The Disappearance of Liberal Education

[ED: Almost 75 years ago, this essay was published in a collection accompanying the 1954 set of The Great Books of the Western World, published by Britannica Press. While that collection of more than fifty authors—philosophers, playrights, scientists, authors, economists—is mostly all ‘Western and white,’ and definitely men, there is some relevant substance to the contemporary issues facing the US education system contained (t)herein. Primarily, the background question of shared understandings about reality: when these are no longer shared, democracy cannot proceed. At this juncture, I have little hope that the wider social system in the US is capable of pulling itself back from the devolution that appears to be accelerating. Many personal worries surround that. I predict that forms of ‘martial law’ will be declared in the US before four years are up, and I will not be surprised if it begins to appear widely in the next year. By then, soft critique from the ‘liberal’ side of the country will be moot and … wholly inadequate, as has happened before in the bowels of history. Privilege continues to insulate the 1% and [social] media [oligarchs] continue to siphon off the last drops of societal life-blood: community engagement. Shilling instead a form of attention-harvesting that, as with other forms of capital, concentrates ever more power in the hands of ever fewer individuals. What could possibly go wrong?

I can barely continue reading Klemperer‘s “Language of the Third Reich” as it resonates so powerfully across almost a century to this very moment.

The countries of the West are committed to universal, free, compulsory education. The United States first made this commitment and has extended it further than any other. In this country, 92.5% of the children who are fourteen years old and 71.3% of those between fourteen and seventeen are in school. It will not be suggested that they are receiving the education that the democratic ideal requires. The West has not accepted the proposition that the democratic ideal demands liberal education for all. In the United States, at least, the prevailing opinion seems to be that the demands of that ideal are met by universal schooling, rather than by universal liberal education. What goes on in school is regarded as of relatively minor importance. The object appears to be to keep the child off the labor market and to detain him in comparatively sanitary surroundings until we are ready to have him go to work.

The results of universal, free, compulsory education in America can be acceptable only on the theory that the object of the schools is something other than education—for example, to keep the young from cluttering up homes and factories during a difficult period of their lives, or to bring them together for social or recreational purposes.

These last purposes—those which are social and recreational—the American educational system, on a very low level, achieves. It throws young people together. Since this does not take any greater effort than is required to pass compulsory school laws and build buildings, the accomplishment of this purpose would not, at first blush, seem to be a matter for boasting. Yet we often hear of it as something we should be proud of, and even as something that should suggest to us the main line of a sound educational policy. We often hear that bringing young people together, having them work and play together, and having them organize themselves “democratically” are the great contributions to democracy that the educational system can make. This is an expansion of the doctrine that was popular in my youth about the moral benefits conferred on everybody through intercollegiate athletics, which was, in turn, an adaptation of the remark dubiously imputed to the Duke of Wellington about the relationship between the Battle of Waterloo and the playing fields of Eton.
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cutting room floor

The cumulative fabric of the social system evolves through a constantly shifting, hybrid, and continuous field of change, affected by all flows: we might call it simply a net/archy. The differences arise largely as an effect of the varying degrees of freedom that available or potential protocols apply to the nodal/human relations. The sourcing and dynamic evolution of the protocols that govern energy-flow pathways between participants are crucial metrics of the evolving qualities of relation. This field of change is expressed simultaneously as a participatory site of tension, simmering conflict, dynamic encounter, and the vital renewal that is necessary for any viable system.[1] Control vies with autonomy at all scales from the deeply embodied to the global.

[1] As an example, Václav Havel’s well-known essay “The Power of the Powerless” contains a profound exploration of the nature of power in an extremely hierarchically-controlled social system near the end of its existence. It is a system that “for a thousand reasons, can no longer base itself on the unadulterated, brutal, and arbitrary application of power, eliminating all expressions of nonconformity. What is more, the system has become so ossified politically that there is practically no way for such nonconformity to be implemented within its official structures” (1985). It is the application of power via protocol which exerts the control and eliminates (as that exertion becomes more and more intense) any spaces for autonomy to exist. But these systems reach a saturation point where the control (and feedback) system, a necessary structural part of it, begins to absorb all the energy available to the system overall—destroying it from the ‘inside.’

