textual response to Friday Fictioneers Prompt – June 7, 2013
Lost Notes of a Professor
Lecturing on identity. Include concepts of time, space, agency, chaos, complexity, iteration, reiteration and in relation to. Keep in mind change. Also recursion. The fractal figurations of memory. Sciencing as an attempt to pin it down. Take a photo. Write a story. To each their own. Assignment: construct an account of identity. Include: measurements, observations, evaluations, inferences and evidence. Question: How did you come to this? Lesson: assemblage, spiral, adaptation, context, situation, complexity. Perhaps a discursion on open complex and dynamic systems. Investigate co-constitution. Temporaneity. Wish-fulfillment. Strange attractors.
N Filbert 2013
Polysemic Stupor 
You know, sometimes I’m glad I’m a disphosophobic. I find the most interesting notes from years gone by.
Good thing I wasn’t in his class. I confess I would have been lost.
janet
Or: Notes of a Lost Professor…. A close examination of mapless states; the avoidance of edges; echoes inventing new language; transparent angelic fractals (Willian Blake naked on his garden swing); perspiration and transpiration ( the biology of universes)….Something delicious about notes. Intellect and Imagination copulating guiltlessly!
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Strange attractors… that’s a powerful one.
I’m glad these were not Rochelle’s instructions. I would still be worrying what to write.
Dear N,
This professor would have to just go ahead and give me an F for the class.
Shalom,
Rochelle
These notes form a formidable class… one that would surely be over my head as the professor uses “Sciencing as an attempt to pin it down.” Much easier for me to write a story to try to describe it — as we do on Friday Fictioneers!
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indeed
This had me bursting into laughter. A wonderful attempt at describing the medley that FF is and its evasive quality.
thanks much 🙂
Some interesting parts in those notes.. chaos theory can make you nonplussed 🙂
identity is indeed the key to who I think I am. This assignment/lecture sums it all up. Get rid of indentification and what remains? Laughter from deep within? Sadness for minutes? When mind is still, what remains? Who is doing the ‘remaining’ being? What exactly is it to be?