1940s through to the mid 1950's), citizens were incarcerated for simply belonging or sympathizing with subversive groups. This linkage reiterates the danger (seeing red) and most needed practice of subverting, disrupting, transgressing, and troubling historically accepted normative discourses.  Editor's  Note:  How  does the story end? Does  the audience  finally  see Red,  understanding of the silent character? Is Julia seeing Red? Is Julia angry—one  construct  who has moved from  a passive "othered" submissive position to a place which sanctions the authority to be angry? Julia's past identity died with winter as she moves through the liminal  an  Has  space transforming  her  sorrows into hopeful spring joys? Is Julia going to see Red in the flesh—a sure means to disrupt or confirm the created symbolic archetype? Has Red been the teacher martyr, sacrificing personal desires over ascetic, altruistic teaching practice? Will Julia  see Red in the afterlife? Another  the title is to the Doppler Effect, named after Christian  Doppler (1803-1853),  insinuation  of  which is a change  in pitch from a shift in the frequency of soundwaves. For example, when an ambulance approaches, the siren's soundwaves compress toward the listener thus translating into a change of sound as the ambulance gets closer then speeds away. The name given to the radiation waves emitted by an object moving away is called redshift. Radiation Red could refer to either Red or Julia  is redshifted when its wavelength increases. Thus Seeing  departing.  Truth and Fiction i n Conversation I use fiction in autobiographical format because autobiographical texts proffer powerful opportanities for dialogue between dominant and marginalized cultures (hooks, 1997; Lionnet, 1989; Lorde, 1982). I am particularly interested in contemporary autobiographical research which includes experimental fictional memoirs, (auto)biography, life stories, and letters of theory as cultural sites for imaginative interpretive accountings of lived experiences; as well as fictional texts which combine autobiography, theory, interpretation, and imagination (hooks, 1997; Kadar, 1993; Leggo, Chambers, Hurren, & Hasebe-Ludt, 2004). Fictional letter writing allows a fluid merging of theory and imagination. For example, running  227  through the text are ruminations on the power of language to shape, build and construct meaning, understanding, and identity (Derrida, 1978; Leggo, 2005b; Neilsen, 1998). I play with this idea in reverse—a deliberate playing out of Hegel's 1807 work on the mind and body consciousnesses fighting for control. If I construct love by writing poetically, can I write myself out of love? If meaning is constructed through language, can feeling be deconstructed the same way? Can I change my feelings by rewriting a new story or by changing my perspective? Writing didactic fiction in educational and philosophical circles is not original as evidenced by the works of scholars such as Brent Kilbourn (1998), Rishma Dunlop (1999), Eve Sedgwick (2000), Elizabeth de Freitas (2003), Herman Stark (2003), Douglas Gosse (2005), and even Samuel Richardson (1740). Guiding contemporary epistolary novels outside of the academic arena include Walker (1982), Gardam (1991), Wright (2002), and Bantock (1991, 1992, 1993, 2001, 2002). The themes in Seeing Red can easily be compared to Samuel Richardson's (1740) Pamela, the official pioneer of the epistolary form, which also has the notable distinction of being the first modern English novel (Chambers, 2003). Pamela consists of letters and a diary. It is a simple story of an affair and eventual marriage of a maid, Pamela Andrews, to her master Mr. B. The storyline was controversial at the time for its perceived licentiousness and the implications of crossing social class distinctions. The novel format ties themes and characters together just as storytelling can bind theory and practice. Norman Denzin (2005) supports the pedagogical and libratory nature of the critical democratic storytelling imagination. Laurel Richardson (2005, p. 962) suggests that creative analytical practices of documenting ethnographic research are "valid and desirable representations of the social." The love story and issues of teacher/learner role boundaries are controversial and largely unspoken of in educational settings and the letter format is voyeuristic. In this sense, the audience is being given a peek, a look at the unrevealed. One of the advantages of the epistolary novel is its semblance of reality and the difficulty for readers to distinguish the text from genuine correspondence (Wurzbach, 1969). The genre allows the reader access to the writing character's mtimate thoughts without perceived interference from the  228  author's manipulation and conveys events with dramatic and sensational immediacy (Carafi, 1997). Carafi surmises that Alice Walker (1982), who wrote the well-known epistolary novel The Color Purple, used letters in order to create direct connection between characters, craft her characters as humanly as possible, and allow the reader greater access to her character's thoughts.  