Havel, V., 1985. The Power of the Powerless: citizens against the state in central-eastern Europe, Armonk, NY: M.E. Sharpe.

seminar

back in a classroom. talking about data – information – knowledge – intelligence – wisdom. signal-to-noise ratios. adaptability, chain-of-command, defined functions, trend analysis, long tail, lexis-nexus, The WELL, protocols and standards, Machiavelli, Sun Tzu, social infrastructures, complexity, hierarchy, networks, order and disorder, economy of attention, business models, power, money, socially-defined exchange, globalization of culture, and so on. I am a teacher, I am only human.

brainstorms

conversations with Volker and others range across vast spaces of cultural, spiritual, personal, and social thought and practice. as per usual. great!

I’ve been checking brainstorms more than usual lately, jumping into discussions with Howard, Bryan, Andee and many others on the topic of academia, education, learning, teaching, students, and what a struggle it is to be involved with this sector of the techno-social system.

sotto voce: In the 1:1 dialogs it’s usually a volunteer student, but, of course, a volunteer is never really a volunteer unless the power relation in the classroom is fully devolved into a truly distributed system. Which is never the case until the class is completely over and grades are posted — then the teacher can come into a more human-to-human relationship with the student in our traditional system. This is one reason I have maintained an autonomous nomadic status as educator. I can more easily set up a (more) balanced relationship with the students as I have no particular position in the local institutional hierarchy. Of course, there is the more difficult issue of my status as the teacher (which has to be devolved) … but I do devolve that as much as they and my own personality would allow … it is always a sliding scale, and I’d like to go further than I allow myself … in this, the fear of the unknown is a significant resistive force among the students and in myself.

Ideally, a class could consist of going around the group manifesting all possible dialog relationships between everyone, not just between the teacher and student — more accurately, there is no need of the teacher in this scenario anyway. In this situation, all are teachers and students both. In any case, this is a radical pathway which is a direct threat to business-as-normal educators/institutions because it makes them directly redundant, or, at most, facilitators.

These techniques are not specifically limited to f2f either — I will sometimes mandate a text-based 2-hour ‘dialog’ or phone call or other more heavily mediated type of connection to explore ‘virtuality’ and the attenuative affects of technological intervention.

Sometimes when I am lecturing, I do so with my back to the students.

lame duck

November comes already. a week shy of four months in rehabilitation. there are still many problems in the body. lying on the couch reaps intense stiffness and pain when getting up. belly distended, stretching some muscles, and others don’t knit back together. discouraging. the exercise regimen is rewarding in that the body doesn’t hurt so much afterward, but during, it is a struggle. keep thinking that progress is made, but then there is so much yet to recapture. watching the chickens and ducks. there is a lame duck, bottom of the hierarchy except for the young hen hatched from an egg a couple months back. Giant Jeffrey, the Bantam cock, is at the top, by virtue of size, formidable spurs and talons, and aggressiveness. then come the hens, ranked by size. then the ducks, at the top there is the brown one. only when I throw locusts into the pen, large and juicy, will the young hen fight the ducks for it, chasing whoever gets it, even one of the large hens. Janet fed the young hen insects early on, and after awhile it would go berserk when you tossed a moth, cricket, or damselfly into her cage. so now, she is very focused on insects, more so than the other birds. I separated the two feeding troughs — when they were together in one location, the cock and hens would not let anyone else near. this way it complicates their hegemonic attempts. also occasionally put the chickens out into the large corral, and leave the ducks in the small space with the food. and every time I see the white duck, with a game leg hobbling around, I can’t help but think “Dubbyah.”

