Revisionism
Chalk on a blackboard.
Black, red, blue, green markers
on a white board.
Here comes the eraser.
The board is wiped clean,
or almost clean, figures,
letters, blurred, just about
ready for the next class.
This happens again and again.
What remains?
Notes in a student’s book?
Memories of a lesson
in tedious boredom,
the teacher droning on and on.
“Knowledge:
that which passes from my notes
to your notes,
without going through anyone’s head.”
Yesterday’s lessons:
dry dust of a doctoral thesis.
Revisionism:
“What color is the blackboard?”
“Last year, it was green, but
this year, the blackboard is white.”
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