The epistolary is much more than a narrative structure upon which the plot hangs. Teacher educator, Brent Kilbourn, in the preface to his own novella, "To Seek a Deeper Truth," declares that his objective in using fiction is to convey complex ideas in an approachable fashion. He suggests: The didactic aim of the dialogue shapes conversation in a pointed direction and with serious intent.... A n issue gets picked up in the moment, reaches a plateau, and fades, only to be picked up again later on; this allows connections to be made and issues to be raised that would be more difficult in another genre. (1998, p. xiii) The didactic is written in letter fragments not only in support of Kilbourn's claims that topics can be revisited repeatedly, but to further maintain the notion that curriculum cannot be taught as a fully formed product and received whole by the learner. Learning is best received in fragments, given time to incubate in the learner and pieced together by the learner to form meaning connected to prior experiences. Each learner will assemble the pieces together uniquely and in the way in which he/she needs to know the information in that moment of time. This ability to receive and shape the fragments determines the learning outcome. In the text I illustrate this point through learning hip hop sequences at a weekly dance class.  This genre is appropriate for my needs as with almost all epistolary novels the focus is not on action but, rather, character and relationship (Wurzbach, 1969; Day, 1966). Thomas Beebee (1999) categorizes Pamela as a monologic-dialogue—one letter writer writing to one reader. This one-to-one relationship can be paralleled to the attentiveness created between a one-on-one lesson between teacher and learner. Without intention, the reader becomes responsible to the writer's words because in the act of reading the letters, the reader is implicated, obligated to think about  229  his/her responsibility to the writer. Compared to an article or piece of narrative fiction written to the general public where the reader has litde obligation to internalize and respond at a conscious level, the reader of an epistolary text is responsible for response because of its monologic nature.  One of the epistolary novel's greatest strengths is the ability of the genre to create diametrically opposing reading possibilities. The reader's direct  experience  determines the authenticity of the fictional writer's voice. For example, the limited scope I provide of Red ironically becomes a strength of the novel when the reader acknowledges the incompleteness of Red's portrayal. The reader has complete ownership in the construction of Red's "real" character and virtues. This genre gives me the authority to willfully manipulate the text, constandy provide subjective and obscure accounts and even willful counter plots if I wish while I know the judicious reader is consciously aware of this fact. In thinking of the multiplicity of interpretations, the epistolary genre supports Bakhtin's (1986) notion of heteroglossia which refers to the inclusion of all conflicting voices as having value. In this case, nothing is ever stable or capable of restricted meariing because the audience divines the story. Whitson (1993) explains that heteroglossia is not a method or strategy for political agency; rather, it is simply a condition of the linguistic world and must be accounted for. The genre further validates Denzin's view that postmodern ethnography "values and privileges the authority and voice of the reader and thus changes the role and authority of the researcher as meariing maker and theorizer" (1997, p. 36).  Chambers (2003) notes that the tenor of the twenty-first century is ready for the epistolary novel again. As in the eighteenth century, when fiction closely paralleled the work of nonfiction, our current culture follows a similar pattern. Popular "reality" shows {Survivor, American Idol, The Real World) claim to be nonfiction. Cameras follow people around and then turn the footage into a story. Reality shows lead the audience to believe that the reality they are viewing is real, yet the astute viewer is aware that the camera crew, editors and a multitude of staff have rigorously  230  constructed, reconstructed, and manipulated the "reality" by the time the viewer sees the show. Chambers adds: It is not that viewers do not know that what they are seeing isn't biased and edited, but they like to believe that they are watching reality because this culture, like the eighteenth century is also enamored with the idea of realistic entertainment. (2003, p. 16) Chambers suggests that email correspondence "seems real because it is a realistic activity for modern characters to engage in and also because it allows a writer to objectively portray character and do so in such a way that it seems as if it actually could have happened" (p. 16).  