Jambalaya [yearbook] 1972

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The Uni'venity: a knowledge resource center or an environment forWifiaimrmamrity and
interaction with other individuals? Just how can one define the Uni-versity in 1972? We
believe the answer lies within each person who is involved in the University community.
Each individual student, faculty member, and staff employee is influenced by those around,,
him. But each person should not merely come to the University to gam knowledge, or to
teach knowledge, or to earn a living. Each member should be conscious of his own Self and
should be aware of the Diversity that surrounds him within the Universal campus. We i
each person who ventures through the individual portraits and statements that follow to i
be aware of his own thoughts, and to question his own Self-development. Only then will
you be able to understand what University is all about.
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Well, I was sitting under the sun the other day,
waitirig for the music to begin, when this man with camera
took my picture, he asked me if I had views. I thought
to meself that I had a number of views depending upon
where I was looking/ 1 was looking at The sky. it was
blue and had feathery gray and white purple clouds float-ing
in it/ 1 was looking at the trees reaching for the
sky. I saw them in the past, present, and future/ 1 was
looking at the souls around me-what souls there were,
some souls are about as real as a T. V. set/ Yep, I had
some views that day. they were right in front of me.
the wind is blowing in my face, bringing me views/
the primary moving force of life is boredom, that is
why I'm writing now/people are always talking, at me.
some T. V. like, some scared, some happy/many humans
approach knowledge like they approach stamp collecting-they
stick separate parts of existence on their minds/
things aren't separate, they relate, many points of
views are necessary for one good view/ tew humans know
what the past is. or the present for that matter, or
does it matter?/ 1 make what I believe?/ the world is
run by creatures with great desire, for devouring their
environment, american sportsmen./ what is real? no.
who is. I know many of the people I meet aren't, they're
shadows of life, "you're either busy being born or you're
busy dieing. "/ we better light up like stars soon/ or/
our deaths will be televised/ study the sea and put your
life in the sky.
Future views are in the birds' songs/ 1 liked to
see electric souls lighting up in bird-filled forests,
glittering streams reflecting star beams, roving minstrels
filling the air with shiny songs on lightning bug nights,
wet white bodies playing in jade green jungles of life,
bird winds, saturn, pink, green, and purple,
reflected in a mountain tarn.
swans floating through thunderstorm air. electric soul
storms awaking humanity.
LIGHT UP. LIGHT UP, ON EARTH.
LIGHT UP. LIGHT UP, OH SOULS-LETJAGGED
LIGHTNING FILL THE SKY.
AND REFLECT IN OUR EYES.
LET a renaissance capture my view.
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Andy Antippis
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Paul Ellenbogen
Jed Wheeler
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Doug Elhart
Victor and GlentJa Vol
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Lee Barnes
Betsy BaldrJdge
Mark Wanhaw
John C. Will jam I
Harry
Mark Battel
Ethal Bias
Don Bernard
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John McDowell
Chuck Gazarek
Ann Carpenter
Saul Allnski
Eric Sevareid
Frank
Arthur Schlesir>ger
Rep. DonskJ Dellumi
George Bush with
paper airplanes
Robert Motchkaviti
RayNus-
Five yean ago, one comes to school. "Here I come.
"
Assuming he is going to learn all there is to know about
life and creation, he smiles the arrogant smile of a
conqueror. Five years have passed and one
realizes nothing of that nature has materialized.
Mostly, it is the process of learning how much one
really and honestly . . . does not know.
. . . It is the process of learning about sensitivity
and of awareness. Being sensitive to the point
of tears while listening to a beautiful piece
of music; feeling the blood rush to one's head
when confronted with something he believes is Truth
itself Being aware of the fact that one's own
creations might have their reflections in other
peoples' life and actions.
. . . It is the process of learning to be just that
sensitive where one can only suppress his ego and
self, for the benefit of creating an environment
where each one of us could be his own self.
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REFLECTIONS ON SEVEN YEARS IN THE ACADEME
Seven years ago when I began I thought I knew a great deal;
and thought it mattered. With each succeeding autumn I came to reali2e
more the impossible scope of the academic enterprise. Our minds are
little more efficient than a strainer; a great deal passes through
but not much sticks. But then it came to me that what one "knows"
is not the issue at all. The reward of all this learning is the ability
to appreciate and criticize, to communicate and analyze, and, hopefully,
to get a Job. And it has been fun at times, this perennial struggle to
learn. I have been exposed to the classics, metaphysics, and Scott on
Trusts. I have glimpsed the wondrous musings of the masters. Kant, Satre,
and Roscoe Pound have tutored me in letters, law, and life—although not
respectively. And I have learned that it is less important to remember
who said what than to remember that it was said. But all was not roses
in my academic career. I recall secret shame in actually preferring
Statistics 2W to the vastly more chic Existentialism Seminar.
I kept it quiet Quieter still at the SAE house, where neither was in
season. But there are Joys in being a savant. Fellow streetcar goers
have strained to see what that weighty volume that I carried might be
about. And. I must confess to no displeasure at such displays of deference.
I think back on my collegiate chum Marty Lang, whose burning ambition
was to include in every composition at least one word to send his reader
scrambling for the dictionary. Morty could do it too. (He's now at
Harvard Law). One of the true joys of a legal education is that you get
to learn all sorts of fiendishly obscure and musty old legal terms.
I still can't understand some of Morty's letters; they know all
the really obscure ones at Harvard Law. Now, alas, it's time for me to
go into the great workaday world and seek my fortune, armed with that
traditional staple of the profession, the ability to write a will or
letter that only another lawyer can read. It has been, all told,
an interesting seven years.
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!nn E. Bradford, B.B.A., J.D.
Realizing My Self
I often think of myself as an activist When I try to
accompli^ something I put everything I have into
it, because I know that what I'm trying to do will
affect a lot of people other than myself. Thinking
about my future necessitates a reflection on the
past, as my life has been molded by the experiences
of a people. I see the world as one giant jigsaw
puzzle, and the pieces, which the people, fit
together in mutual dependence. Therefore, a vital
part of my life must be spent in working with people.
Seeing where the help that I can offer is needed, and giv
t—hat help is what I see my life as being about Being an ' to my community is my opii • '
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/ don't know about you, but I am here to play and have a good time. Oh, I don't mean beer or see how big a percentage of the
coed population I can show the town to this semester. I mean play like
a little kid plays when he's really having a good time, before his
parents start telling him how important it is for him to be somebody
and how great football is.
Have you ever really thought about a slide? You know, with a ladder at
one end and this long metallic shute at the other. The directions
hanging underneath lit with neon lights by society for children of
all ages say, "One climbs up the ladder and sits at the top Then one sides down on one's bottom and stands up so as not to get dirty "
Not me or any ofmy friends ever did that more than once or twice
without getting completely bored We climbed up the shute and
hoped It would be hard so we would have to struggle. Sure some
of us knocked our front teeth out and we got dirty, but vie
had fun. real fun. We tested our minds and bodies IVe
planned and worked until we beat that slide and then went
on to something harder and more fun, until we find ourselves
here at a university.
Once again we find that neon-lit sign. But not for me or my friends You go into your dad's business, be somebody, be realistic
you do have to eat you know. After 50 years of that what do
you have? Nothing. But not me or my friends We still fingerpaint
and dabble with computers that send us to the moon Oh we'll probably get our front teeth knocked out along the way Most of
us won the famous. And you might ask, "What have you and your
friends got after all of that struggle?" A whole lot.
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Toby Hecht
Is it true
what I heard over coffee this morn
how I left some poor boy
all distraught and forlorn,
that I took his place in the class away
when I came to law school in my unthinking way?
And how will poor Johnny support a family some day
Now that I've stolen his calling away?
I'm appalled at my cruelty, my unsuppressed greed.
Oh offer and acceptance, oh dastardly deed!
Is it true
that my motives
—if I have any at all-ring
false
or what's worse
ring out a wedding waltz?
Oh what profit I'll reap with my dimples
As I sit near Perry Mason, and a young man with pimples.
Oh what a future tm buying, and how young maidens are dying
Cause I have first pick of young lawyers they're eyeing.
How many Portias (oh ruthless Portias/)
Have throughout the years
A wakened fears of impotence
In countless men and made them wince
By outthinking those virile peers?
And is it true
that little girls are doomed to always play
that same old game of house
(because they're made that way?)
and never grow up lawyers, doctors, God forbid,
they're emotionally unfit?
Because they've been made that way.
And if all the waitresses and secretaries and wives
Could instead of being made, make something of their lives.
And stop obeying and be obeyed.
And stop paying with lonely grown-up children years.
The debt of motherhood never repaid.
Would we still be condemned to the kitchen and PTA
To escape only to hear over coffee one day
That we've taken our keeper's keys away?
OAkAa-j M^dsbut^
Each night I'd sit at my dressing table, and with
brushes, paint, a little skill, and a great deal of luck
would produce an old man who would live a few brief
moments on stage only to die later under an avalanche
of cold cream. A worthless pastime? Perhaps . . . but
to me the theatre is an art which heightens one's
perception of things which would otherwise remain
unexplored, and accentuates the human condition
to such a degree as to make it unavoidable. For
these gifts we owe a great deal of thanks.
Will I get approval? Will my role come off? Oh no, it's
Tuesday and I don't fiave a date. Wilt I make an "A" on
my test? Will I get into medical school? Will I be accepted?
ithout an engagement ring! WHAT WILL I
DO WITH MY LIFE?HASSLESI I have finally begun to
determine what in life is important enough to be taken
seriously. Most of these problems don't bother me anymore;
still do, even though I realize their insignificanc
But are they really insignificant? Don't each on '
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problems represent some larger aspect of life - some larger
realm of personal experience. And is it not from such experience
that the individual grows, develops, matures, and finally
reaches a state of total self-awareness? These are only but a
few areas of but an infinite field of experiences — the more
r, because these we are expected to enter and
these are the least traumatic. The others, most of i
experience, simply because we are afraid.
"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our
exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place
for the first time.
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And furthermore . . . there are many paths, deep with
twistings. and unguessed at shadowed places in the Attica
of your skull. We have put a taper at the foot of the back
stairs and, dim as it is, you can make out the chart with
the wild mountains like caterpillars dozing — incognova
terra (where lions are: ubi leones erant). Pursue your
own trail, but for God's sake, read! — even if the book
makes you lose your way and especially if it wraps you
all about as in a winding sheet for death. You will always
find yourself in sight of Hymettus, compelled to go darkling,
like Childe Harold, to the sea. We are yours till Niagra
Falls and Bear Mountain gets dressed.
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Professor Andy Antippas
College = a four year existence with plenty of company and
"castles built in the sky.