can true democracy coexist with hierarchies of power?

reflections on the classroom

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sotto voce: Although, as a University educator — I agree with John’s appraisal of the condition of the contemporary educational institution (having taught in around 50 institutions in Europe and the US), there is this critical area to consider: yes, the classroom has not undergone a physical re-design, but perhaps it doesn’t need one. When the door closes, it has the potential to be a space for transcendent encounters between the participants IF the oppressive effects of the fear that is instilled by the dominant educational system in both student and teacher — the fear of nonconformity, the fear of personal idiosyncrasies, and the fear of the unknown — if the fear is mitigated. I believe this fear is a result of the accumulation of pathological (unbalanced) relationships that are mandated between humans when operating in hierarchic situations. If, as a facilitator more “reflections on the classroom”

more network-ing

spending much time on research of network theory and history, but not finding much online — most journals are still not available online to the public. I could access some sites when I was in the Uni-Bremen network, where I could download any paper from the ACM site (which includes hundreds or thousands of papers), but not when I am logged on normally from here, walls around cultural resources.

also contemplating the blogging thing again. seeing how it has evolved from the simple posting of html content (here are pictures of my family) to a massive intertwined blogo-sphere with its own social hierarchy-of-consumption. the interlinking and comment possibility seems productive, but there is an element of incestuousness that makes it often the victim of circular illogic.

immersion or transcendance?

another month, gone. and the leaves starting to fall. what about that dia-positioning of network vs hierarchy on a sliding scale. or about my tendency to lodge myself deep in a larger socio-structural situation, rather than a forward, through and beyond, ahead of, anywhere else, but enmeshed in the blasé norm. instead, place the self in line with the sunLight, staring hard, blind, into life-giving radiation.

human agent

begin back to work. arbeit macht frei. within the largest hierarchic structure since I was here (University of Colorado) last in 1997. still a free agent, but about to become something different than that. being based somewhere, archive to rest in itself, in perpetuity. the realization of the archivist is the perfect return of all fragments of the archive to the continua of their genesis. the dissolution of the re-presentation. the vanishing of the record into the flux of energies that spawned it (and the death of the human agent who constructed the social need for re-presentation to begin with).

tempered steel. heated and quenched. energy injected at one rate, and withdrawn at another. (changes in energy states are measured by time and quantity. and distance). pacing flow from and around the body is the core of stress relief (stress being the un- or mis-regulated flow into or out of a region). how to expand the descriptions of flows? how to practice the awareness and regulation (or deregulation of flow). is there anything left?

perfunctory conversations. feeling as though social interactions are not, not, there. can’t think of a descriptive word.

raw suspicions

the raw suspicion that stability is a straw dog. (a term that Anthony first raised into my consciousness). in that conversation in a bar-restaurant somewhere on the Delaware River a long time ago. wondering what happened to him, no words from him in many, 18 moons ago. while now in the moment, the Leonids rain down from the sky. he was supposed to be going to Flagstaff, the wanderer that he is.

the last morning of the Media Lab workshop, I have something of a microscopic revelation in the number six tram. understanding that I am talking deeply about the power of presence as a creative strategy and practice, traveling around Europe preaching this, and all the while, at the same time, leaving my little boy behind. a little boy who is not so little anymore. everything seems impossible for this family. relationships are crushed and fragmented, distorted and removed, applied over distance and imbalanced. hmmmmmm.

another thread that came from the workshop this week were characterizations about the externalization of memory and the problem of re-presentation. with memory removed from the embodied self, there is an erosion of personal autonomy (the external localized memory is the technological network — which is not a network after all, but a lateral hierarchy). the act of placing memory externally reifies what would be an internally dynamic condition of evolutionary presence. and contributes to an ethical or even moral slide. (assuming that a static condition of memory is problematic — haven’t meditated on that one so much.)