Essentially, Seeing Red can be described as an epistolary bildungsroman—a narrative genre origmating in the late 18 century—which describes either an actual or th  metaphorical journey in which the protagonist seeks "reconciliation between the desire for individuation (self mlfiliment) and the demands  of socialization  (adaptation to the given social reality)" (Rau, 2002, p. 1). The term Bildungsroman is left untranslated because the word has several meanings beyond the most common acceptances of "novel of development or novel of education" (p. 1). Etymologically, in its cultural context, the term describes "the relationship between man and god in the composite sense of imago dei" (p. 1) which means Image of God in Latin. Imago dei refers to a quest for wholeness according to the myth of the fall (Adam and Eve's fall from grace) and speaks to humans' freedom to quest wholeness or to repress or deny their moral likeness to God. Petra Rau further explains that: Wilhelm von Humboldt, influenced by a botanical and morphological framework from the natural sciences describes Bildung as a combination of Anbildung (acquisition of qualities or knowledge), Ausbildung (development of already existing qualities), [and] Entfaltung (creative broadening of acquired skills or qualities without external restriction and assisimilation). Goethe [1767-1832, German novelist, poet and philosopher] redefined ideas of Bildung with his own concepts of metamorphosis and morphology as a natural, organic process of maturation as well as a pedagogic principle leading to an overall harmonic wholeness. (Rau, 2002, p. 1)  231  The legitimate love story draws the reader forward to seek balance. The sensationalism of an "unethical" love story in the academy is similar to stories run in tabloid newspapers and sensationalized stories which often are semi-fictional but viewed and accepted as nonfiction. This latter cultural obsession demonstrates the general public's vicarious interest in the lives of media constructed characters and celebrities portrayed in magazines. The urge to reach a particular standard or "mythological platform" in order to be "someone" or to be happy, cycles back to the misguided belief in the fairytale myths I am so eager to dispel. Notions of love, incompleteness, desire, belonging and urge for "awakeness," or living the "good life" are ongoing themes throughout Seeing Red. Notions of happiness and living an embodied, holistic, appreciative learning life challenge the common view that everyday life is mundane, of little value, and not the fertile context for learning. Learning values echo societal values. Our society validates learning only in formalized contexts. The belief that learning only occurs at particular "mythological platforms"; such as in schools, in classrooms, and from prescribed texts, sadly restricts multiple ways of knowing, learning, and understanding. Life-long learning, a popular educational "mission" statement phrase, thus begins to take on meanings associated with commodified curriculum packages and going to school, and not the joyful fullness of relational, meaningful daily learning.  Poetic Conversations Following the substantial work in elaborating teaching as art (Eisner, 1985; Rubin, 1985, 1991), I present poetry as rendered and performed artistic inquiry. Poetry distills experience, names experience, and turns experience into knowledge (Cixous, 1993; Daly, 1973; Frueh, 1996; Irigaray, 1985; Leggo, 2005a; Lorde, 1982). Pinar et al. warn readers not to dismiss scholarly work that seeks to "dissolve, explode, and deconstruct the taken-for-granted and reified forms of curriculum research that are frequendy mistaken for the reality of educational experience they pretend to map" (1995, p. 491). Poetic theory is "writing which disturbs the usual linear logic commonly accepted as synonymous with rationalistic curriculum theory" (p. 491). The poem "Sometime Close to 1851" in the last chapter is an example of the rupture  232  in the linear time and space continuum of thinking which opens up multiple possibilities. It also demonstrates  ekphrasis—poetry inspired by art, or a re-  presentation of research in another form—purposeful mquiry through a layering of various art forms.  Writers and Scholars i n Conversation The words of others are gathered throughout the book like bouquets of fragrant wild flowers to provide an expansive aura of collaboration and choral harmony from which new ideas can sprout. The goals of this work are not to produce a concluding in-depth study of one idea but rather to open the presents and presence we live in and re-question what is important about education: why do we remember certain teachers; how do conceptions of curriculum influence our teaching; what is important to be teaching in schools and in teacher educator programs; what do we know of the teacher/learner relationship; how can we restructure our historically acculturated thoughts on schooling; and how do we move from advocacy to action?  Knowledge Contributions as Opening Conversations Cole and Knowles (2001b), Denzin (1997), and Grumet, Taubman, Pinar, Blich, and Salvio (2000) all urge researchers to interpret and explicate the pedagogical, theoretical, transformative potential, and significance of research inquiry, agreeing that an entertaining story is not enough. Cole and Knowles (2001a, p. 127) suggest that "knowledge claims made must be made with sufficient ambiguity and humility to allow for multiple interpretations and reader response." Further, the work must contribute to research. The work must answer the "So what?" question. I humbly offer my contributions in Seeing Red as openings for further conversations.  