"
An individual has a great number of options—sleeping and
eating aren 't regulated; classes can become either a pastime or
a steady occupation. Rather than a preparation for later life,
I see this period as a vacation before the entrance into
"middle america.
"
/ imagine we spend 90% of our college time learning how
liberated and immoral our lives have become. I suppose our
public image colors us as a rather deviant slice of society, so
since we've reached this level—we might as well get out there
and fight the elements—and evolve into the same brand of
people as those we scorn.
College = a vacation in never-never land—Peter Pan didn't
have it so good.
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Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be better
to be a vegetable. But then as long as I
feel the strength of the life force in me, I
can't help but be curious about things. I
try to understand . . . to do that I have to
live throu^ experience . . . I had one of my
most valuable experiences when I had the
opportunity to get educated through living
in the country other than where I was born
and spent my first twenty-five years.
Everytime I change cultures I lose something
and gain another thing.
To me, going through experiences li/<e this
is satisfaction and living. It is the process and
it is the content . . . it gives one a deeper
and richer existence . . . it provides one with
the possibility of enjoying conflicting values
and beliefs . . .
To me, the purpose of education is to teach
how to learn . . . to teach how to be able to
function by noticing, not only by rules . . .
to make life better for the educated and
those around them.
I could go on writing more and more, but it
would only be words, just one tiny fraction
of the whole spectrum of life . . .
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Sometimes I just get the feeling that I'm all alone here
behaving completely out of the ordinary by simply getting
into my studies and working really hard. Like for some
reason, I get the impression that it's something no one else
around me is doing. But it's not all in my own head, you
understand; it's kids too that give me this off sensation. It's
as if through subtle, but, usually not too tactful, remarks
they're trying to make me realize that my mind's running
way off course. I guess they figure that when at a
playground, one should naturally play. But is that where
we're really at? Playing games is fine up to a point, but
sooner or later we've got to grow up and become at'least
somewhat responsible. And as far as I'm concerned, there's
no better time or place than the here and now. If you're not
into that at the moment, it's cool and I can dig it; but don't
hassle me for not feeling the same. Just let me try to make iti
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"I'm sure.
"
"No, reallyI"
"I'm sure." . . . take it as you may.
It's odd that people who could, given a map, pin-point themselves
exactly, are "trying to find out where they are. "And it's odd
that people who are physiologically normal are "trying to find their
heads.
"
Well, I guess that I'm odd, then; or rather I was odd. For I
know where my head is at. Now.
A while ago, (matter of fact it was on the first day of Lent, very
early) Doug and I were talking. I was like super confused .... Grades—so what?
Love—so what? Life—so what? Anything—so what? Bad. Really bad.
Well, we saw a light outside, blinking, lighting up the whole sky. Only it wasn't fust a light, it was God.
Doug had been a Christian. I always shall be. Because of that light,
I found Christ, and with Christ, my "head.
"
Sure it sounds bush. But it's true. And I don't think one needs a light to find Christ.
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Once in a while, when a person has a moment to himself, things come
to mind which might not seem terribly important ordinarily. I reached
a startling conclusion the other day, though. I like bananas because
they have no bonesi I wonder whether there is any one else out there
who has come to the same conclusion? Or am I unique? I hope not.
I would much prefer to know that another shares my likes.
But if I were to share this knowledge with others, would they think
that I'd gone bananas? Maybe I'd better keep this revelation to
myself. Besides, it's kind of nice to have some private thoughts
once in a while. Who cares why others like bananas—or don't for
that matter . . .
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If she should mention it. please apologize for
my rather vacuous answers to her questions.
I usually dole out a few such innocuous,
summary capsules and most people are
satisfied. They do not really want to know
anyway. Although she was sincere, her
questions invited nan sequiturs. Stopping the
blood flow from a mutilated body does not
make anyone an expert on foreign policy,
regardless how many times the procedure
is repeated.
Perhaps it is admirable to ask good questions,
but I do not think it makes much sense to
always expect answers, because often there
are no answers. So I did not attempt to give
good answers to your friend's questions. It
would have wasted a sunny, spring, Sunday
afternoon . . . maybe next time.
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Now some people live in Laugharne because they were born in Laughame and saw no good
reason to move; others migrated here, for a number of curious reasons, from places as
distant as Tonypandy or even England, and have now been absorbed by the natives; some
entered town in the dark and immediately disappeared, and can sometimes be heard, on
hushed black nights, making noises in ruined houses, or perhaps it is the white owls
breathing close together, like ghosts in bed; others have almost certainly come here to
escape the international police, or their wives; and there are those, too, who still do not
know, and will never know, why they are here at all: you can see them any day of the week,
slowly, dopily, wandering up and down the streets like Welsh opium eaters, half-asleep in a
heavy bewildered daze. And some like myself just came, one day, for the day, and never
left; got off the bus, and forgot to get on again.
— Laugharne, Dylan Thomas
It is easy to be flip, maybe even a little madcap when explaining one's search for a purpose
these days.
I do not deny my confusion nor my frustration when telling of my drive to be effective.
What prevents my madcap release from transferring itself into maddening frenzy finds its
roots in an elementary instinct that that which goes on about me is far from natural itself.
Jedediah L.Wheeler
Life is a collection of deaths and rebirths—
Music a constant attempt to be born again.
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Odaline Martinez
i) tCdi uJko TiauE ilot srfu^iiigetlieR. ^<»fm^ ojr,
tindipj fee plaCE iTi socuty.
It is late in the afternoon and I am preparing tomorrow's
assignment of pertinent source readings in Roman history.
The subject is the Pax Romana-a subject that should keenly
interest American students. Indeed, at this moment on this
campus some students are preparing another protest against
what is perhaps the last manifestation of our own ill-fated
attempts to establish a Pax Americana-President Nixon's
order for stepped-up bombing in Southeast Asia to protect
the Republic of South Vietnam and our forces there.
I shall assign Livy's account of Rome's intervention across
the Adriatic Sea to free Greece from Macedonian domination.
For this the grateful Greeks eulogized the Romans as the
"one people in the world which would fight for others'
liberties at its own cost, to its own peri! and with its own toil,
not limiting its guarantees of freedom to its neighbors, but
ready to cross the sea that there might be no unjust empire
anywhere and that everywhere justice, right, and law might
prevail." I shall also assign Tacitus' account of a Roman
general's speech to some resentful Gauls. "It is not to defend
Italy," he argues, "that we occupied the borders of the
Rhine, but to insure that no second Ariovistus (a German
leader) shall seize Gaul."
All this will evoke memories of like statements by recent
American presidents: "We in this country in this generation
are by destiny rather than by choice the watchmen on the
walls of world freedom," {J.F.K.) "We did not choose to be a
guardian at this gate but there is no one else." (L.B.J.)
Finally, Tacitus' account of the other side of the Pax
Romana provides a last, awful parallel. The Romans, he
concludes, "create a desolation and call it peace."
Such are some of the values—or consolations—to be derived
from a study of history viewed as an account of historical
changes in which men have become involved and through
which they have tried to find their way.
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So much has changed. Three years ago I too,
entered the ranks of the demonstrators and
chanted slogans. Our efforts and philosophy,
however, were attacked by the violent
sentiments and anger that is America. I,
too, felt the weight of the billy club and
breathed in their gas. But I felt an inner
calm. I was at peace because I was true to
myself.
I was supported by thousands of others and
by a glorious hope—the hope that our voices
could end an unjust war and re-establish
justice in our nation. Many of us prayed—
really prayed from our hearts—that we be
successful. But the struggle drags on longer
than anyone anticipated and our numbers
diminish, our efforts frustrated by a seemingly
insurmountable adversary. These past three
years have been a time to re-evaluate and
reaffirm our values and priorities. But I
know that what we hoped for—prayed for—
then, is right and just.
I remember the slogans we chanted and now
they seem trite. Slogans like "UP AGAINST
THE WALL," "OUT NOT/' and "FREE ALL
POLITICAL PRISONERS." I recall the
phenomenal amount of energy the spirit of
these slogans generated.
Soon this period of relative inactivity must
end for me. But the inner calm I felt three
years ago has been displaced by anger and
violent reaction to an America that has
politicized the concepts Justice and Freedom,
but no longer understands them, nor guards
them. And when I emerge from this period
of inactivity this violence and anger I feel
will become manifest in action, and I shall
reflect upon these past three years—recall
the frustration—and I will refer to them
with the shibboleth: "Never Again."
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Organized Medicine is currently being forced to realize that
top quality healtti care is a right of all American citizens and
net just of a privileged few. Such a demand places heavy
burdens on a national health care system which is primarily
focused to cure disease rather than preserve health.
Hut Medicine is changing and so, I believe, is the type of
oerson entering the field. Unlike the machine-like stereotype
'/ recent decades, many new students of medicine ere striving
achieve and maintain a humanism reminiscent of old-style
t-mily physicians. It becomes apparent that science and
iujmanism are not conflicting concerns provided the education
i'i the scientist is not too narrow. A growing minority of
physicians have finally come to realize that such problems as
I'.'-ir, crime, pollution, poverty and urban decay are direct
c mcerns of Medicine which have so far been conspicuously
jred by medical education. Hopefully, a majority of
sicians will soon realize that besides their responsibilities as
tors and scientists, they also have equally important
• ponsibilities as citizens and human beings. After all, how can
J physician really talk to a patient about life's responsibilities
when he has neglected his own?
R. R. Cummings
"Portrait painting is a reasonable and natural consequence of affection.
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Samuel Johnson
. And so too, it is with teactiing.
Victor and Glenda Koshkin-Youritzin
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Many endless hours spent over books, hours spent in labs. Joys and sorrows, fascination and frustration. The pain of
learning, and the joy of knowledge. A brief period of time which held the best life has offered to date, and I guess
the worst, too. Efforts made to reach out, to touch, to hold for "one brief shining moment. " Others withdraw and I
withdraw at times, too. Yet in the final summation, I have gained, for having touched, and having been touched in mind
and body, for having cared and been cared for, for having hurt and having been hurt, I have been given life—and maybe
I gave it too. Shalom — it must mean goodbye.
Andy Guterman
You must learn to accept paradox, to comprehend
confusion. Disparate elements of sorrow
crystallize into pure joy. Expressions f/ast}
across your face and your eyes are dazzled
by a multitude of reflections. You stand in
the middle of a steady stream of friends taking
from you confidences and trust and bringing
to you loyalty and love.
You find peace in someone's arms but you
long to fly free and wild. You want to be
elusive and evanescent, yet important and
enduring. You revel in the spontaneous, the
transient, and then you find yourself piecing
together symbols, bits of memories and songs to
form a protective patchwork quill to hide under
and to separate your chaotic soul from that
of the universe.
