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between

02 Saturday Feb 2019

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2018, 5*, ambition, being, between, birth, career, doing, eyes, growth, justice, living, practice, reference, Salinger, Sartre, speech, study, teaching

                                                                                                between

                                there’s something not right about all this
                                the mismatch between what is said and

                                the delay of their eyes, between justice
                                and making living, the ‘bad faith’ and

                                the ‘phoniness’, the study and the reference,
                                the practice and the ambition, the birth

                                and the growth, the teaching and
                                the career – leaves you betwixt

                if you’re at all
                lucky

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being wormhole: Fishermen at Sea, 1796
career wormhole: how to teach
doing wormhole: on facing the Have
eye wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – pageant of the trees
justice wormhole: London refugee march – 120915
living wormhole: Victorian pipework
practice wormhole: to arms, then;
speech wormhole: somehow
study & teaching wormhole: coterminalism – there is nothing happens by itself, / 070118

 

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London refugee march – 120915

18 Monday Dec 2017

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2015, 5*, architecture, balcony, buildings, capitalism, denial, dog, economics, freedom, global, justice, London, migration, people, Picadilly, politics, power, protesting, railings, refugees, roads, sound, stucco, sun

London refugee march – 120915

                                                there are
                                no economic migrants
                within global capitalism
only refugees

                                                you can’t have
                                a free market without fair-dom
                freedom for the mass
is individual

                the dog
                calmly
                sniffed
                this bit
                of road
                that bit
                below the
                plackards
                and the
                whistles
                on a lead
                past the

just too beautiful
                railings and balconies and
                                stucco of Picadilly, sun on the sides showing
                                                all the finial of denial

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

buildings wormhole: glide
capitalism & London wormhole: place
dog wormhole: slightly / uphill
economics wormhole: tag cloud poem IX – haiku is awkward / the more that is left in / like uncombed hair
justice wormhole: listen willya
people wormhole: passing
politics wormhole: just saying, is all VII: // `spolitical
power wormhole: I turn to wake up
roads wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
sound wormhole: om muni muni maha muniye soha
sun wormhole: city streets

 

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listen willya

05 Tuesday Jul 2016

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2012, 7*, allowing, anxiety, budget, buildings, business, care, communication, consumerism, creativity, David Cameron, education, evaluation, exploration, extension, flag, Have, history, inclusion, innovation, investment, justice, knowledge, learning, lesson, life, listening, love, management, Margaret Thatcher, market, money, nurture, ownership, politics, privatisation, professionalism, prospect, public service, public service cuts, reform, slogans, society, speech, statistics, status, talking, teaching, time, tolerance, Tony Blair, understanding, value-bled education, value-led education, values, vision, wisdom

                                listen willya

                David Cameron, Tony stupid Blair, Margaret bloody Thatcher,
                and all your snivelling Secretaries of Career, and learn this, now –

                                                   don’t go!__
                                business ) education

                you’ve created a RIGHT MESS trying to make it go
                and you’ve spent a QUARTER CENTURY trying to make it go

                trying to work it out with long division, taking everything apart
                to make it go; it just has no value anymore

                nothing has any value anymore, no one cares anymore, we are
                all just anxious; dy’know

                you said KUE* every lesson, I said don’t be so silly,
                I spent five years making it work, I said I’ve made it work

                you said don’t be so silly – it doesn’t influence the statistics;
                I have to go to school now and pretend I’m a professional

                in all sorts of ways to make it look like it goes,
                but it just doesn’t; y’know we’re going to have

                to start all over again if we want anything like education in society again,
                right back to the drawing board; and no history; let’s see –

                                                           _creativity_
                                              nurture ) education

                                               exploration_
                                listening ) education

                                                          _wisdom__
                                              tenure ) education

                           _inclusion_
                vision ) education

                                                                    _innovation_
                                              management ) education

                                                    _extension_
                                exploration ) education

                                 _allowing_
                creativity ) education

                                                            _tolerance_
                                              wisdom ) education

                                                       ___love___
                                              care ) education

                                   _prospect_
                investment ) education

                                        __justice_
                                love ) education

                oh I could go on and on; and – no offence – but stuff your statistics
                and your statuses and your budgets and your slogans

                and your privatisation and your reform, screw them up
                into one huge ball and throw them

                in the bin, and let’s just have some
                honest communication now; you, all of you, went wrong

                as soon as you thought that public service should be value for money,
                (should save money, should make money), but no –

                                               ___don’t go!___
                                business ) public service

                a society that is alive, and rugged, makes money
                to build public service, not own it, to run public service,

                not demand of it, gives service to the public, not a market,
                gives life to society, not just consuming it

                you lot don’t know the first thing about big society, none of you,
                public service should absorb money, it should be

                soaked with money, it should lose money: the only reason
                money should exist is for public service,

                because the service it gives is always far more important
                than a big building and a flag;

                so, stop playing your endless games of balance and measure –
                you’re wasting far too much human –

                and start saying something alive, start doing something truthful;
                c’mon now, you look ridiculous

 

* Knowledge Understanding Evaluation

                                                   don’t go!__
                                business ) education

it might well be that the above format won’t make any sense if you are anywhere under the age of 45: it is the revered and ancient way of setting out division calculations in Mathematics; it ‘reads’, “business [divided into] education [=] don’t go”, where you might more readily have “5 [divided into] 60 [=] 12” … the result appears ‘on top’, leaving the space below to do the working out of long division (“17 [divided into] 43.6299 [=] 2.56646470588”; ‘show your working-out, boy’ thwackk)

I first wrote this in 2012 when there was industrial action over teachers’ pay and conditions – just about the time I started completely losing my emotional marbles at work; I have slightly reconfigured the piece and re-posted it on the day that the NUT is taking industrial action over teachers’ workload, pay and budget cuts: what does the government respond: ‘we are spending more than ever on education’!? … ‘show your working-out, girl’ thwackk!!!