Conversations on Dissertation Formats I would like to contribute to conversations regarding form as integrally related to knowledge production and urge researchers and teachers to be mindful of form, not  233  only content in delivery practices. This dissertation provides an example of how form expands the possibilities of complicit possibilities. I am not stating that the epistolary form is the best literary form or even appropriate genre to be used by others for other purposes but that for this particular storyline and for my specific intentions and contributions in this place and time, this form was generative.  Nell Duke and Sarah Beck (1999), in their article, "Education should consider alternative formats for the dissertation", published in Educational Researcher in 1999 provide a historical synopsis of the traditional dissertation as a genre of writing. Since the inception of the dissertation and PhD degree in Germany in the mid-19  th  century, the two prevailing goals of the dissertation have been to a) be a training instrument, in other words, "the traditional dissertation provides training in developing a substantial, coherent research plan through a single research study; and b) be an "original and significant contribution to knowledge" (Berelson, 1960, p. 173). Duke and Beck argue that in the field of education, "the dissertation in its traditional format does not adequately serve either purpose" (p. 31). Halstead (1988, p. 497) writes: "a piece of research is not recognized as having been completed until it is communicated, and others know about it and have enough information to enable them to test its authenticity." Duke and Beck report that most dissertations are only read by the three to four people on the dissertation committee thus the researcher's findings do litde to contribute to educational knowledge. Duke and Beck further claim that as most people only write one dissertation in their lives, the genre as a training instrument is wasted. They suggest alternate forms of writing which fulfill the following two criteria: "Will the format of this dissertation make it possible to disseminate the work to a wide audience?" and "will writing a dissertation in this format help prepare candidates for the type of writing they will be expected to do throughout their career?" (p. 33)  At a 1996 panel at the American Educational Research Association (AERA) conference, Howard Gardner argued against the novel as a dissertation. Garner felt that "writing a novel would not provide educational researchers with the experience of mastering education as a discipline, such that one would then be able to pass one's  234  knowledge of die discipline on to other researchers and practitioners" (Duke & Beck, 1999, p. 33; also see Saks, 1996 for a report on Gardner's panel discussion). I stubbornly disagree with Gardner. He is essentially advocating that doctoral candidates should create a blueprint for "mastering education as a Discipline" and then once in the academy, reproducing this mastery through mentorship of graduate students. This is the same greatest problem in our teacher education programs. We cannot continue to imagine that student teachers will become fine practitioners if we provide blueprints of mastery. First, mastery is a myth and an excuse for those who have lost passion and desire and second, to imagine that we can clone teachers or reproduce lessons and knowledge is to envision that the teacher identity, instructional proficiency, and learners in context are blank slates of conformity. Thus, the critical issue of cUscipline demonstrated in a dissertation really speaks to the art of researching. Likewise the art of teaching is to be able to mmdfully piece together the fragmentary and diversity of personal skills, attributes, place, context, and learners in the moment. This is the art we should be teaching in pre-service programs and demonstrating in dissertations.  Duke and Beck (1999) also counter Gardner's stance by suggesting that if the dissertation were written for example in segments of publishable articles, the doctoral recipient under the guidance and scrutiny of a dissertation committee and then peer reviewers would be in a much better position to mentor others in the skill of writing publications which could influence the field of education. As my dissertation is in the form of letters, I have published stand-alone letters and poems in journals, and written and presented related papers extending the topics presented in the novel.  