You run away from the world and the world runs
with you.
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I'm really free right now—more than I'll probably ever be again. I can't help thinking about
the rat race. We — are about to enter it—we're all going to have to fight for our individuality.
In a couple of years people are going to start pushing us instead of asking us first.
I'll be thinking, "Go to Hell. " Instead, I know I'll fight it another way. Behind all this,
though, is a desire I have to accomplish something of real importance—instead of being
a cog in a red-tape society. We'll be suppressed only if we don't care enough to work for
a change. I guess that is what I'll be doing until I'm satisfied.
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Once upon a time there was a little puppet who wanted sooo
bad to walk without the aid of her strings. At the time she
was suspended by strings barely even touching the floor
Day after day this puppet was pulled from the right. She
was pulled up and down and all around. But never was she
able to make any sense out of all the different pulls. She
knew the secret to walking would come when she was able
to put all the strings together. But how?
Then, one day, there were two pulls from the right at the
same time. This made a little sense. Time passed and more
and more of the pulls were coming at the same time making
more and more sense. She began to understand and her dream
of walking did not seem so impossible. Oh how happy she
was!
What happened to the little puppet? I don't really know but
legend has it that as she walked off the puppet stage one
of the little old string pullers whispered, "My God! I
think she's running.
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The world of student politics is a microcosm
of politics everywhere. All the issues are
present; questions of representation, legiti-macy,
inefficiency, democracy, autocracy,
electioneering, unresponsiveness of the
bureaucracy, as well as endless committee
meetings. Some consider it an education
vastly superior to that of the classroom.
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A bureaucracy is nothing more than a conglomerate of people. For this
reason I look upon any dealings with a bureaucracy as a refreshing challenge.
I think of it not as a bout between me and a thing, but rather as a challenge
between people. If I can communicate with the people then I am confident
that it is possible to effect the desired result. I look upon any failure as being
a failure to communicate—and as much my fault as the bureaucracy's.
Of course, a simpler system would be more pleasing—for instance, one in
which I am the supreme omnipotent ruler. I find, however, some difficulty
in convincing the bureaucracy that this would be a better system.
The University—a microcosm of the macro—felt strongly because
it compresses and intensifies all those forces which in the external
world seem so distant—change seems so slow, yet too fast. One wonders
where we are going and why, and life is frustrating. But there re-mains
also the other part of the dyad—within the microcosm there
exists the silent world of thought, of reason, of cor}templation—
and everything becomes worthwhile.
Jean Danielson
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What do these four years amount to?
Perhaps I'll know when it's all through, but
right now the answer is none too clear to
anyone. Those nine to twelve months
abroad just substantiate Tom Wolfe's
truism: you can't go home again.
Rift of a lifetime's programming
to be a "good citizen," you find
yourself masquerading as a native. But
the masque is a reflection in the
surrounding world: it is you. Now
having the freedoms of the USA is more
than compensated by knowing the
freedoms of another country where
being an individual out ranks all else.
So what if there are political
repressions, you are outside of
that anyway. As time passes
before your eyes, it becomes evident
that the most crushing system
will not destroy happiness. Soon
you will know the meaning of the
word in at least one more language,
one human context And the meaning
of sorrow, and hate, and love and
p^ce and . . .
When you get back to the 'land
of the free,' you know the phrase
is only a cheap advertising
cliche in a country where the
amassing of green paper dictates
liberty. However, a Black,
Nikki Giovanni, might tell you,
"they'll probably talk about
my hard childhood/ and
never understand that/ all
the while I was quite happy.
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So we Americans talk about
other countries in their
poverty, be it political,
financial, or whatever. Or we
envy the next door neighbor and
spend all ourselves to find
what everyone else wants before
knowing what we want What
does it take to make us know
that the pursuit of happiness
is ours, not (hat of the
political organization of a
nation, not any institution
other than the one you build
for yourself. There is more
than one world, and there
should be many more.
But it is so human never
to see the writing on the wall.
f/rfu^ IrKoAtzz.
College began for me a transition which I thought had been a/ready made in
high school. During my senior year in high school I had planned to study
very diligently arid graduate Summa Cum Laude as does everyone. However,
I realized after my first semester in college that studying is not all that is
necessary for success in college and life. College proves through classes and
activities that one has to be involved with people and respect them, realizing
that they also exist Although I've learned a great deal from being in class, I
have learned more from being involved with people; not only students but
also the faculty, staff, and employees. I understand that these people exist
and are very important to my education and maturation just by their
existence.
All of the people that I have been involved with have been pertinent factors
in the decisions that I have made for my future. I am still a pre-med student
with hopes of studying optometry. However, I consider learning to associate
with people on the same echelon with my studies. Hopefully, the two will
allow me to be a successful individual.
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It was such a long day and the sun didn't come up until late
afternoon. I wasn't afraid of the darkness this time, though,
because stumbling around in it I touched a few people and a few
touched me.
I wouldn't have gotten out of bed to begin with, but the shouting
woke me up. It was a funny feeling^wearing a mask in the dark,
but I still feel cheated when I think about how everyone else was
wearing one, too.
Now the sun is gone again and even though I'm not tired, time to
crawl back upstairs. Goodnight and goodbye NOLA . . . . I wish I hadn't
forgotten what I was supposed to do tomorrow.
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Chuck Gazerek
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learned in his chosen field and each richer in life because he
experienced the other . . . In the end neither is sure who is
the "warrior" and who is the "peacemaker.
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The last four years of my life have been fully fraught with change. It has been
a period of new expectation, a more venturesome and variegated one. It has been
more fully human. I am what is considered a technical specialist, yet I have lost in
orientation much of the exclusiveness and homogeneity of the specialist and become more
heterogeneous in my life view and endeavours, in so doing i have been a better man of
and for technology. This has been a messier period, it has been painful, and it has
been rewarding.
Along the way I've discarded a considerable amount of baggage. In the process,
becoming less opinionated, less inflexible and considerably more humble and open
to others. In a profound way. I've been taught by students as well as been a
teacher. In giving I have received doubly and more.
As a man of technology, I believe technology can be the means for man's human
fulfillment and not an end. symbol, or goal to that fulfillment itself i hope.
I have hope that man is destined for a life offering world. As a person. I stridently,
consciously, and hopefully move into the future, taught by the past, and unengulfed
by the present.
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How valuable it must be to know
when you give it will have more
meaning than to have someone simply take.
Talk is the cheap tool of life that
leads us in our merry circle. It's so
hard in an unnatural atmosphere to
communicate or share with anyone;
most are too busy giving of their most
precious selves. Croudiing in our shell,
as the real world nears, it becomes
more apparent that there are fewer skirts
to pull on and its hard to find a tent
to crawl under. To be able to coordinate
word and deed, why is that
such a stumbling block for . .
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We may be given crumbs of our
super-imposed imaginary success or
happiness, but never be allowed to
satisfy our appetites, when all the
while the real joy, that of
life, simply waits to be shared.
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overestimated. More often than not.we become just what
our attitudes make us think we are. With a more optimistic
approach to life and living, coping with daily challenges
and often conflict not only becomes meaningful and worth-while,
but really indispensable. Without some conflict there
is no change, and without change no growth arid self-can
be worse than Just "copping out;" it may be mor
Life is a real game. You realize that you can't play the game without being
on a team and you aren't playing properly unless you play for your teammates.
You wouldn't be on the ream if you weren't respected as a player. No player
can do every tfiing. A good pitcher never can bat, but he's not expected to.
He's respected and admired for what he is—a pitcher. Take pride in the
position you play, because every position is important; the game wouldn 't
goon without it. Don't ever think that a player is all bad. Every player
has something good in him; find it and admire it.
Don't get upset if you can't bat a thousand or if you drop a fly.
Nobody's perfect. We all make mistakes. You shouldn't give up if you make
mistakes; you should relax and try harder to improve yourself. All it takes
is practice. You should learn a lesson from your error—why did it happen?
If you do, then it wasn't in vain and the next time it comes by, you'll
be more prone to catch it and make the best out of it
Yeah, life's a real game and I'm sure you know the old cliche,
"You win some and you lose some and some Just get rained out, but
the important thing is that you show up for all of them."
A game it is not. The pressure is very real, the work hard and the glory
fleeting. You endure any and all for a chance to grasp a single Ideal;
victoryI Often you ask yourself "why?" The answer is simple. Your
spirit thrives on competition. Intense pride and the desire to excel take
precedence over all else. The physical pain incurred can not begin to
approach the intensity of the mental anguish felt in "loss."
Curse, kick and ridicule me, but never—never call me a
loser!
4}lud^'Su^
Asthetics:
I consider magic to be the most fascinating and beautiful aspect of life. In my work, I try
to recreate a sense of magic by dealing with phenomenon pertaining to life such as my
awareness of experiences. This is largely determined by the language used (verbal or
visual). Our present language. often limited or inadequate for our incredible complex
environment, involves more than one of our senses at a time. This might explain my
preoccupation with the technology of the visual language.
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Life is for the living, the actively living. It must be attacked with a
vigor, a lust for experience; the elation and despair of winning and losing.
The good and the bad must both be felt. There is no appreciation of the sublime
without having been the ridiculous. Opportunity dares us to accept each
challenge, and each challenge is a gamble involving stakes higher than gold,
the human soul. Each challenge must be met and victory brings its own glow,
while defeat brings frustration and hurt. In victory you roar like a lion, and
this roar establishes your existence. In defeat you quietly lick your wounds
which hurt, but because they hurt you know you are still alive and being alive
you have another chance to play the game and win. Even if you never win,
at least you have held onto and directed the casting of the die.
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Over a week ago, I agreed to write a statement about myself. Well—I'm not much the public
type. So that's one thing about me. Anotheristheproscrastinationin the line of duty which,
while it did allow me to finish The Sot-Weed Factor and find out about the eggplant recipe,
made me late with this piece. So I'll just drop this off on my way to the track to run my
daily three miles—and while I'm running I can reflect about why the campus was quiet this
year, whether or not a university can be managed, the quality of cultural events ithe City
next year, and whether or not the political scene has really changed. That's alot to cover in
three miles, but then I en/oy procrastination in that respect too.
Dr. James Murphy
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'Bout ready now?
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Wrap that one up.
All the way with the cream?
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Two.
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Thanks a lot fellows, take care.