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

allowing wormhole: need
anxiety wormhole: what I am about to say is true / what I just said was a lie
buildings wormhole: the policies came to nothing
communication & politics wormhole: B le tch l ey P ark
creativity & life & love & society & teaching & time wormhole: ashramas
education wormhole: the coming of ‘The Boats of Vallisneria’ by Michael J. Redford
evaluation & understanding wormhole: the Apple
Have wormhole: Jericho
history wormhole: currency of generations
justice wormhole: dedication
knowledge wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – introdepthion
learning wormhole: aghh – we’ve been infected / it’s spreading through the system / we’re losing our files … / it’s taken out the processor … / I, I can’t open with this program anymore … / it’s scanning me – / I’ve got to buy a Virus Protection Program / from it …
listening wormhole: plop!
management wormhole: dry rot
money wormhole: tired
professionalism wormhole: dash
speech wormhole: a crack of lightning / in the dark of night
talking wormhole: “Darling” – poewieview #28
value-led education wormhole: Totnes
values wormhole: Dear Sir/Madam,

 

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dedication

07 Tuesday Jul 2015

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2013, being, dedication, justice, letting go, openness, others, release, thinking, true nature

 

 

 

                                   dedication

                                   may I not try to teach
                                   and certainly not preach
                                   the most subtle trick of

                                   release from all thought
                                   that reaches for justice
                                   wherever you may be

                                   but rather let true nature
                                   be the open hand that
                                   holds what just is

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being wormhole: corner of Plum Lane / Eglinton Hill and / Shrewsbury Lane
dedication wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
justice wormhole: the pocket
letting go wormhole: travelling
openness wormhole: “King …”
others wormhole: my life / of others
thinking wormhole: for goodness’ sake

 

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the pocket

03 Saturday May 2014

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2013, 5*, attention, awareness, being, doing, experience, identity, justice, living, love, openness, pocket, relaxing, talking to myself

 

 

 

                      waking up to being aware as I wake
                           not too much not too little
                      learning to slip the hand into
                           the pocket now I know where it is
                      there is so much of my living
                           where I have been absent

                           so much

                      attention is effortless, it just is …
                           never striving for justice HA!
                      it is sufficient to what is experienced
                           if only I knew it
                      if only I didn’t spin around it
                           one way the other
                           sometimes ahead

                           mostly detached

                      practise it at work – simply being
                           simply doing
                           humbly doing it
                           sufficient unto its own glory
                           and dignity
                                only
                      to slip into it – like a pocket – through
                           colour sound movement comparison
                      to relax into it gently
                           with openness and candour and love
                                be it what I may

 

 

 

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attention & living wormhole: ‘til death do us part
awareness wormhole: the en-gentled / end of a wan / writing retreat
being & doing wormhole: silent crash // … / after all
experience wormhole: Child of Illusion
identity wormhole: what I am about to say is true / what I just said was a lie
justice wormhole: gulp // spout // and recede
love wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
openness wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
talking to myself wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely

 

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gulp // spout // and recede

19 Friday Jul 2013

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2011, 5*, acceptance, flow, justice, letting go, living, release, talking to myself, whale

 

 

 

                           gulp

                                          do not react
                                                     fight
                                                     complain anything that is wrong

                                          just swallow down
            the best thing I can do

                                                     but
                                          I haven’t been kind to myself
                                          I have swallowed
                                                     so
                                                     much
                                          I feel like a whale …

                           … then spout

                                          dive
                           revolve with the water
                                                     and recede
                                          without effort or gain

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

acceptance wormhole: in between
flow wormhole: unspectacularly / unexpectantly / undulatingly
letting go & talking to myself wormhole: what?
living wormhole: some steps
whale wormhole: chrysalissing

 

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just what

15 Saturday Jun 2013

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2011, 6*, compromise, justice, politics, society, work, writing

 

 

 

                                all of a
                     decade it wasn’t clear
                                anymore

                                instead of
                     working hard at what you do
                                you had to

                                adapt
                     to how things are these days,
                                forget

                                principle,
                     too inefficient not needed;
                                but

                                just what

                                is more important –
                     fighting for justice in a terminal world
                                or writing

                                about it?

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

compromise & politics wormholes: babble
justice wormhole: there is
politics wormhole: poetry
work wormhole: a bit painful this
writing wormhole: dance

 

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there is

24 Wednesday Oct 2012

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2010, 4*, acceptance, identity, justice, teaching, wind

 

 

 

                                          there is

                                no justice in the world
                                everything happens
                                for its own reasons
                                          like wind

                                          the winds
                                blow themselves in all
                                ways I am not defined by the
                                wind and neither can I rely
                                on the wind and

                                          I am not
                                wind I am what I are my
                                          values just is
                                          not justice

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

acceptance wormhole: so much
identity wormhole: journal // then // sit
teaching wormhole: the spectre
wind wormhole: write / by the / night / of the / lamp

 

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