The drifting, broken clouds, provide a background for the rocking horsehead pumpjacks, a single fence post, the windmill’s rudder and sentinel eye. In the distance, tower silos sprout, to break the solitary line of the caprock horizon.
It is easy to examine and offer a descriptive caption of an obviously simple, flat landscape. But when you find yourself in a flat, seemingly lifeless emotional and intellectual landscape, how do you reach them?
Yesterday I dismissed my 11:00 a.m. humanities lecture class after only five minutes. I didn’t yell at them, never even tryed to intimidate or demean them. That’s really not in character for me.
I turned instead on my failure to provide a stimulating enough landscape, for them to be interested, aware or become involved in.
35% of course completed, 47% of class failing. That is a reflection of my lack of skill, knowledge, and the inability to communicate . . . . . . .
I came to this caprock plain to offer in turn, a sense of perception that was given to me, but find only a brooding sky, menaced by rain, not blessed by it.
They can not see the landscape, there is no horizon, just a hard, flat, empty, lifeless void.
“Sometimes I just can’t find the words”. Richard Keeling
You don’t need to respond, I just had to get it off my chest I plan on going outside now to scream my head off.
Guten tag meine damen and herren, schöne Wochenende