Brent Kilbourn (1999, p. 27) in his article, "Fictional Theses" suggests that the debates in 1995 between Eisner and Phillips and Eisner and Gardner in 1996 although critically important for grappling with meaning and  truth which  are central  issues of traditional notions of the meaning of fiction, were however, conducted with "sparse reference to actual instances of educational writing." In 1985, Fishkin (p. 17) had already quoted novelist E. L. Doctorow who said, "There is no longer any such  235  things as fiction or nonfiction, there is only narrative." Richardson posits that despite the blurring of genres, the major difference that separates fiction writing from science writing is the writer's intention and overt declaration which then draws different audiences and has "different impacts on publics and politics—and on how one's 'truth claims' are to be evaluated" (2005, p. 961).  Kilbourn's stance is further grounded in Stephen Pepper's 1942 work on defining the two different ways of the handling of evidence or the attempt to find meaning and truth in fiction. Using Pepper's example of buying a chair to illustrate, Kilborn explains that multiplicative corroboration of evidence rests in "repeated observations of the same phenomenon in repeated empirical tests that corroborate each other and that are corroborated by many observations by many individuals" (1999, p. 27) So if one were buying a chair, one would empirically test the chair by observing people of all sizes repeatedly sitting in it. Structural corroboration, on the other hand, "is a matter of different kinds of information converging on the same conclusion. The stress is on structural connection and coherence. . . . Circumstantial evidence is one variety of structural corroboration. When buying a chair, one would "examine its structure note its construction. . . and note the reputation of the manufacturer" (p. 27) Kilbourn, situated by Pepper's (1942) position argues that concepts like truth and meaning are not testable in an empirical sense. Kilbourn promotes doctoral dissertations which demonstrate self-conscious method. He says the dissertation: should betray the author's sensitivity to concerns of epistemology, to concerns about the connection between method and meaning. . . . The author should explicidy demonstrate an awareness of his or her role as a writer, . . . make clear her or his sensitivity to the conceptual and methodological moves made during the conduct of the study and in the presentation of the study as a readable document. (1999, p. 28) Kilbourn concludes by stating that "the power of fiction is its ability to show, largely through structural corroboration, the qualities of experience that we multiplicatively recognize as poetically true of people and situations" (p. 31).  236  Kilbourn  (1999) attributes  Phillips'  (1995) adamant stance in support of  multiplicative corroboration against fiction writing to the serious implicit question of "Just how far would this relativistic conception of research go?" Kilbourn's counter is that structural corroboration does not have an "unbounded field" (p. 28) and he goes on to discuss qualities of theses. A similar concern is raised by Isaac, Quinlan, and Walker (1992) that the dissertation provides a particular standard, central focus, and shared experience for all PhD programs and thus demands regulation. Duke and Beck (1999) caution education departments to continue to emphasize training in the methodological processes and maintain high standards of research quality.  I fully support this review on dissertation format and respond to Kilbourn's (1999, see p. 28) evaluatory questions on fictional theses—I consider Seeing Red as contributory to scholarship because it addresses the issue of form and format which have not been adequately addressed; that the construction is thorough, reflexive, and systematic (not in a linear but, rather, holistic sense), and that the project has relevance beyond the local conditions of production.  The Teacher/Learner i n Conversation Based on the work of Otto Bollnow (1989c), this dissertation suggests that when the inloveness of educational eros (Sameshima & Leggo, 2006a) is acknowledged in living and nurtured in the dialogic space between teacher and learner, transformational knowing possibilities are greatly enhanced (also see Doll, 2006). Bolinow's (1989c) description of educational love embraces patience, hope, serenity, humour, and goodness. He espouses a notion that a pedagogic trust relationship creates a sense of "morningness" (1989b, p. 22) and that this learning atmosphere can be likened to a Heideggerian pure mood which is the place from which the world is unlocked (Bollnow, 1989a, p. 64). In this place of heightened trust, wandering, and celebration, one is free to explore and learn in non-prescriptive ways.  Conversations on Transformation Theories I would also like to contribute to expanding Mezirow's work of over thirty years on transformation theory. Mezirow's investigations identified educators' failure to  237  recognize  that  belief  systems  acquired  through  "cultural assimilation and  i d i o s y n c r a t i c i n f l u e n c e s o f p r i m a r y c a r e g i v e r s " ( 1 9 9 7 , p . 6) d e t e r m i n e  or  the  distort  interpretation o f experience. B y critically exarnining "deep p s y c h o l o g i c a l structures o f thought,  feeling,  and  will"  (1978,  p.  108),  i n d i v i d u a l s are  able  to  transform  w o r l d v i e w s to "a m o r e inclusive, d i s c r i m i n a t o r y , a n d integrative perspective" (1996, p . 