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Kperience the deepest kind of intellectual enjoy-i,
of course, is not a new educational principle. But
of this principle that has led to the
ossification of instruction, particularly at the undergraduate
level. As crisply stated by Commissioner Harold Howe II, the
basic ill of American higher education is "the failure to probe
for the intellectual curiosity in every student and guide it in
those directions that we have found over the centuries to be
most important to a civilized and fulfilling life." To this I
might add that the research scholar, in the vanguard of new
approaches, techniques, and rapidly expanding knowledge, is
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onfess to a vast impatience with the point of view which
ribes the failure of teaching on our nation's campuses to
overemphasis on research. I submit that the highest form of
teaching is being practiced today by our research scholars.
My thesis, simply stated, is as follows: A professor in any
discipline stays alive when he is engaged in creative work,
however modest. He stays alive when he carries his en-thusiasm
for discovery into the classroom. The professor is
academically dead when the spark of inquiry is extinguished
within him. It is then that he betrays his student. The student
becomes merely an acquirer of knowledge rather than an
le com. I may be belaboring
phasizing that the dedicated
ner excitement of creativity
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witnessing how seemingly unrelated observations are woven
into a meaningful, comprehensible pattern.
If undergraduate education seems to have deteriorated, it is
not because we have too much research, but because we have
too little of it in most institutions. And, far too often, the
research scholar is subjected to a riqi(
ative undergraduate curriculum, monopolized by formal
lecture courses, when he would prefer to teach in the n
he knows best: by intellectual contagion and lengthy
discussion. We must take the bold step of largely replacing
formal discourse by informal seminars and independent study
programs. The students will then learn to think for them-selves
again. We will learn to talk to the students again.
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It has taken me a long time and many experiences
(good and bad) to reach the point where I can
honestly say that I know who I am, and I know
where I'm going. Some people consider me to be
arrogant, presumptuous, and egotistical. That's too
bad for them, because my experiences have also made
me damn good at what I do.
I know my strenghts and I know my weaknesses.
That's important as hell to me. I don't think I could
have said that two years ago. Nor could I have said,
as I can now, that I really like myself. That may be
the most important thing, because until you can really
say that you like yourself, you can never hope to
love someone else.
I know that I will probably never change the world.
However, I will affect the individuals and institutions
with whom I come in contact, and they will affect
me. As the man said, "Some days you eat the bear,
and some days the bear eats you, but no one este
unless you go out into the woods."
David A. Johnson
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et a/.; Thursday, Beef Burgundy and Noodles; Friday, Trout Almondine or
Meat Loaf. Tuesday, Fried Chicken. You see. there are alternatives. I
guess the secret is being discerning, selective.
My body is; I am—alive. For me there can be no long-range
tomorrows, for by their very nature they blot out today, always the means
to an end. Happiness is awareness. It seems to me that you can't be
happy on the outside, or expect to be, unless you're happy on the inside.
Bodies pulsate, palpitate, radiate—ever-sensitive organisms capable
of the most exquisitely fragile vibrations. Unleash it and know its
exhultation.
Making yourself more important
To yourself
doesn't mean making yourself more important.
it means making
the Self
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A dollar sixty-two.
I enjoy working with people.
This doesn't go with the special.
Prices are higher everywhere. It's not just here.
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As means of transport for man and
of proximity becomes an insignificant detert
distance become less relevant organizational
ourselves into the next century and visualize a
every man has the ability to experience all of this planet
accessibility to resources and produce is uniform, the natu '
the environment will be radically changed. In concurrenK
will be world-wide organizational modifications. Our prioi
A question to be asked, before we speculate upon the future, is whether there will be anyone
here to participate in ii. The assumption which miist be made is that there will be a resolution
of man's discorded relationships with himself and his environment. This is not an idealistic
whim; the ultimatum is evolving with regard to man's survival which will force him to analyze,
rectify, and-unity:or perish.
attain greater speed and efficiency, the concept
inant in decision making processes. Time and
criteria. It is not difficult to mentally project
lore total realization of these capabilities. When
h relative ease, and, when
ety and its relationship with
ith the technological developments
;s, in terms of labor, will change to
iphasis upon mental rather than physical productivity. An abundance of leisure time
will be available to be utilized as a way of life rather than a luxury.
It will be necessary to plan and organize our world in reference to the utilization of leisure
time. Leisure, as a satisfying experience, takes a variety of forms which will vary according to
time, circumstance, and the individual. Five criteria of desired leisure time experience are; 1)
visual, 2) activity, 3) environmental rejuvenation, 4) personal, 5) interpersonal. All of these
work in combination to produce satisfying leisure time encounters. The basic social unit will
still be the nuclear family, contrary to some popular belief. Most animal species have some form
of this institution without the legalizing, formalizing restrictions that societies wield. It is not
necessary that all members of the family will have concurrent leisure time available, nor is it
necessary that, when the times do concur, that all will desire or require the same experience.
The leisure facilities must accommodate four major groupings, both separately and in
combinations; 11 Families, 21 Children, 31 Pair-Bonds, 4) Individuals. In summary, the
amenities to be provided in leisure time facilities are:
1) Maximum diversity of choice in terms of natural environment, activity, built environment,
and cultural exposure.
21 Accommodations for social group counterparts to function independently, for example, all
leisure time environments should provide the possibility of parents and children to live and
operate separately.
31 Equal accessibility to all services, both human and mechanical-total convenience.
4) Accommodations for private, personal and group, interpersonal experiences.
In light of theserequirementsand determinants, it is proposed that leisure and workingcitieswill
be one and the same. All cities and settlements will be based upon the principles which make
leisure time environments satisfying. The world can be planned and organized to provide the
same amenities. The city or locale selected by a person as his permanent, working residence will
also be a leisure city. The world inhabitants will be able to select any city and partake of its
particular identifying characteristics in fulfillment of their leisure time. The job of rejuvenation
and rehabilitation will be a constant phenomenon, with totally satisfying experiences embodied
in one's leisure time. Leisure World is the vision of the Twenty-First Century.
At the present time we are utilizing a rudimentary form of super-mobility, not yet realizing the
full potential. A great fear of many is the homogeneity of culture as a resultant. When
super-mobility and transport reach their full potential, the cultural differentiations of today
will have been altered- Individuals will make their long-term residential selections based upon
choice rather than necesstly. Communications is a concurrent technological phenomena, which,
with further development, will complement in the negation of proximity as an organizational
determinant. It will no longer be necessary for businesses to mass in economic, distributive
centers such as our present day cities. Culture will no longer be based upon ethnocentricity.
Inhabitants of a particular locale will have an immediate affinity in that residence was selected
upon a natural preferential basis. The new cultures to be formed will be derived from the
environments in which they exist, and. from a mixture of diversified cultural backgrounds
which will amalgamate, forming a culturally identifiable entity.
A tendency which is arising out of our transport capabilities is the elimination of regionalized
architecture. The majority of so-called "building systems," all of vrfiich proclaim some degree
of universal applications, have little to do with the environments into which they are to be
placed or the people who are to inhabit them. Rather than being derived from the
environmental, cultural context to which they are to belong, they seem to be created to suit
none at all, as if they were to exist in a void. Since we do not live in a totally, environmentally
homogenous world, it is illogical to propose a residential unit universally applicable to any
environment. There is no one tree which grows in every part of the world and no two which are
exactly the same. The basis of underlying format of tree is relatively universal, each with its
appropriate adaptations according to its context. Instead of striving to create universal physical
entities, we should develop physical matrices and formats from which the entity can be
generated according to its environmental context and specific usage.
The architecture of leisure world Is derived from a generative process. A format is established
from which a multitude of architectural manifestations can evolve, allowing each to be
environmentally commensurate with its particular context. The elements of the format are; 11
structural matrix, 21 joint, 31 member, 41 exterior components, 5) interior components, 6|
energy-supply, service and waste reprocessing system.
Since the format is to generate architectural forms in diverse environments, it can not be
dependent upon any typical topographic conditions. The structural matrix is comprised of a
super-structure which makes its union with the surface at minimal point locations, and, a
suspension cable system from which all spaces are structurally composed. The network of
cables can be arranged to provide any space or combination of spaces desired. The structural
matrix allows forms to occur in any three-dimensional composition, which will be determined
environmentally, culturally and according to use.
In order to make the structural spaces inhabitable, the elements of architectural form are
introduced: 1 1 joint, 2) member, 31 exterior components, 41 interior components. The joint and
member establish the definition of the space and act as connectors for all other components.
The exterior components will vary according to environmental context, and can be made of any
material, in whatever manifestation is desired, with the only limitation being its compatability
with the underlying format. Interior components must be integrally related to those of tht
exterior and can vary to the same degree. The types of interior and exterior components and
amenities are limitless. Interchangeability is an inherent benefit of this system. All components
designed for the Leisure World process must only comply with basic format.
The energy supply, service, and waste disposal system is an adjustable network of umbilicle^
which plug into the ^aces providing environmental control systems, energy source, water
produce, goods and services, and the waste reprocessing cycle.
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With The use of the Leisure World format, environmentally and culturally appropriate architectural environments can be achieved.
If we were to begin today with the installation of a Leisure World format, it would constitute a major step in the ratification of our
environmental atrocities. The landscape could be permitted to re-establish a natural order, and, when the Twenty-First Century
arrives, we will be able to enjoy a
LEISURE WORLD
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Perhaps some will think me a sentimental fool, and, to be sure, I may be deteriorating in
both heart and head, but since I have been asked, I will deliver myself of the following
observations. Experience with students over a quarter of a century has brought me, in the
philosophical meaning of the word, more faith; things seem to be more worth doing in a
world that increasingly seems to make more sense {cf . Part 1 1 1 of The Greening of America) .
So I find myself more dedicated than ever as I work with students toward the best
educational ideals. Some special thoughts are these: a lot of learning takes place both in and
out of the classroom through making mistakes; a lot of learning takes place when people
locked into prejudiced positions are treated considerately and reasonably rather than being
hurt and humiliated by a sharp rebuttal that only serves to cement the person in his
prejudice. In order to exercise this gentle, patient approach, you have to do these things; try
to forget your miserable self, and stretch your level of tolerance until you almost get chills
and fever. For support I lean upon some of the thoughts of our poet philosophers, for
example, that very simple yet noble statement of Wordsworth from Michael, 'There is a
power in the strength of iove," and the most beautiful of what we might now term Zen or
Existentialist statements, from the second part of Goethe's Faust , where Faust calls to the
fleeting moment and says, "Ah, still delay, thou art so fair."
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John H. Slibbs
Over a season people can change & I can see that players
mature, that there's more to living than just this one thing.
Being around campus, meeting younger people, and listening
to them, I feel that I'm helping them whenever I'm giving
them some constructive thoughts. I believe that I've reaped
something from them. Being older, and in meeting these
different individuals, with different creeds, religions and
beliefs, I've learned tolerance. It sounds kind of foolish. But I
have. I've learned tolerance from young kids.
