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both modern and en-slaved / to life

16 Saturday Jun 2018

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2017, 6*, begging, exploitation, giving, Have, identity, life, market, modern slavery, pavement, poverty, Rome, society, streets, walls

                beggars placed disfigured
                either side of a pavement

                wept to the wall or knelt
                at the paviour; snatched up

                from somewhere the plastic
                cuts shut, (there

                to shame a thousand
                passing pardons each to weave

                themselves reassured
                with bonhomie on the next

                street corner, or sometimes maybe
                to ladder a little

                to give) exploited
                to within a width of their life

                making bruised a market
                of the will to Have

                both modern and en-slaved
                to life

 

there is a distinct type of beggar on the streets of Rome which I have not witnessed anywhere else in Europe (and only heard about in India); the legend among Romans is that injured and displaced people are rounded up from poorer areas in eastern Europe, promised medical care (which often leaves them disfigured – all the better to inspire sympathy) and shelter, and kept in very basic conditions on the outskirts of large cities in Italy and taxied in every day to earn their living; there are gangs of people who exploit these beggars in this way – modern slavery

 

 

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giving wormhole: skeins of candy pink and lilac
Have & society wormhole: amniotic avenue
identity & walls wormhole: I
life wormhole: letting them go
streets wormhole: breakfast

 

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growth

05 Thursday Apr 2018

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2016, 3*, abstract, brick, capitalism, civilisation, commerce, division, Eastbourne, exploitation, growth, identity, number, philanthropy, red, slum, society, tiles, time, zero

                redbrick high and
                tile-rounded turret

                ancient civilisation
                advanced according

                to climbing number
                compared to zero

                for abstract of finery
                and ideal of commerce

                with philanthropic swirl
                from slum outlands of

                growth

 

 

 

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capitalism wormhole: London refugee march – 120915
Eastbourne wormhole: and ‘naerrgh’ a mention of a seagull’s call
identity wormhole: animus rises – powieview #37
red wormhole: with all love released
society wormhole: frame
time wormhole: ‘when travelling astrally …’

 

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tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes

13 Sunday Jul 2014

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1960s, 2014, 7*, air, Allen Ginsberg, anxiety, beach, cafe, cars, earrings, earth, east, Eastbourne, eating, echo, economics, Eda, education, educational behaviourism, Edward Hopper, eggs, Eglinton Hill, Eiffel Tower, elastic bands, electric, elipse, elm, Eltham, emergence, Emma Peel, employment, emptiness, empty, endeavour, engine, Enlightenment, ennui, Eternity, Europe, evaluation, evening, evidence, exchange, existence, expectation, experience, exploitation, expression, eyebrow, eyes, faces, growth, Have, identity, journey, landscape, life, looking, pointlessness, school, society, sound, tag cloud poem, teaching, time, war

 

warwick cafe

 

 

while earrings twinkle
the earth turns inexorably
east

in all the cafés along Eastbourne front
eating happens with clak but no
echo

economics doesn’t explain it
all said Eda* but I didn’t understand her then or now
despite my education

despite the educational behaviourism
I teach in schools of tomorrow’s children creating
life as treacled as an Edward Hopper

look what happened to Ginsberg’s eggs!
the journey from Eglinton Hill
to the Eiffel Tower took ten years

by elastic band and is still incomplete
because the electric was not current,
but elipse, and no one factored that in

well, just look at the elm which
grows into the ground and
only in Eltham is the emergence apparent

and Emma Peel with a face like a plate
in permanent employment modelling different styles of emptiness
but stuck and empty herself within that very decade

I don’t know: the endeavour should never be
the engine because where would you get off
for the Enlightenment?

ennui the constant air of Eternity
drifting across landscape of Europe despite
scar and plenty

the evaluation has still not been made
no matter how late into evening you wait
the evidence will always peel and flake

the exchange will already look to the next
the existence will writhe on the Utah beaches
to tailor expectation like Emperor’s New Clothes

experience is common but not the denominator
exploitation works best when dressed as expression
with only a wisp of anxiety betrayed by an eyebrow

just look deep into anyone’s eyes

 

*Eda was someone I fell soppily in fatuation with during the first year of university, but I was so naïve I didn’t know what it was and didn’t know what to do with it; I still don’t now

 

 

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air & looking wormhole: on sitting / in front of / a hedge
anxiety & teaching wormhole: what I am about to say is true / what I just said was a lie
beach wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
cars wormhole: cold wind
Eastbourne & Dionne Warwick wormhole: promenade
echo wormhole: 1963
economics wormhole: 20th century
education wormhole: just saying, is all – III
Edward Hopper wormhole: Dr Strange #6-13
Eglinton Hill & evening wormhole: ‘“ruddy crows!” / said my Dad …’
Eiffel Tower wormhole: parc du Champ-de-Mars
emergence wormhole: vagued
emptiness & time wormhole: posture
evaluation wormhole: the View: from Here to the Learning Objective to the Learning Horizon
eyes wormhole: the Buddha head in an antique shop
faces wormhole: titanic
Ginsberg wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
Have & war wormhole: plethora: the Dark Knight Strikes Again (2002)
identity & life wormhole: letters to Mum I – a walk / and talk
pointlessness wormhole: first a mishap then clear vision
society wormhole: introducing / the stranger
sound wormhole: open window
tag cloud poem wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness

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Continuing / Professional / Development

19 Thursday Dec 2013

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2011, CPD, exploitation, managerialism, Mr Magoo, performance, professional development, teaching

 

 

 

                            Continuing
                            Professional
                            Development

                            Mr Magoo looked
                    straight into my eyes – myself and my work
                    all open and akimbo on the desk – and said
                            let us observe you to see
                            what you have to offer

                                                   … I’ve never felt so creeped-out before
                             and still cannot recognise any development
          in all this performance I have to make

 

 

 

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managerialism wormhole: management and managerialism
performance wormhole: teaching performance
teaching wormhole: the fall of the curtains / folded on the desktop / and the constant / wondering of airliners

 

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Structural Time

17 Sunday Nov 2013

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exploitation, investment, Kafkaesque, managerialism, resource

Provision of creative, purposeful, stimulating and organized homework would be something beautiful to see happening.   Nurturing gifted and high ability pupils so that they reach as far beyond and as far wide of the curriculum as their minds will allow is a dream which quickens every teacher’s wistful daydream.   Assessment for Learning which is clear and ‘right’-enough to communicate so that both teachers and pupils can drive would have them sitting, revving the engine.   Cohesive, resourced and creative planning of courses at each key stage should make an education structure which is as alive as the pupils who move through it.   Even a National Curriculum of equality, opportunity and an experience of clear development should give all children the ‘best years of their life’.

But none of this does, or ever will, happen simply because it is being put into place without any proper investment of time.   Not extra time, not paid time, but structural time which sees a reduction of a full teaching timetable to allow the value-added elements of homework, differentiation, assessment and planning to grow holistically rather than modified genetically.   Without structurally-integrated time all of this education development is grafted on to teaching, it feeds on the basic organism, it grows bigger and bigger, but doesn’t become part of it.   It becomes more and more difficult to move about – a jellied mass growing off our back which lurches the other way every time we want to make a turn.

In years to come we will wake up to find that we are a giant insect…

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resource wormhole: Resource

 

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