here in Jyväskylä, dinner with Niina, finding out about the local situation (email never provides enough communications spectrum), in a hotel on campus by the lake. seminar tomorrow. a late call, like those many others, of the sadness I have caused to an Other. by not respecting innocence. and not providing the right dreams.

pikajoulua

nice dialogue with Geidre about networks and hierarchies. this topic is rising again and again, more and more intensively in the sense that it does appear that society is becoming more and more unstable. it seems clear to many (of us) buried in the crap of the developed world that things cannot go on this way much longer. but are these some kind of educated delusions of apocalypse?

and a pikajoulu (a Finnish excuse to get drunk before the holidays actually begin) with some of the research staff at the lab…

psychic nomadism

so Mom calls with the news that Janet is in the hospital. since Monday. remoteness increases when the vulnerability of life is revealed through small events. finally getting around to exploring the TAZ (Temporary Autonomous Zone) of Hakim Bey. and I am astonished to find it a textual mapping of many of my natural procedures, tactics, and ways of going. somehow I am stung by the fact the textual encoding of such ways is held to such a higher degree of regard than the praxis itself — this is some characteristic of the hierarchy of language and the priesthood. (why real music is inevitably dangerous to readers). should I be stung? nah, don’t give a … fine that he is able to poeticize about life that way, taking energy from that way of living and inject into language, that is a special talent. but his concept of psychic nomadism outlines a path that is more than familiar. more “psychic nomadism”

next five minutes 3 – tactical education

into the NextFiveMinutes conference. I have been burned out for much of the time for some reason, almost catching a cold yesterday evening, then this morning, spraining my back with the most minimal movement zipping up my suitcase, I wasn’t even bending over. scared the shit outta me. my panel presence (Tactical Education/Media Competence) was shortly after, and that went quite well, but by mid-afternoon I hobble back the the hotel, barely able to walk because of the sciatic pain. missed an appointment with Nan which I was quite looking forward to, not to mention several dialogues with new contacts. really don’t believe it, that I have done something serious. been stretching all afternoon and evening between bouts resting in bed. nothing else to do! Faugh! miss a dinner with an interesting artist. following are notes for the Tactical Education presentation (on the neoscenes occupation project):

sotto voce: introduction: start by restating my conviction that:

venues like this can, by their nature, only mirror or document what is happening “out there” — and although this precise venue here — me speaking to you is probably not anyone’s first choice of interaction — but I was eager to participate in this part of nextfiveminutes as an opportunity to open some dialogues on methodologies and experiences. I would wish that the expressions here will represent ideas so vital that there will be nothing to do after our brief time together but to ACT. but I suppose that the most one can hope for is that some of these thoughts would be on a level fundamental enough that some of you might share these dialogues at future times. or at least be entertained by my ignorant display of polarized generalizations.

put neoscenes occupation within a larger context of praxis, personal philosophy, and reality. more “next five minutes 3 – tactical education”

resistance

long day, a short stop at NIFCA to check on a few things, then on to Media Lab to have lunch with Samu. bloody cold in the wind. walking to the ferry, I have to fumble with my hood for all of 20 seconds, and my fingers are burning cold by the time I get my gloves back on and into my coat pockets. two pairs of long underwear keep my legs from freezing. over lunch Samu and I speak on the contingencies of the body and measures of corporeal and intellectual linkage and disconnection. after lunch, things progress into mappings of cognitive energy-transmission, and measuring a stance on oppositional politics — against the apparent hegemony of pan-global capitalism. I propose that resistance — a direct oppositional energy is counter-productive — that the best resistance is to either create a new way of going at the personal level, or at least effect a passive side-stepping to allow the energy of the beast itself to roll, to orbit the self, imparting its energy of angular momentum to the centered chi of self. and rather, as a strategy, to deal humanely with the absolute least common denominator of the beast — individual humans. discussion of the characteristics and strategies of resistance and opposition need not occupy the same scale that the term pan-global capitalism implies. keeping the discussion at the level of formalized discourse reinforces a key aspect of the system — that part of it rooted in institutionalized relationships between people as controlled by the inherent hierarchy of linguistic operation. another positive strategy is the conscious praxis of maintaining a human scale on the resistance — this alone has a radical effect on the entity resisted! at the core of my belief is the essential nature of human-to-human interactions, and the absolute risk one takes when one leaves that sphere of action in the stead of language/cultural-based interventions.

