CLXXV

Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

My friend Mike Bauman is the greatest living practitioner of the Socratic Method on the planet, bar none—as many of his terrorized students will attest.  #Hillsdale  #SummitSemester

Michael Bauman

Michael Bauman

THE SOCRATIC METHOD AT WORK:

Michael Bauman Teaching Milton

“The first rule: Don’t trust anything I say

(I might be speaking for the Enemy),

But when Truth calls to you, you must obey.”

The student body shuddered in dismay,

With pens arrested in mid-note, to see

The first rule:  “Don’t trust anything I say.”

“For there is Truth, though narrow is the Way,

And few that find it.”  (But they will be free

If, when Truth calls to them, they just obey.)

“Do you think that, or is it just O. K.

Because I said it?”  This, persistently.

The first rule: “Don’t trust anything I say.”

“And what is Truth?  And what the Good?  To play

The game, you have to know the rules—the key—

So when Truth calls to you, you can obey.”

His every wink and word was to convey

The simple skill of doubting faithfully.

The first rule:  “Don’t trust anything I say,

But when Truth calls to you, you must obey.”

Donald T. Williams, PhD

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, from Square Halo Books!

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About gandalf30598

Theologian, philosopher, poet, and critic; minister of the Gospel who makes his living by teaching medieval and renaissance literature; dual citizen of Narnia and Middle Earth.

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