January 31, 2015
Nicholas C. Burbules made that statement in a scholarly paper he wrote on the occupation of editing in a culturally diverse world.
Said another way: when I send in a piece of fiction for publication in a magazine, book, or for that matter … a professor to grade: if said piece of prose is not up to a particular editor’s level, or a particular instructor’s literary range of writing (off setting problems with grammar, punctuation, and correct word usage of course), then isn’t that indeed a form of cultural imperialism?
Who is really to say what good writing is? Has it to do with the rhetorical subscript set by some unseen source as to what is acceptable. Is it the readership of said piece that accounts for what is quality?
I dare say: “He who rules the present – rules the past; and in turn, rules the standards set to rule the present.” Is an oxymoron at work here?
I suppose there must be some standards by which we live our lives. Ahh … the irony of it all.
Best to all,
What a great semesterr it’s turning out to be. I’m taking two English literature classes that are just amazing. My poetry class is wonderment, and, as usual, LATIN is kick’n my butt. As I say; at 66 I’m gett’n smarter by the minute.
What a great “side-passion” continuing education is. And, it doesn’t have to be structured “academia.” Join a reading group, quilting, fishing, river conservation, stamp collecting, etc., anything that will get your mind in motion and off the mundane of everyday.
Go out and see things, talk with people you don’t know about interests; leave the “telly” off for the weekend and rent a canue, go to the beach fish’n pier and see what fish’n folks are fish’n for. Take in a rodeo, or a bike race or even better take a “short” road trip.
Go down to the local museum, or gallery. As Froto said, you never know where your feet will lead once you step out the door.
Thanks and have a great dae!
July 6, 2013
My dog and I went to our local farmer’s market today. There was lots of local produce, some other vendors of odds and ends, my local university had a booth along with a few local religious organizations. I’m starting to see more people of varied faiths offering native foods and ideals to this somewhat small south Georgia, U.S. community.
I remember back fifty years or so past when the farmers market here would have looked nothing as it is today. How we as a community have grown, and for the better I would like to think.
“The friends of the Library,” an organization of which I’m a member, were giving away free new children’s books – subjects and story content – varied to all ages and ethinic groups. That would never had happened way back when I was a child. HOW FAR WE HAVE COME! And we still, as a community and nation, have such a long way too go; but, not as far as it was!!
All – have a greatdae!!