169) t h e r e b y i m p r o v i n g s k i l l s t o d e a l w i t h s u b s e q u e n t l i f e e x p e r i e n c e s ( M e r r i a m & C l a r k , 1993).  P a t t e s o n (2002) s u c c i n c d y c o n d e n s e s M e z i r o w ' s t r a n s f o r m a t i o n p r o c e s s i n t o t h r e e stages: 1) e n c o u n t e r i n g t h e d i s o r i e n t a t i o n , 2) e x a m i n i n g a n d e x p e r i m e n t i n g , a n d 3) trying  out  new  learning. B r o o k f i e l d  (2000)  and  Coffman  (1989)  suggest  t r a n s f o r m a t i v e l e a r n i n g is less l i k e l y l i n e a r b u t s p i r a l a n d r e c u r s i v e a n d I  that would  further suggest that the p i n g p o n g r i c o c h e t i n g synapses b e t w e e n v i s u a l a n d c o g n i t i v e c o m p r e h e n s i o n w h e n v i e w i n g the v i s u a l a n d / o r a c k n o w l e d g i n g place a n d situation, a l o n g w i t h n a r r a t i v e p r e s e n t e d i n c o n c e r t , e c h o this d y n a m i c d w e l l i n g o n a n i d e a . Usher,  Bryant and Johnson  transformation—further  (1997)  emphasize  encouragement  for  the  significant role  researchers  to  o f others  seriously  in  consider  r e l a t i o n a l a n d c o l l a b o r a t i v e issues a n d the critical role the r e a d e r / v i e w e r .  M e z i r o w (2000) c o n t i n u e s t o u r g e o t h e r s t o c o n t r i b u t e r e s e a r c h t h a t l e a d s t o refinement  of  transformation  transformative processes significantly  increased  theory.  I  would  like  to  broaden  the  Mezirow's  b y suggesting that possibilities o f t r a n s f o r m a t i o n c a n  i f attention  is  g i v e n to  the  1  st  stage  be  (encountering  the  d i s o r i e n t a t i o n ) . I suggest t h a t t r a n s f o r m a t i o n is m o r e " a b u n d a n t " w h e n r e c e p t i v i t y is attentively engaged  before  the n e w experience o r d i s o r i e n t i n g d i l e m m a o c c u r s . I n the  s u g g e s t e d m i n d s e t , t h e b e i n g is n o t t r a n s f o r m e d w i t h o u t c h o i c e ; t h e b e i n g w i l l s a n d w e l c o m e s transformation by b e i n g o p e n to all experiences a n d perspectives whether habitual (slow/sequential) or drastic (fast/oudandish).  S o w h e n a l e a r n e r is i n a  d i a l o g i c relational space, a space filled w i t h e d u c a t i o n a l eros ( S a m e s h i m a & L e g g o , 2006a), the  l e a r n e r is o p e n  to  the  liminal uncertainties  o f the  u n k n o w n but  c o m f o r t a b l e i n t h o s e u n c e r t a i n t i e s — a s i f t h e l e a r n e r is at a p a r t y w i t h f r i e n d s Bollnow,  1979b,  1979c). T h e  transformative  process  is f u r t h e r  enhanced  is  (see  i f the  238  learner is able to make connections relationally. In order to foster these relational skills, stories and narratives of ways people make connections must be shared. Teachers must model whokness-in-process (Sameshima, 2006) in explicit reflexive texts, demonstrate, and be open to researching and learning in multifarious ways. Finally, transformation must include the learner's attunement and acknowledgement of ecological and intuitive resonances. To summarize, to improve transformational learning processes, I suggest the development of the following layers of embodied aesthetic wholeness in the "Letters to Chris" which are embedded in the dissertation: 1.  increase receptivity and openness to learning  2. foster skills of relationality 3.  model wholeness-in-process in explicit reflexive texts  4.  layer multiple strategies of inquiry, research experiences, and presentation  5.  acknowledge ecological and intuitive resonances  Conversations to "be Continued Reflexive mquiry, writing about the process of thinking through experience-based understanding, arts-informed perspectives, and a/r/tographic ways of being are instrumental in contemplating, conceptualizing and challenging elements of research. Valuing the reader/viewer/learner as an essential component of the presentation/ lesson and honouring the possibilities which arise in the dialogic space between the processes of art making and writing are essential components of artful research. Finally, I am hopeful that sharing stories of process, such as this afterword which offers some of the constitutive aspects of writing this dissertation encourages subjectivity, opens windows into alternate spaces, disrupts conceptions of form, heartens lived experiences as theory and knowledge, decolonizes writing, and broadens the richness of Uving the research of currere.  JuUa Quan Editor's note: A draft version of this document was submitted as Julia's dissertation proposal.  239  Spiraea latifolia  240  REFERENCES  Alverman, D. E. (2000). Researching libraries, literacies, and lives: A rhizoanalysis. In E. A. St. Pierre & W. Pillow (Eds.), Feministpoststructural theory and methods in education (pp. 114-129). New Amis, M. 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