With the turmoil that the w/orld is encountering, I'm still of
the firm belief that people within this universe can live in
peace.
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From worn and rumpled voices meant to teach
Me good from bad. This black and most absurd
of thoughts: Whose words should I allow to reach
Within my mind to challenge and sustain
My panderings of me? Whom to permit
To possess and defile a virgin brain
That once taken, should only sense admit.
Sage thoughts engender only proper schemes
But who's to differentiate between
The sound, the sage or sunshine of my dreams?
Can antique masters feel what I have seen?
My answer: All who would speak I will hear.
And strive that wisdom will depose fools' fears.
7 March 72
James A. Dunnigan
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Things have gotten to the point where I am blowing falling
eyelashes off my fingertips and getting disappointed when
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T'is a poor law which cannot accomplish
some good in the hands of a wise judge.
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How can I justify my existence? The question does more than
just prod my thoughts, it creates doubts. Is it enough to
say that I love and am loved? Is it sufficient to say that
I AM and therefore I deserve to be? Can any trite cliche
give substance to my inner thoughts and feelings? I can't
justify my being through words and phrases; and yet. I
strive to put some order and meaning into my own life.
in a sense, medicine gives me that meaning. It is an escape
from the cutthroat business world. It is an escape from
an eight to five boredom that would drive me up a wall.
By the same token, medicine offers me an opportunity to do
something I consider useful. I have no starry-eyed illusions
about medicine. You can help as many or as few people as you choose.
You can live the plushest of lives, or you can push yourself
to death trying to help others. Somewhere, I hope I find the
proverbial "happy medium"
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share his life with other people. Everyone can try to find
friends with whom to en/oy life; giving to and talking from
them ideas and experiences. To find people with a wide range
of beliefs and who are close to each other is not always easy,
but such a group will enrich your life. College let me find a
diverse group of friends that I will always have. I found these
friends in a fraternity, one of the things that made my college
life meaningful.
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Stewart Kepper, Jr.
/ never have been able to avoid asking the questions involving the whys and hows of the
human situation around us, or rather the lack of it. Why can't people live with each other?
How can one person or group of people claim to tell another what type of life is right for
them? What drives some men to kill or die for no greater cause than to have the power to
tell someone else how to live?
Maybe man is born with some sort of instinctive will to power, maybe not. Maybe other
men put it there, maybe not. Whatever the cause, it's going to have to be we ourselves who
eventually learn to live with each other in this world: it is going to have to be we who learn
to overcome the human selfishness and pettiness that seems to lie at the core of all this crap.
It will have to be we who learn to accept our brothers and sisters for what they are and
enjoy what each has to offer in the time we have together.
For four years now, I've heard us say we're different and that we won't turn out like those
who've gone before, that we've got different values and a different emphasis on life. Yet
when I've looked around I see many of us, in these last months before we emerge into that
world outside, compromise our stands to ensure ourselves a good foothold out there. I guess
that is only normal, but then we are really different. Will we fall short of finding some kind
of solution to the inevitable rut humans fall into when it comes time to make lives for
ourselves? Will we all really split up now and become no more than former classmates and
business associates? Or will that bond which seemed to join us all in a music-filled
auditorium on Saturday night or on the quad on weekday afternoons be strong enough to
really make a difference?
David Bauman
Looking at life—conscious of the past and anxious about the future—I see the world in a
fragmented condition. This condition is the outgrowth of continuous conflict among
people, though it is not due to the popular issues of the day such as rich versus poor, learned
versus unlearned, liberal versus conservative. Black versus White. These are only the
symptoms of our societal maladies.
Rather, the cause Is the basic struggle which exists between those with closed minds and
hearts, as compared to those who are receptive to people and broadening life experiences.
For. after many years of introspection, I see myself as having acquired an inclusive
perspective, which enables me to better relate to people and appreciate things in life.
Indeed, I regard myself as a positive thinker but with a bent toward realistic actions. Of
course, training and experiences have contributed to this development. Legal education
helped me to be aware of the importance of effecting change within society. Personal
introspection gave me a sense of discrimination as to my ability to contribute to societal
change. But religion has taught me to patiently accept the things I cannot change.
In all my concern about the future, I am, therefore, hopeful that more people will be
motivated to find their place in life's master plan so that we can make the earth a better
place for all men.
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Farrell Hockemeier
/ think that if i have learned anything in two years, it is that
I have much farther to go and much more to learn.
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Michael Markrich
"Doctor Knight will see you"—nervous sweat pours into my dress shirt. I wipe my hanc
on my trouser leg; no one likes to shake a sweaty hand. We're introduced, he is a kinn
person—the impression is strong, and I relax. Why do I want to be a doctor, l'\
rehearsed the answer a thousand times, but it leaves me. How can I tell him that I wai
to do something for people without sounding like a 24 carat phoney. Or am I ju
putting the lid on a score of selfish reasons for seeking the medical professio.
I'm ashamed to speak of altruism but do so anyway. This is the way we usual.-
begii
Four y^rs pass, its 2 AM, I can't get this damned I.V. started. Old woman
veins are like wet toilet paper. I'd better try a few sticks on the left ar-before
calling the intern to do a cut down. God, She's crying. These hea
gauge needles hurt and I tend to forget. She is so afraid of dying; I should t-i
with her, but tomorrow will be another all night affair in the Emergency Roo-
Better slow down or it will be that stinking ulcer regimen again. I wono
if the Docs on the ship HOPE have much stomach trouble. That was the b
plan when I was a freshman, but idealism is cheap on 8 hours sleep. Will s:
of those early dreams survive this meat grinder? This is the way we usus
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I Know Not Why
Something within me speaks sometimes-
It seldom laughs but always sighs.
This thing within me seeks the truth
Nothing less will do . . .
Why it sighs as if to die
Why it sort of cries
Not very loud . . . rather low
But always just enough to show.
i am still not quite as free-
As Langston, Rap. Stokely-
So You See . . .
I must sigh.
My Heart must cry
The Soul is willing—
The body ready—
My heart bleeds—
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Black and Beautiful are the angels
Don't ask me how I know . . .
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Slack and Beautiful
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Have you ever stopped in the middle of a conversation and thought,
"How trite. " You have said nothing profound—you no longer have any
creative ability. You're just spitting out sociology, psychology,
economics, biology, etc. Have we all forgotten how to think? Have the
ideals of thinking and learning been driven out of our heads by years of
schooling and simple growing-up. Think how influenced you are by your
peers—right down to your good pair of worn-out jeans. Reread all of
this—now don't you find it all very trite? I do and maybe someday
I will convince myself that life is worth more challenges than I have
now. And maybe I'll climb out of my foxhole of lectures and books and
I will dig up from the back of my mind that which I lost long ago-the
ability to find knowledge with my powers of creativity.
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mind of man would be for its content to be dictated by men. Important
discoveries and new ideas arise from asking questions for their own sake.
fiather than being a consequence of careful planning and foresight, real
advances often result from serendipity. As soon as we start to legislate
scientific and academic interest, interest will die. A t the risk of incriminating
the idealist, I would maintain that the word relevant has meaning which is so
transient and anthropocentric as to make it almost irrelevant. To restrict
inquiry to relevant questions is to deny yourself the right to be right or
wrong. As evidence for my commitment maybe someday I'll write a book on
the mind of the chicken.
Gordon G. Gallup, Jr.
East is Bast and
West is West.
Where am I?
Sitting on the grass thinking . . , and relaxing.
Is that right? I am not sure.
Look at the sky. It is all clean and beautiful.
I wish the world were like that
No, it is polluted and full of mysteries.
Two things come to my mind.
Either I should hitch-hike to the Moon with
the astronauts or spend the rest of my life here
with the rocks and fossils.
Please advise.
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Krishna Kumar Ray
Coming from middle-class America . . . coming from a minister's family . . . caught up in concern for the plight of man, but
disenchanted with the Church's ability to cope with it. . . caught up in the challenge to resist the urge to ignore my
brother . . . Where to go! Where to live my concern for others. . . Where to learn the beauty of the risk of involvement.
College days . . . then the real world . . . but not yet . . . join the Peace Corps . . . introduce new means, new alternatives to
rigidly restricted farm organizations . . . Is this me, or do I really need to get to work back home?
Now here—living with social issues at home—issues like war, poverty, unemployment, welfare, crime . . . but the issues are
people: people without jobs, people without adequate incomes, people living in substandard housing with inadequate food
and health care . . . And this is where I'm going . . . this is me as an emerging social worker—without the answers but
hopefully with some of the right questions for persons able to effectuate change . . . and hopefully learning to continue
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Here and happy — Now, yet never again — Over thirty and
established — Content but still concerned — Together and secure, with
family and friends — Confident in a rewarding, diversified job that offers
ample opportunity for creative activities. An inspiring environment
conducive to working and communicating with experienced elders, dedicated
peers and talented young friends.
Goals? Time and energy for more of the same with a larger portion
reserved for personal professional development and family recreation.
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The way it feels is like trying very hard to tune in to someone but at the
same time not trying because it helps just to pick up your own
/ust-beneath-the-surface feelings about how this particular individual person
makes you feel—these are clues, but also there has to be the objective
discipline or the whole thing makes no sense at all. What all this feels like
with "the student:" impossible question—each one is so unique. But the
camouflage of choice is, of course, to talk about intellectual answers, which
unfortunately don't answer the confusing emotional question marks along
the way. Such a melange of mixed messages, untrusting testing, wishes for
marvelous magic (with anger or acting out when it can't be given), and
tempting down-the-garden-path ploys to keep us both from getting too close
to the real person with his special, complicated feelings. It's a challenge-exciting,
frustrating, gratifying, stimulating, never a dull moment working
with the student— the universe feels very intense through his/her eyes, as if
the world has just begun (it must alv\/ays have seemed so in universities, but
especially to these students at this particular time in this particular world).
My view resembles the gradually unfolding, always unique and unexpected
colorful changing movement of an intensely human, real-life kaleidoscope.
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The rehersal: the time for exploration of all
the possibilities of the script; the search
for the character; the solving of problems.
All elements leading to the performance,
the end product.
This time there is no script. The rehersal and
performance are no longer distinguishable.
Only the character is known. The success
or failure of the production depends upon
her ability to improvise.
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When I first began my University experience I had
numerous questions, important among these were those that
dealt with personal identity, meaning and purpose. What
I expected were answers. Was it not the function of
Universities to transmit l<nowledge, and does not l<nowledge
mean answers?
