TENURE LOVE STORY

What made allof this possible was the day job which gave her the money necessary to custom make components for the computer generated technology and appartus installed with decication to (his) instructions and (his) needs,(his) chemistry...Components which would electronically,magnetically, sonically, weightlessly and technologically draw him to her.Seven metals and precious stones meticuously/geometricallyreplaced the room's original walls, floor and ceiling, now tiledin repetitive one inchpanels of gold then silver, the copper, then diamond dust,the hematite,then crystal,the garnets...jewels too precious to list and some not even named in the element chart.Inside the roof,a mechanized device which responded via computer to a voice commmand,somewhat like the clap on and two claps offlamp for the disabled, opened when he arrived and the only object recognizable as furniture was a silver-slab platformtable, edged with touch sensitive lasers.So playing along with the intriciies of the day-to-day job was just that, a drama which provided the anonymity and funds necessary to establish an appropriate and functional headquarters for DESIRELESSNESS.That was the only rule, suggestion, command,vow and committment;the interaction must be desireless.For the new paradigm visioned an almost medicinal,scientific,energetic transmission which lookedlike this:When she entered their meeting place and lay down, her DNA, her 22 feet of intestines,her 64 joints, her 203 bones,her 7 pints of blood,her 12 pairs of ribs, her 4 heart chambers, her miles of veins, her 35 vertebrae and nine body openings seemed irrelevant. Conversely they became sensitized, self generating transformers, virtually impersonal cyborged and ecstatically magnetized appendanges magnetized by mutualitiy, merging into an endless, tireless, limitless,timeless ONE!And so with absolute generosity,beyond expectation and committment yest with relaible precesion,(he)appeared, exchanged and departed at dawn.And she, telling noone,continued the theatre of her academic teaching life, packed the whole installation into the moving van so that she could reinvent it in her upstate NY loft/studio when tenure was not forthcoming,much to the discomfort of United Movers who accused her of being a metal sculptress.And she left town in mock tears, acting as if it really mattered,trying to make it seem as if she would be eternally bothered by the lack of trust the administration had in her unique perspective and unusual, to say the least, teaching style;continuing for years to leave clues that she cared, was human and needed the university for status or happiness.Leaving paper trails wherever she went, she published writings in the journals of her field,indicating that she was truly interested in and dependent on the intricacies of impermanence.