Let me see the postgraduates. Bring me to them.
I just want to see them. Frolicking. In the wild. Doing postgraduate things. Running free. Free range!
I want to bathe in postgraduates.
A single postgraduate is enough to explode the world. Is that right? And a whole cadre of them …? Harness that postgraduate energy, and …?
They’re not even postgraduates anymore. They’re part of no university. Except their own one.
They’ve entered some new space. They’re post-post graduates, or whatever. They’re post everything. Opening out to infinity. Just opening out and out.
Remember – they’re c. They’re something else now. They’ve interrupted their institutional studies indefinitely. They’re busy with something else now. With … studying without end. Inoperable study. Without project. Without measurable outcomes. Without purposes or plans. Freed up from all instrumentality. With no necessary relation to an end. Without any developmental teleology.
They’re studying without destination. They’ve freed themselves from testing, accreditation, from graduation ceremonies. They have no-one standing over them – no supervisors. No authority. No one officiating.
They’re in a perpetual state of suspension.
They’re experimenting with what they can do. With what they can be. That’s their delight, which is unfathomable to us.
They’re no longer what they learned to be. They no longer say what they learned to say.
They don’t feel any guilt about what they haven’t yet achieved. They don’t feel a sense of failure – unlike us. They don’t hanker after greatness – not like us.
They’re not about hope – in the future. They’re not about deferred gratification – about sacrificing the present for the future. They’re not waiting for happiness to arrive.
They’re always escaping. In perpetual parabasis. They’re always seeking an exit from the scene.
They’re students as not students. They’re postgraduates as not postgraduates.
It's an occupation of sorts. They go amongst us, these post postgraduates. They use the same library. They walk the same corridors. But they’re suspending the function of these places.
Never belonging to this world. Never wanting to be part of it.
The reality principle: they don’t know it. They haven’t been inducted into the present world. They never accepted it. Its terms and conditions.
They were never broken, as we were, by part time teaching.
Work in Progress 