I searched for answers in isolation and in association,
in isolation so that the questions would have
individuality, and in association so that they would
have context and relevance.
I found no answers. Have I been deceived by either
University or l<nowledge? No. My understanding had
deceived me instead. Knowledge does not contain
answers. It contains but the means and the ends,
the means with which to properly pose questions
and the proper ends to which questions are
posed.
Am I disappointed!' No. If I had received
answers I would have had reason for disappointment.
for answers have a finality about them which
destroys the freedom to question. Questions
and answers do not coexist Each answer
destroys its question and each further
question destroys the answer.
I now have many more questions than when
I first began, some that I ask and some that
I listen to. I seek more.
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Peter Jacx&ens
A Faculty member has no responsibility more important tban that
to bis students, both undergraduate and graduate. Today, most
students feel—often justly so-that they are fust cogs in a machine,
numbers in academe, completely "depersonalized" as far as their
relationship with their professors goes; they think that no one of
the teaching staff realty pays any attention to them or is the
least bit interested in diem. To combat this attitude it behooves
Faculty members to establish with their students the fdnd of rapport
which makes each one realize that he is an individual and that the
professor recognizes him as such; this rapport reveals itself in
the professor's interest in, and concern for, the student in
whatever problems he faces.
All Faculty members try to fulfill their academic responsibilities
of unbiased teaching and abjective pursuit of research in
their disciplines; but not enough of them allow themselves to
become "involved" with their students to understand their interests
and concerns; not enough of them encourage students to come to them
for guidance and advice when the situation demands it. The Faculty
member is obligated to give the kind of counseling which is honest
and realistic; for instance, it would be dishonest, I believe, for
a professor to urge a student to go into a certain field, if he
knew that field to be overcrowded and job opportunities few, even
though by giving such advice he might have lost an outstanding student
to his department.
I know that it is impossible for every student to feel that
he personally knows his professors, but Faculty members can, and
should, create a climate in which the student feels that he
functions as an individual, and that (fte professor is there to be
of whatever help he can whenever help is sought.
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As my mother sadly drove me to the airport the morning I left home for school, I remember thinking to myself, "Self,
this is a really profound day in your life. This is the day you leave home to start down the 'long hard road of life.
'
And you know what they say, 'you can never go home again,' or whatever that quote is; once you've left the nest, that's
it— you're on your own. Nothing will ever be the same again."
Four months later I came home for the semester break. I was shocked: my friends had changed very little, my family
was still functioning, my high school was still standing and it still had tons of students going from class to class, my
hometown hadn't changed: it was still growing like a cancer in the desert, its streets were the same, the stop-lights
houses and buildings were the same. I thought to myself: "Self, it looks like all that talk one hears about how leaving
home and going off to school is such a profound experience, is mostly a lot of bull.
"
Four months have past, and my freshman year is coming to an end. I now believe that my freshman year has been a
"broadening experience;" I have learned a good deal academically, I have met a huge variety of people with different
backgrounds, motivations and ideas from those of my high school buddies, and I have gotten to know a beautiful,
colorful and historically-minded city-which is totally opposite from my hometown. But none of this happened
overnight.
I now realize that I was a very ignorant and melodramatic ass eight months ago when I thought that by just physically
leaving home I would have an instant profound experience. I think that most folks my age are the same way: we're
often a bunch of melodramatic asses.
Torru Rrpon ^
School IS just about what you make it . . . You can intellectu-alize,
stagnate, politic, affiliate, withdraw, flip-out— whatever
you please. An ivory tower in one sense, it has all the
poten tial pressures you care to take on yourself, and
probably the only important ones are those that are
self-imposed.
Maybe the purpose of college is to orient you towards
something, show you the spectrum of values, somewhere
along which you are expected to figure. 'You pays your
money and you takes your pick.' But you can't really take
your pick.
What happens once we all graduate? If all of us, having
learned our lessons well, leave as independent thinkers,
conscious and probably "alienated," will we all fall into place
once we've graduated, or will we in some way exercise our
various philosophies? And I think it must be admitted that
what we supposedly shall have gotten with a degree, is not
comensurate with the level of jobs now open to B.A. 's; we
come into contact with some real high falutin' thinking and
expect, not unnaturally, to follow through.
Trying to correlate the anticipated limitations of life out of
college, with appreciated freedoms and oppotrunities of life
in it. is consternating . . . But school I don't mind. Not at all!
Elizabeth L. Stout
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Go dancing. Read Shakespeare. Buy a Joni Mitchell record.
Camping in Canada-very peaceful, very "good."
Buy some hats. Write a poem. Try an outdoor manual labor job.
Walk somewhere-nice and easy. Play touch football with some little kids.
I liked Europe. You really ought to go to Brennan's and also
Conca D'Oro's Pizzeria in Plainfield, N.J.
Getting drunk ?-ek -but I liked grass a lot better. Find some snow.
Discover Audubon Park or maybe Jackson Square-I wish I had.
Everyone should have a World A Imanac-especially an old one-they can be
very interesting.
Talk to people. Grow a beard.
The sky is very beautiful
here.
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We were talking about schools and I mentioned that I believed in the schools
of talents-natural talent. I said that a person who has a natural talent to dance
beautifully should be given the opportunity to extend this talent and for the
moment forget other requirements. And you would soon see because of the force of
his being able to express himself in his natural talent that he would, on his own,
study Latin. I know. You see, when I went to school, / studied Physics, and when
I wrote the notes of my teacher in front of me I didn't hear what he said.
All I did was to write notes. Next to me sat a man who could listen to what
was said and also write notes. Now when I read my notes, after I wrote them,
I couldn't understand them, so I copied the man's notes who could hear and
also write notes. And I passed my examination, not from what I wrote, what I
read, but from the notes of my next door neighbor. Because I had no talent to write
notes and to listen at the same time. Now if this teacher understood this he would
have said to me, "Now, Lou Kahn, you've got to attend your courses in Physics
because Physics is essential to the work that you are cut out to do. But don't
take notes. Do anything, make drawings—anything you want to do. But you will be
examined and I will ask you to draw Physics for me. " We might consider it.
There's something to it. It's terribly exaggerated, I know, but we're having fun.
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In a world of images and illusions,
the only truth is the Eternal within.
Louisiana au nom si poetique sais-tu?
Tu m'as degue.
J'allais ^ toi guidee
Par ton riche passS
Plantations blanches, passions violentes
Lourdes d'une vie ardente et contenue
Que semblaient accabler
Mais re'primer a peine
Tes etes lourds et ton del orageux.
Louisiane, tu m'as d^cue.
Tes maisons restent blanches et dans
L'ombre des verandas dormant toujours
De grands noirs le chapeau sur
La felre ef le corps avachi
Mais ou est le Sud de jadis?
Le charme colonial? Les toilettes fleuries?
Quelques ombrelles encore laissent
Un peu de leur grace eclairer un momen t les rues.
Mais que font ces voitures aux formes lourdes
Aux odeurs sauvages dans la Calle Real et dans ta rue Dauphine?
Pourquoi ces drugstores aux couleurs criardes
Ces eglises austires dont n' emane nulla beautS?
Pourquoi dans Bourbon Street ces go-go girls vulgaires
Et ces nite-clubs ou I'on ne salt pas ce que c'est que
La nuit ou la vie sonne faux? ErSs, t'es-tu cache?
J'ai cru jadis te voir danser le blues
Avec de belles noires aux corps pleins de vie.
La trompette t'incantait quand Armstrong le voulait.
Maintenant des aveugles crient saisir ton fantome
Dans le quartier francais apres un daiquiri quand
Una croupe undulante et des yeux maquilles se reclament de toi
Ou retrouver la vie en toi et sa beautS toi
Qui fus jadis la nouvelle Qrl^ans?
D'illusion habite seule ton dScorde theatre
Qu des enfants sans ame s'agitent et s'affairent
Qui ne savent meme pas ou ne veulent pas voir
Que ton grand corps est mort.
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Anne-Marie March etti
Everyone wants to be independent-students
want to be individuals.
In their social activities today they want to
"do their own thing" as they say.
The reason for this is
the average person doesn't believe in
authority. They don't have set goals.
To me, they don't care what happens
Just so long as they have their freedom.
They don't care for the next individual's freedom.
They speak of love but they're not doing
what they're preaching.
As for my philosophy—
I have an old-fashioned set way:
'to do unto others as they would
do unto me
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don't give out anything that you can't
take yourself, if it were done to you.
Roland Hadley
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/ don't have all the answers /No one does /Sure, everyone has ideas /
The environment /Government /Social reform /The trouble with most people
is that their ideas never are initiated / There are always better things to do /
Throw the frisbee /Drink a few beers / Play some football /No matter how
you say it. it adds up to apathy.
I want to be involved /A t least I want my ideas to be known /
Even if I can't solve the problems, I know I've tried /Some of the problems
in the world spring from a lack of effort / If more of us cared,
perhaps there would be less pollution /Maybe wars could be a thing of the past /
Who knows? We might learn to understand one another /
After all, understanding is half of the solution.
Macam N. Hornsby
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A TIME FOR
DECISION
Those same analvsts who were for so long urging the United States to
do what ihey called the honorable thing—to simply admit that it had
made a mistake in getting involved in the Vietnam war—now find
excruciating the prospect of admitting that they were wrong about
Vretnamization.
The facts of the matter, 1 am convinced, will eventually overtake them.
But until they do, I would caution you against puning too much stock
in the news accounts coming from Vietnam today. Don't discount
them, but I think it would be safe to say that you wouki be well
advised to look upon them as only a part of the whole.
And this, I think, might well apply to a great deal more than simply the
hostilities in Vietnam.
I am here, unabashedly as a partisan of the Republican Administration
of Richard Nixon. That too, ought to come as no surprise. But I believe
as well, that the reasons for supponing this President, in matters both
foreign and domestic, are not restricted to partisanship.
Senator Robert Dole
. . . there are people called teachers and there are people called
students. But these rales do not remain fixed, because in any claHroom
it is possible for a student to assume the role of teacher and a teacher to
becomes learner.
... in tiiat instance the student has more knowledge and therefore he
can transmit this information to the group, and the teacher relinquishes
the traditional role of teacher.
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People come to me all the time and say, we agree with what you are fighting for but not
with your tactics, not with your means . . . Sometimes I feel hurt, but ewerytime I say to
a guy "why," t end up apologizing for it afterwards ... I don't know but I've never heard
of such of a thing as clean fighting in all my life . . , But, when I say to them alright, look
I'm nor married to the ways that I've come, so if you don't like the way that I fight, then
you tell me a better way. And I'll do it. Now when you say that to them, that's the last I
hear of them, they say well I'll think about it and then I'll let you know, but don't call
me, I'll call you. And when you say to me. well, organization won't do it in time, vrtiat
else can you do7 What's the alternative to it? The only way people have power is to be
organized. And you've got to organize them and if you i^n't organize them in time, what
else can you do7 Say that organization is not going to work in time and therefore sit and
allow Wallace to take hold?
