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The Magical Act

THE MAGICAL ACT

Teaching is love
Which is to give
…..the space to breathe
To feed
…..asking nothing in return

Teach me
Love me
Teach me to love
…..and teach in my turn
Paying back to the spirit of man

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Nothink

NOTHINK

Our brothers
And sisters
Took turns
Attacking us

To teach us
There is
Nothink
To defend

Reliance

RELIANCE

Seeking for guidance
Found a voice not an echo
A good place to start

Mr Martin

MR MARTIN

At times I envision us
Preachers, side by side
Restating the obvious

In the forlorn hope
Our words might reach
Ears beyond the choir

Teaching, Learning And Intuition

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

Pedantry

PEDANTRY

He is a pedant
A shame that he couldn’t have
Taught himself better

Father And Son

A Season In Edge Hill (Repost)

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 …

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A page of personal history.

Contemporary Education

Once upon a time (and not that too long ago) education could be about exploration. These days it seems to be more about regurgitation. I remember as a trainee teacher testing a class on their understanding of American history. One of the questions I put on the card (back before it all became multichoice; all answers preinjected) was ” What is Peter Stuyvesant famous for?” I was expecting anyone in the class who had read the text to say something along the lines of “He founded New York”. After all, that’s what the text book said. One girl wrote, “Swindling Indians”. I marked it as Correct + Excellent. I can’t see that happening these days somehow.

Lessons

LESSONS

We are not always
Comfortable (yet, at least)
With our new wisdom

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