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c’mon – keep up

19 Friday Jul 2019

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2019, 6*, acceptance, career, change, CPD, identity, measure, music, Pink Floyd, principle, reputation, system, teaching, wind

                c’mon – keep up

                I was a teacher
                I was sometimes
                very good, I cut edges;

                things changed,
                (they’d never
                 quite coalesced)

                I stuck to
                principle, fatal
                to behold,

                couldn’t shimmy
                with the wind (there
                was never a wall

                that created the
                draft) I was
                still, sometimes,

                very good,
                but things just
                changed –

                                ~ O —

                wazzat I hear,
                music, far away,
                can’t make it out:

                “I don’t need no reputation
                  I don’t need no CPD
                  no starkly standards by which to measure

                  system leave them selfs alone … … …
                  hey, system, leave yourself alone …
                  all in all I’m just another brick in the wall”

 

from Bodhisattvacharyavatara, VI, 90-93: [90] And as for praise and fame and status, these will not necessarily affect my life at all; they will not bring me virtue or recognition, they will not extend my life-span or give me strength or free me from sickness or even make me feel good.   [91] If I truly knew what was of benefit and import to my life, what value would I hold in pursuing such things?   If all I want is some nominal, transient mental entertainment, perhaps I should just indulgently devote myself to gaming and getting high and such.   [92] And yet if, in pursuit of fame, I squander everything I have or even get myself killed for some point of honour, of what use would be the mere sound of words to anyone?   Once I am dead, to whom, of all the people I knew, would they bring satisfaction?   Can you eat words as if they were flesh?   When I am dead, what comes of my honour?   [93] When their mud-houses (and sand-castles) collapse, children spontaneously burst out crying in despair and anguish; and, likewise, when my approbation and renown dry up, my own mind reacts just like a silly child.

 

 

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

acceptance wormhole: the mantra of Maitreya
career & change wormhole: Renunciation
identity wormhole: looking for the right exit
music wormhole: there will be ovations
teaching wormhole: my uncomfortable life
wind wormhole: the old man;

 

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just saying, is all VII: // `spolitical

21 Sunday May 2017

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2013, 4*, accountability, career, compromise, expertise, just saying, listening, managerialism, message, politics, principle, production, public service, responsibility, work

                just saying, is all VII:

                the drive to de-power the worker
                in public service; you cannot
                call-the-shots-because-you-are-an-expert
                … because you are the worker

                if you are calling the shots you must be
                a manager of some thing so that
                you can then be held accountable
                for the shots you call – kept on message.

                If You Are not a Manager you Cannot
                Call the Shots. Even if you are a genius;
                ‘take a responsibility, then we’ll listen
                to you’, I wouldn’t on the principle they

                wouldn’t listen to, they didn’t listen on the
                principle that I had no voice without responsibility
                compromise; de-experting workers
                is inexorable to production, in fact

`spolitical

 

 

 

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

career wormhole: wakeoutofadream
compromise wormhole: gone black
listening wormhole: within
managerialism wormhole: seen but not heard
politics wormhole: this sodden land
work wormhole: weight

 

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which is worse

12 Saturday Apr 2014

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2012, 4*, accountability, compromise, dialectic, dilemma, managerialism, practice, principle, teaching, thought

 

 

 

                                                                      which is worse

                                being held accountable
                                to a practice which
                                presumes a compromised thought

                                or being blanked from
                                the dialectic which would develop
                                a principled thought into practice

                or both?

 

 

 

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

compromise & managerialism & teaching wormhole: poessay VIII: / educational behaviourism
practice wormhole: prologue
thought wormhole: plethora: the Dark Knight Strikes Again (2002)

 

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compromised

08 Tuesday Oct 2013

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2012, 4*, accountability, compromise, identity, managerialism, outcome-led education, performance management, principle, recognition, role, society, teaching, work

 

 

 

                when you become accountable
                      recognised
                            appraised
                                  defined

                to the outcomes you produce
                      talented
                            successful
                                  promoted

                it is pointless to stick with principle
                      prevaricating
                            off-message
                                  ‘satisfactory’

                you inevitably have to manipulate
                      anonymous
                            presumptive
                                  compromised

 

 

 

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

compromise wormhole: Apologia
identity & society wormhole: the Schmuck and the Facilitators
managerialism wormhole: ‘but, Mark, what do you want …?’
performance management wormhole: Hartley’s Jam
teaching wormhole: every time ambition / breathes
work wormhole: we // walk

 

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… Mark; remember …

"... the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful; it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe to find ashes." ~ Annie Dillard

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