SaulAlinsky
United States should be rting the United Nations far more than we are. There are things happening
1 concerned you migiit be about a political issue, that should have your support,
-easons that I'm happy to have the opportunity to be here tonight to di:
e doing there.
cmember it but when the U.N. was founded the i
going to have instant peace and this organization is going to bring instant
brought the grasping idealism to the utmost that it might I
revealed, it has not been able to come to grips with some of the polil
dwindled. And yet in my judgment, it still has a tremendously useful ro
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We are now dealing wHh issues and maners and problems of government which lie at the
very heart of the crisis of liberal government, including the breakdown of government at
the functioning level. Many of the approaches, now for 35 years do not work. We don't
know why they don't work. I think maybe the greatest failure, if that's the right word, is
the failure to try to get beyond the normal explanations of the environmentalist,
behavioralist of the last forty, fifty years, as to why people are poor, why there's crime,
why you can't remedy many of these terrible social evils by money, and agencies, and
good will, and earnest-minded people. As there's something going on in the country, that
has, perhaps, something to do with human nature very basically, and this of course is a
great war between various intellectual groups now, that I don't think it's reflected enough
in the press. Too many of the old assumptions are the premises on which the news is
written in interpretive articles. I'd like to see it go a lot deeper, but you see it only here
and there in very special publications. I haven't put this very clearly because we need
almost a whole new vocabulary to describe what ii happening.
Eric Severeid
An eiMntial element of this counUy * af"* f""rt continue to be a totally free press. But
(he press ... is becoming increasingly powerful. And the press does not really criticiie
itself; they have a family relstionship .... Newspapers should be under constant review,
exactly the way any other media in this country is under constant review. Now if that
premise is correct, that because of technological difficulties, the ability of the press to
readily inform the people is becoming increasingly greater, then it follows that the press is
becoming an increasing power. Therefore, public figures, if they believe that what the
press is doing is unfair or unbalanced, not only have the right to call attention to it, but in
my judgment, have the moral ogligation to do to. So on the question as to whetiier or not
it is right fortheelectedofficialsresponsible to the government of their country to speak
on the fairness of the press as they see it to the people of their country, in my judgment,
it is right and more than that it's a moral obligation, simply because of the change in the
power relationship.
Frank Shakespeare
And we are in a period now when people think of government quite as
their enemy, and that's fine at least up to a point I've encouraged up to
some degree that kind of notion, but it can be carried too far. We can
gel to a point where cynicism about the government artd the people in
it becomes so fight, and administration of our television and newspaper
heroes so spectacular and their entertainment value so great and their
shock power so great that this becomes a kind of drug on which we
feed. And of that, too, I think we must beward. I never thought the day
would come when i would have to sit on a public plalform arx) say that
the average faceless bureaucrat, who as a type I have not through much
of my life come short of despising, is also in his life a patriotic
American. And I think that we must not suppose that the entire
governmem is composed of evil men trying to hide their mistakes. We
have a real probfem. Arid I think that those who have called attention
to the problem . . . have done a major public service to this country.
William Rusher
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sensitive documents and say
• they want to win a few votes, they'll
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them look fairly good, and another one here that
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Another aspect of change must be noted, that the paradox that tfia very
tnadiinerv of modern civilization has evolved to create abundance for
also creates anxiety '•or the individual. For the high
technology society is above all the society of the great organization. An
advanced society is the great organizations of government, industry,
labor, the military, education, communications, finance, and research.
These great organizations become the units of social energy. And by the
law of their being, they generate a life, a world, even a truth, a truth of
their own, independent of the human beings who may man or even
head them. The individual becomes one more item of consumption, like
any other form of raw material. The great organizations have thus
brought about an increasing devaluation of the individual. In one sense
tiie individual in our society has more power, more freedom, at least in
tfie sense of the amplitude of their choice, than ever before. But it's
heightened the sense of individuality and of expectation increase. This
sense of frustration, in the shadow of the towerir>g structures of
modern society, makes the contemporary indivklual feel puny and
helpless. Indeed no social emotion, I suppose, is more widespread today
than the conviction of personal powerlessness—the sense of being beset,
abused, and persecuted.
Arthur Schlesinger
In 1972, the nigger itjil existj. But there ii something «ery different
about the nigger in 1972; you no longer have to be black to be treated
like a nigger in this country .... If you define a nigger ... as someone
whose role in the society is defined and limited by others, whoievery
humanity is defined by others, then you come to this realization: there
are black niggers, brown niggers, red niggers, yellow niggers, women
niggers, white niggers, student niggers, long-haired niggers, anti-war
niggers, niggers for change, working class niggers. . . . You know what
I'm saying . . . this is a nation of niggers .... My point is this, that the
ultimate goal of humanity in this country, and the goal of humanity in
the world, is for us to rally all the niggers in this country into a new
coalition of hope, capable of changing the direction of this countrv.
and the course of history in the world. And if you and I are able to
bring together all the niggers, committed to a society worthy of us all,
then you and I will be able to transfer the jangling discord of discontent
into a harmonizing symphony of brotherhood.
Congressman Ronald Dellums
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. . . To communicate. To educate. To share. To love. Amidst
the poverty of an urban ghetto, trying to teach its children.
Up the poorest mountains of Appalachia, surveying its
ruined coalfields. With the victims of material
overindulgence and emotional starvation, rapping
about life . . . I know it's small, what I've done.
But I've always hoped that I have made a dent in
the injustice and ignorance I've seen around me.
Yet still there is hatred and hypocrisy and
stagnation. Still there are people who neither
know nor care about the joys of giving and
understanding; the wonders of exploring and
learning. Human beings are still malnurished
both physically and mentally. There are still
those who seem bent on destroying the beauty
of the natural world which surrounds them. And
I begin to question the purpose of my small
efforts; I wonder if I am all alone in a society
no longer worth saving . . . And then I remember
what an old mountaineer once shared with me. He was
showing me an old abandoned strip mine, where a reseeding
process had never taken hold. Shuffling across the dirt and
rocks, and kicking lumps of scattered coal, I began To tell
him of my frustrations. A little later, just before we left the
mining area, he said, in thai coarse, yet gently voice of his,
"Ya know, there's always hope." and then nodded his old
grey head toward the ground. And there, struggling from the
debris up toward the sun, was a small yellow flower. Yes,
it is still a beautiful world.
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Phyllis Potterf ield Bailey
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^ The great experiences of life are shared experiences. Life at
a university presents the possibility for such experiences; perhaps
this is the main reason many stay on for four years or more.
The picture is often muddled, but somehow we learn more than
if it had always been clear. Four years, long time, short time.
a thousand memories and images, always there, always felt,
occasionally perceived. A brainload of one-livers. The new broom
sweeps clean, but the old broom knows where the dirt lies~"Bad
breath? Why, use Listerine; Listerine kills germs. So what do germs
have to do with bad breath? Why dummy, germs have bad breath.
"
Ever carry something like a violin on an airplane and wish you
really were a hijacker? Pre-exam jitters crashing down like some
spectral hammer on its anvil. "If only I had just .. . "~
"Aw come on, he didn't really give a pop quiz in class today, did
he?" — A middle-aged woman, daintily pulling at her stocking;
casually admiring her one remaining leg — "Day after" days
with their mazy motion - "Life on a crocodile isle.
Someday, someone will find an old yellowed photograph somewhere, and
they'll laugh and say, "Didn't they look funny back then,"
and it will be a picture of us doing what the people in our old
photographs are doing.
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Voice No. 1 : Think I'll take off my coat.
V. 1.
V. 2.
V.I.
V. 2.:
V. 1.:
V. 2.
V. 1.:
Bit hot in here, Mind if I turn the heat down a bit?
I'm freezing.
That's because you don't have a coat on.
Neither do you.
I did. Before I took it off. Because it was hot.
I thought it was cold, personally.
Alright. But I find it a bit warm.
I'd've thought you'd find it cold after being out there.
In the warm.
Well, I'm not outside in the cold. I'm in here. In the hot.
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Robert Arletl
The last year ...and finally you take time to think. Your last chance
to do so many things that you've procrastinated doing for three years,
because something else always came up. You wonder . . . why did you rush
here so quickly-where time is closing in and you will have to leave
your happy, protected sanctum so very soon.
Yet, looking back . . . you'\^ learned to understand yourself/ust a little
better .
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. you've learned to be more understanding and sensitive to
others, many different kinds of "others.
"
Growing up in so many ways, but not in them all! Everyone thinks you're
ready now . . , that little piece of paper in May says so. Yet-you're still
unsure of where you're going . . . and what you want.
This summer
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. no longer fust an interim, it's a whole new beginning . .
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and it's frightening.
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The Majority
Clutching desperately to the bars of their cages
They bitch and tremble and with worried look gaze
At the magnificence of humans throughout the ages
And miss the significance of their own days.
All the while, I tremble deep within the shadows
Crying bitterly at the emptiness of our souls
Bound in the pitch of goodness as corruption flows
Listening silently as the evening bell tolls.
VloU;. PoJi«'
Perhaps the most recent captivating statement
that I have heard and consequently devoted
some thought to is that "nothing ever changes
but change itself. " To me, a major part of the
educational process involves individual devel-opment,
maturity and physical and emotional
changes. In the past three years I have
experienced these segments of the educational
process. I sometimes wonder why these
changes occur and. furthermore, what the
consequences of the changes will be.
I often feel that I will never truly be satisfied
with what I have achieved. There is always
something one step beyond where I stand.
There are other times, however—when I feel
like giving up and becoming a member of the
content masses. This feeling is outweighed on
all occasions after a period of thought and I
once again become involved.
Being a Black woman has a lot to do with my
changes . . . I guess everyone feels that he has
experienced unique changes, and I respect
these feelings, but I see the need for my
involvement in myself first. This attitude is
not meant to be interpreted as a selfish one,
but rather a realistic one. I can do no one any
good unless I am a ware of myself and my
values and goals as an individual. Being a
Black woman allows me to feel very much a
part of and yet. simultaneously alienated
from my present surroundings. It's really a
"trip. " Sometimes the journey seems endless
and other times it provides the best and most
enjoyous experiences in my life. I am con-stantly
being bombarded with new and di-verse
ideas, cultures, beliefs and ideologies of
worldly scholars who wish to inform and
perhaps endoctrinate fresh open minds. Being
aware of and experiencing these diverse
opmions is very much a part of me now.
