GUIDES AND WISE ONES
Yet newly minted
Spirit sets sail once again
Fresh canvas, same wind
THE MAGICAL ACT
Teaching is love
Which is to give
…..the space to breathe
…..asking nothing in return
Teach me to love
…..and teach in my turn
Paying back to the spirit of man
To teach us
TEACHING, LEARNING AND INTUITION
You asked me last Thursday, or as I recall it
To “Please e-mail me with a gentle reminder”
Yet, for reasons not really worth recounting
It has taken me a couple of days to do this
And this has allowed me to pad out my e-mail
With a couple of videos I think will interest you
Plus an article on the castration of education
So clearly the delay was in some way important
A SEASON IN EDGE HILL
Self-important piddling patchwork college,
peddling half-regurgitated rote knowledge;
chiselling chaste gems into brute ashlar;
live surging forest stripped for lumber cash.
All of a piece: “Sit down, don’t rock the boat”.
Sing up: “Graded brains keep us in power”.
You know the drill. “Do keep up at the back!”
“Hands up if you know the answer.” “Miss!” “Sir!”
Meaninglesswhile in the college canteen
(“Starved a lot, blah, blah”; cabbage days again)
running dogs and other wage slaves drivel,
drone, mimic windmills uncomprehending,
grinning at their own expense, face polished
shiny, shiny, aloof, above all that,
admiring Handsome in smooth-tongued mirrors,
accolading lucky fortunate one.
What can I say? A dickens of a place.
Lancashire’s tundra; bleak without the house.
Overgenerous to call if half-life
One man arrived and only stayed for tea …
A page of personal history.