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Electronic
format or otherwise, this issue offers educational insights that come
in many forms. To attempt to sort and categorize the contributions made
by each of the authors would be to try to connect the dots on a complex,
multi-faceted puzzle: extremely difficult and quite unnecessary.
Still,
there are certain undeniable currents that bring each of the authors
together and apart. For the electronic journal reader, hypertext makes
the navigation of these educational waters -- whether it is in choosing
to swim with or without the tide -- no less of an adventure; the richly
convoluted relationship between reader, text and writer simply becomes
less transparent in the surfing.
For those who choose only to touch down here, briefly, in the electronic
editorials before bouncing off to somewhere with a fresher "best-before-date,"
know that "it is the shadow of the experience of teaching that we pursue
here," as Madeleine Grumet has so aptly said, "hoping [to] catch a glimpse
of its distortions and of the ground on which it falls."
In Lynn Fels' In
Dialogue and Interaction with Grumet: Erasing the Line,
we become
intimate witness to "the night [Lynn] caught the moon reading over
here
shoulder." Lynn's rich prose, playful and self-reflexive, is inspired
by and aspires to the poetry of Grumet's theoretical wonderings,
so
close to practice. Fels does not, however, remain moonstruck by
the
polished offerings of Grumet and sets out to lay down her own pathway
of possibility.
Renee Norman also seeks artistic possibility within curricular unpredictability.
Steeped in poetry and illuminated by glimpses into her classroom world,
A Dramatic
Conception of Curriculum: Artistic, Emancipated and Feminist Possibilities
Through the Emotional, offers "images [that] provide the colours
of hope and optimism and community for the curriculum dream."
In Messing
About in the Theory/Practice Parabole, Jeanette Scott takes
courage from the "seeking of strong questions rather than in the finding
of right answers." Her Deleuze- inspired meditation plays in "the im/practical
in-between," and extends the work of Aoki, Pinar, Grumet and others.
I
will them/to peel back their skins/with fingers streaming light/into
the river/of rhythms and meters/of transcribed heartbeats ...
Rishma Dunlop's poetry -- her writing and her teaching -- dwells with/in
the language of lived experience in educational life. Written
on the Body: Autobiography, Phenomenology and the Language of Teaching
explores notions of the body, both as ideological construct and as undeniably
present in our curriculum.
And
we begin,/my students and I,/the route of mystery/unfolding in the/cadence
of breath/iridescent poems/housed beneath the flesh.
Shirley Stirling opens "her secret journal" and invites us in to the
Kalamak Indian Residential School where her troubling private world
becomes disturbingly public. Seepeetza
Revisited: An Introduction to Six Voices takes us through Shirley's
attempts to make sense of -- or perhaps to make room for -- a series
of voices that collide and overlap and connect. Throughout her journey,
Shirley asks, sometimes with the shock of surprise, sometimes with the
weight of recognition, "Whose voice is this?"
Doug Aoki. Remembrances
of Love Past. Deception. Another of love's many faces, and an
honest tactic used by Aoki in order to have us corroborate in deconstructing
love itself. We are led, quite willingly, by Doug toward the Pop-cultured
"Self-Help" section of our favourite bookstore, only to find ourselves
at the check-out line piled high with Lacan and Foucault, Twain and
Barnes; Flaubert's Parrot rubbing against Truth and Power.
To paraphrase Doug, it is no surprise that the key to our remembrances
of love past is memory. From the Poetics and Politics of Ethnography
to the poet Rilke, Aoki's paper is a most memorable journey. Who could
forget an intellectual rendering of When Harry Met Sally?
Welcome to Educational Insights. Connect the dots or jump the
tracks. And as Italo Calvino recommends in one of his six memos for
the next millenium: Festina lente, hurry slowly.
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