Emergent Reflection on Transcendence in Critical Digital Pedagogy.
A submission to Hybrid Pedagogy.
A submission to Hybrid Pedagogy.
Act 1.
Starting points…
“IT” was only ever a draft, a doodle.
Given what emerged, only questions felt satisfactory.
He listed them as they appeared:
What space would these words take up?
How might they move?
What would be their destination?
How could they shape reflection?
Meaning was only forever fluid.
I, er You, We are forever fluid.
He wrote ‘our reflection’ knowingly while thinking of his selves: those selves who carried the text forward and those selves who had fallen silent to enable it.
“IT”, it appeared, insisted on “ITs” voice(s) being heard.
“Who would populate this space?”, he thought.
It was doubt that drove his curiosity.
It was not text as product which intrigued.
It was text as vehicle of discovery.
“Might such text be possible without the digital?”
We thought not.
“I think knot.” he added, annoyingly.
“How might one plan.?”they thought?
It would be “IT” which would count...
“That is what this is”, he thought: “We (i, I, and I’s) are silent.”
“Then there was the word.”
He boldly wrote “TRANSCENDENCE” as a challenge and let whatever “IT” was shape the act.
It gave them hope that “IT” wasn’t finished.
There would be no full stop, no period, for now, space would be pitifully punctuated.
Would “IT” be space for others to draw breath?
Act 2.
Footnotes.
He had kept it secret.
It was a secret that only a few had seen.
IT (Act 2) gnawed away at him.
Release.
Release
IT (Act 2) was not a thing to be framed.
IT lost its potential.
IT was no longer there.
He had kept it secret.
It was a secret that only a few had seen.
IT (Act 2) gnawed away at him.
Release.
Release
IT (Act 2) was not a thing to be framed.
IT lost its potential.
IT was no longer there.
Sarah came and wrote there.
He looked at it.
No that felt wrong.
He tried writing in the space himself.
IT was resistant.
He had sent the “proposal”.
He had waited for a response.
How could anyone depict transcendence?
He sent out a message asking for help to some friends on Twitter.
He sent out a message asking for help to some friends on Twitter.
Terry had understood.
He shared the ineffable.
Those questions haunted him.
What space would these words take up?
How might they move?
What would be their destination?
How could they shape reflection?
Terry's smart. This is better without words. I'm hypothes.is-ing in the margins
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