Susie,

I am SO very excited that you have expressed your perceptions in such depth and sensitivity of 
engagement with the whole question of living standards of judgement and standards of living 
judgement that we needed as a community.  I feel now that it was after all worth posting to this 
list and risking repression of my well intentioned challenges. Such fertile layers interconnecting in 
your posting that enthrall me! I am looking forward with joyful anticipation to responding to you.

Your posting evoked a response in me that is beyond expression as a linear analysis - at least at 
present!  I think in images, bright lines entwining and enticing one another to network and evolve. 
My reflections about how and what you have written need time and space to mature into my words 
but I would like to share with you a surge of poetic creativity that your posting has evoked in me:

So in a soaring and sore-ing embrace of my academic freedom I offer you this with absolutely no 
intention to blame or offend but in a passionate need to express how I feel and felt about events:
Inspired by Gerard Manley Hopkins 'The Windhover' and Prevert's haunting 'Dejeuner du Matin' ...
and warmly enlivened with a caring midwifery offered by Mohsen's metaphors and Alan's imagery;

(Still?) Burning at the Stake:

I drew together my knowing as an educator within the intimacy of a levered file,
Hard, steel-glanced burnished bindings encircled and constrained my embodiment. 
My knowing resisted, my poetic enthrillments trailing reluctantly to be yet confined,
Easing aside the bare enwrapping binds and appealing to be engaged with creatively;

Ideas jived and mellowdeed, interrogating one another with living-actioning excitement 
Jostling for examination in chaptered order and subsectioned regimentation as required
Subsection H1.4.9; University regulations pertaining to Staff Mode B assessment (1995)
Offering on the reflective altar of living theory a key to unfasten the gateway to my world;

Reapered unfastenings of insight garnered in encountering wealthed educational landscapes
Thirty something years raptured and enraptured by what it meant and means to me ... to Be.
Multi-media-d and entext'd, I chose conduits in which to share my knowing and invite more 
To communicate and explicate en-truths of my living-loving-dyamic and philosophising 'I".

The How of Knowing embodied in the careful explication of the movements of each chapter
The What alongside the How of Being a professional educator nurturing (my?) Courage to Be
Content and presentation enmeshed, en-networked in a reflective expression of my integrity
Epistemologised ontology and ontologised epistemology. Oh Joy in creating this accounting!

I placed my file between their hands
Offering my heart within its embrace
Trusting that the passionate seeking
For understanding
Of
What it is to be and mean to be
How it is to be and mean to be
In being I-We-Me-Us
Would entice their learning too -
Join me? Meet minds with me? In my knowing envisioned-I
That we might dance together close breasted open hearted
Unfolding yet more knowing of how-what it is to be ALIVE?

They summarily inspected my file, at a distance with dis-passion
Skimming my Being with dismbodied Eye-not-I and pronounced
My sentence. As yet not quite deathnelled in viva voced formality
That file is ME-I yet pleaded i beyond words My mind-child! SEE?

They placed my file on the Academic pyre,
They incinerated my words and thoughts,
Tearing me limb from limb yet screaming,
Dumbed by the convention and procedure.

Phoenix-enheartened I spread my wings to fly,
Circling the carnage I watched the vultures pick 
At my words, my images and extract their clippings
To bolster uncertain egos and satisfy craving entrails

The cruelty of the scene lulled by landscape's beauty -
The stench of their murder lingering on their hands -

Shall I fan these embers and regenerate among them?
Shall I draw my being from these dying flames and swoop
To take their side in their ignorance and stupid complicities?
 If so - for whom? For them? Do I nurture yet this courage to BE?

One eye to heaven's stark encrystalled azured splendour, I hover -
One eye chameleoned to the braying crowd below, undecided yet -
So much I-me unknown, unexplored, unknowing, needing communal
Minds embracing the lure of learning how to heal our raped humanity.  

But wait ..

Decide yet not irrevocably

I observe...

Open hearted and welcoming within that crowd they stand unbowed
Join us! Stay amongst us that we might converse and jazz excitedly?

Yet alongside

The unfaced-defacing Panel is deliberating - what is it they now scribe?

Trusting skyward ...

According to this University's Academic Regulations Subsection H1.5.07
Phoenices are not and shall not be permitted to
Regenerate on designated University Property
(This Regulation as yet subject to ratification by this University's Senate)