über-conservative

Brilliance of fall, cleaned air with a bit of refractive moisture. Snow draping Longs Peak down below the tree line, not the first, not the last time. I have watched this translation of condition creep down the mountains many times before. What will this winter be? Different and the same as others before. Only half will be at this latitude, the rest will be at a latitude that can make the nose bleed with cold. (some planes now have a continuously-updated screen playing where there is a rough icon of a plane moving across a pixellated mapping of the world, screens refresh with various scaled views as well as the outside temperature and ground speed) Outside temperatures, at least the numbers converge from Fahrenheit and Centigrade around minus 45, and at 10,000 meters, the outside air, screaming past the fuselage at 600-plus miles per hour, is around minus 50 or even higher. I theorize on the effect of instant exposure to that environment. The speed of the air. And the cold. And the lack of oxygen. Instantly stripped of any clothing, all limbs wracked to the extreme of their movement, probably beyond, burning frostbite, deep frozen skin, blood exploding from the lungs, acute edema, pressure drop, nitrogen bubbles popping in every vein, and the disorientation of minutes of free fall into a freezing sea.

But I am not flying at the moment. No reason to be developing that line of thought.

I am sitting in the ITS Fine Arts lab. Class is finished. Audio coming from the Internet is ambient from the streets of Bombay. This medium stretches itself. It is late. A good day, although I recall a night of little sleep. I am intent that the possible visits of Tapio, Susanna, and Brad be smooth ones. Meanwhile, my status at the University is determined by a rigid hierarchy of time, influence, and power. And I was even told point-blank by a nameless member of the administration something along the lines of we don’t recognize part-time faculty. Pretty short-sighted and über-conservative. Academia has taken the institution of tenure, once considered the bulwark of academic freedom, and has turned it into a device for maintaining a stultifying status quo. The vast majority of tenured faculty seem not to use their positions in a proactive sense — to challenge that status quo.

Desdemona

The second day of the workshop, after a strong beginning with a lot of information, software seems to close down the openings. Tapio’s new/old bike appears at MediaBase, thanks to Kati, as wheels really help to get around town. I am exhausted by the condition of my back. I do go swimming, but cannot do much of a workout, and instead spend time in the sauna, enjoying that traditional Finnish luxury (well, not a luxury but an essential element of daily life). I contrast that in my mind with the Icelandic hot water, which, to be sure, is a rather new custom. Immersion in the heat of being. In this travelog, I find that I have little will to move my observations to much more than very arbitrary points of view, something like my photographic work to date. This attitude stems from the fatigue that generates from my broken back. The constant muscular pain and nerve stimulation drains me. I am deconstructing my life to discover why I suffer this ailment, but can find no answers. There are sensual circles that I cannot escape, monaural chants in both ears, eyes closed, but open. Tapio and Susanna are in Amsterdam for a few days, so I am now staying at their place until Tapio returns on Friday. Desdemona, their cat, craves company, and, of course, food. I listen to a RinneRadio CD and Deutsche Welle radio and the small noises of the street as the slow twiLight comes together in my tired head. I read the latest issue of SIKSI, and wonder at the usual-ness and unsurprising-ness of the Nordic Art World, like the rest of the Art World. The Hierarchy. Built and Built and Built. Torn by time and fashion and politics and its own dogs of war. Built and Built and Built. And the texts that reinforce all this. The texts that cumulatively are not dialogue, but are monologues of silent disposition.