Moreover, having been exposed and conse-quently
aware of these views, and having
undergone changes-both physical and
mental— I feel it most imperative to remember
past environments. I view this rememberance
of and reference to my past environment as
being the foundation for building me, regard-less
of the changes.
After fighting through three years of formulas and frustrations, of neatness
and order, of seemingly unrelated courses and of overly demanding teachers,
things changed about completely my senior year. Yet it wasn't so much the
teachers or courses that caused this change, as they were just as demanding
and particular as they were before, but it was my attitude that was
brightened, my confidence which was bolstered, and my feeling for the
subject that was finally developed by my being able to understand and
appreciate what had been fed and forced to me the years before.
What it was exactly that opened my eyes and made me so receptive is hard
to pinpoint and could not be one isolated event. It probably was in part due
to the exposure of the practical problems and applications of engineering
through field trips, slides and speaker programs. Having as wide and as
diverse background as I did it was a simple task to relate those frustrating
formulas and those unrelated courses to a particular problem or application.
It became more like a game than a requirement to complete a project, to go
on a field trip or to hear a speaker. However I believe it was also due to the
fact that we were urged to be more creative and so I began to look around to
see what had been done so far. Like the person who never notices the beauty
of nature around him, I had been blinded to the beauty of the buildings,
bridges, and projects that were existing about me. The beauty I could now
see was not only in the structure, but in its utility, the construction method
and materials, and its service to the commuity.
I was walking my way out of the maze and leaving with the knowledge that
remained hidden inside. The necessity for neatness and order had become a
habit and everything I had ever studied now made sense and had meaning.
But knowing as much as I do, I realize how little I know, and how far I have
to go. But all I have is sincere appreciation for those open-minded,
concerned individuals that helped me on my way.
The beginning.
Robert James MoTchkavitz
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The university contains and disseminates information about
almost every subject imaginable. Faas, theories, ideas,
beliefs—it spews out all of these in abundance. All kinds of
creeds and ideologies are welcome in the competition of its
intellectual marketplace.
Only one thing is anathema in the university: feelings. In the
academy, as w/ell as in most of the other venerated
institutions of the society, feelings are viewed as intruders.
They interfere—with the observation and presentation of
facts, with the smooth functioning of the dean's office, with
the writing of term papers. Feelings must not be allowed to
get in the way of important things. Objectivity is the order of
the day. Efficiency is to be preserved at all costs.
The problem with this is that feelings cannot be eliminated.
When repressed they crop up as neuroses and psychoses. Like
ghosts, they come back to haunt those who have tried to do
away with them.
The university teaches the student how to solve the problems
of the universe around him: how to build bridges, decorate
buildings, cure illnesses, reduce poverty. But it rarely gives
him even a clue as to how to deal with the more immediate
problems of his own psyche.
The university claims to offer a liberal education: to provide
its students with an understanding of how to live as well as
how to make a living. Of course this is hypocrisy since the
most basic element in living, the emotions, are almost totally
ignored.
But let us not bother with the insights of the humanist, since
it is often claimed that he is an anachronism in today's world.
Let us instead subject the university to the analysis of that
high priest of industrial society, the efficiency expert. Can
the university be said to be effecient in serving the society
when its products fall apart emotionally because of personal
problems swept under the rug, or perform at a fraction of
capacity as a result of unsolved inner conflicts which
consume most of their energy?
The university has the resources to help its students achieve a
minimal level of personality integration. Unlike most other
social institutions, the university is a community in which
most of its members act and interact intensively 24 hours a
day. The university has the knowledge and personnel
necessary to make this community function in a humane
way, and to treat its members as valuable individuals.
The competitiveness and social atomization prevalent in the
society have infiltrated the university and promoted the
"publish-or-perish" syndrome, impersonal and bureaucratic
regulations and requirements, indifference to the art of
teaching, and depersonalization of students, particularly
undergraduates. The academy must somehow find within
itself the courage to resist these sick trends. If the university
takes seriously its role as innovator, there is a desperate need
for it to begin deflecting the tendencies in society toward
alienation and social disintegration. It can best do this by
reforming itself.
G^ J^^U^
John Fitch
My medical training, although pragmatic in approach, in
my spiritual inclination to feel religious awe in facing' the marvels human body and ^ mind. One of the most deeply moving '*
^ JUS experiences I have ever had look place in the Delivery
Room of the Duke University Hospital, during my internship. I
had delivered a baby and was waiting for the placenta to separate
from the uterus and be expelled by it. Everything had gone well
with both mother and infant. One could now ser
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Shortly thereafter the pL
V and miracle of each step in the birth process, I looked
the window and saw the rays of the early morning i
illuminating the tower of the Duke University Chapel. A r
profound sense of the awareness and presence of the Holy overwhelmed
me. My mind's ear seemed to hear a voice: "Put off your shoes
from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground."
This religious awe has continued throughout my medical career.
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To observe others and be observed is my personal source of entertainment.
To consume food and more food is a favorite source of stimulation.
To experience as much as life has to offer and benefit from every experience-whether good or bad-is my constant quest.
To treat every person and situation with blatant honesty is my most adamant rule.
To help instill and renew in others their sense of confidence and self-worth is always my goal.
To overcome selfish motivations is my struggle.
To abandon myself to a good laugh makes me tingle.
To abandon myself to a good cry calms me.
To marvel at nature renews me.
To maintain my bond of family love is my joy.
To hold and be held by the one I love is my life.
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I've been in the academic profession, both as a teacher and a graduate student, about
eight years. For the most part I have been fairly successful but there have been moments
of frustration-which seem to come once a day, at least. But there are too few professions
where I mould feel as comfortable and fulfilled as I do in the academic world Nowhere
else would I have the opportunity for so much personal independence and so much
freedom to deal with ideas. Besides working with ideas, I also have the opportunity to
teach these ideas to students. I would like to teach students to appreciate the things of
the mind more sharply and to learn to think in a more sophisticated manner than they may
have before. Despite the fact that there are so many frustrations and so few jobs once you
finish graduate school, I believe I have chosen my profession wisely.
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THE GREAT MANDELLA
So I told him that he'd better
shut his mouth and do his job
People say, "Peter, why is it that you are trying to make a rr ^-,
re, "of your involvement in so-called causes and your music
The answer, of course, is a lor "
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i to folk music itself. But if I can
little vignette, 1 will do it now. Some ti ^- .
h in Washington, I was asked to do the music for a
Vietnamese war dead, that was attended by American
liform. Father Adrian and Sloan Koffin were there and it
s a very well-focused, very beautiful, event. Now at the time, I
didn't ... I had a sense of the massive feeling of the war and mv
involvement in it was as yours probably-amorphis and not
focused. But at the end of this concert they played "Taps," 1 n
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at's like showing us a Hallmark card, or something to m '
e middle of that a woman broke down and couldn't co
although everybody was filled with the austerity and tl"
ality and yet the hard-nosed understanding of what we ..^ ^
there. A woman started to sob, and that's all there were-these two
sounds, of the woman sobbing and 'Taps." She, of course, had '--'
" "ibody in the war, maybe a husband or a son. After the con
the rally, after the service, it was a Mass, a girl came up ti
ho was probably no older than most of you here and said, "Peter,
jr lives are connected, although you don't know it. My husband
died in Viet Nam and on his gravestone the words of The Great
Mandella' are inscribed." If you were the writer of that song and
she'd said it to you, you would carry that with you, and be different
because of it. It's not the only incident that has made me understand
": I'm not singing just songs, but that my life is connected to
; too, somehow; and I leave you with that thought which is so
) with me, and sing the song "The Great Mandella" and if you
feel like it, just sing softly in the chorus with me and think. When I
come back here, perhaps I will do a concert, or whatever, and it will
be no more real than this-there will be more instruments, other
nn hiiT it will be the same, if it can be the same, because
'.isten father, I will never kill another
jo think's he's better than his brothei
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ho brought him up right."
win or lose nuw. you must choose now
and if you lose, you're only losing you
Tell the jailor not to bother
' ' leal of bread and water today,
tyr-he thinks he's a prophet
what's that they're saying?
Kill the traitor, kill the traitor,
kill the traitor, kill the traitor,
kill the traitor, kill the traitor.
kill the traitor, KILL THE TRAITOR.
vin or lose now, you must choose
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Here lies a randomly selected student from whom some
shutterbugs have asked for a few words on where his head is at.
So let's take a look;
-Here we can see Confusion-a state of mind that seems to
have replaced those comfortable, small town attitudes
that ethics are absolute, rather than situational, and that
there are Good Guys (always including ourselves, of
course), whose characters are as impeccably unstained
as the white cowboy hats on their heads, and the Bad
Guys who, demented or brainwashed, have souls as
black as the hats and bandanas they wear. Today, seven
years after leaving that small town, he has trouble
believing anyone in a position of power, regardless
of the color of his hat. In this picture the student
happens to be reading Wounded Knee and finding it to be
yet another of the bewildering and often saddening
experiences that have confronted him since his arrival
at the university. When looking over these experiences
and seeing what a pathetic show it is-wars that won't end,
national policies that seem to best shortsighted or amoral,
social attitudes and mores with old hangups at their
foundations-he feels that assuming a state of anestesia,
one of knowing a panacea for the World's ills are the only
possible reactions.
Some selection, huh?
-With further examination, however, we can also see happiness in
this guy's head. Despite all of the crappy things going on
in the world, he loves being alive. Perhaps it's because not
much real crap (or grenades) gels thrown through the windows
of an ivory tower, but this student, lying leisurely under a tree
reading and soaking up rays, likes to think that it's the many
good things that can be found in amongst the bad-Love (especially
love) as well as good friends, new experiences and places and just
the opportunity to stick around to see what this zoo is all about
and where it's going make Life exciting and good. He's thankful
to have had the chance to live.
William K Reed
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y as before. I have grown a great deal older, in this Ut\
. Older, and. I hope, wiser, and-not exi '
t.1,, idinly, with no t half so much lightness in my spirits.
I have lost nothing worth keeping, nor which it was possible
to keep. Our first youth is of no value;
ious of it until it is gone. But sort... —
suspect, unless one is exceedingly unfortunate-there con
of second youth, gushing out of the heart's joy at being
in love; or, possibly, it may come to crown some other grand
festival in 'life, if any other such there be. This bemoaning of
one's self over the first careless, shallow
departed, and this profound happiness at youth regained-so
much deeper and richer than that we lost-are essential to the
soul's development. In some cases, the two states come
almost simultaneously, and mingle the sadness and the
rapture in one mysterious emotion.
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