Monthly Archives: December 2010

R-Evolution

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So you say you want a revolution?

Prove it.
Prove what you are..

..are you a man or a mouse?
A student, or rodent?

We have been revolting
for too long, by our own intoxication.
Puking, rebuking, flunking
THUNK
We fall.
We are revolting,
disgustingly
discussing.

It’s time.

Re-claim the night,
re-claim the day
re-claim what is ours.
You want a revolution? Then start the re-evolution.
Show them it’s not just Education
they are cutting down.
They are putting us down..
Stop going to the pub. Stop eating out.
Stop going to the cinema. Stop going to the club.
Bowling, Pool, Gym, Shop.
Stop. Stop. Stop. STOP.

Step-up, onto the podium
speak from the mess
to the mass

Celebrate!
Cerebrate creatures
will understand
as you up-stand.

Stand-up, sit-in, sleep in.
Discuss over a pint, let’s go for drinks.
We’ll create slogans over sloe gins.
Our banter will produce banners.

But where is the education?

Open the doors! A Really Open University.
Drafting essays and papers
Lectures in the cold, seminars on the steps,
the draught does not enter through the door.
For the door is ajar.

Open the roofs!
And shout our civilised YAWP
(barbaric no longer)
over the noise of the traffic.
Let the knowledge flow
Let it seep in
Let it fly free
Let it be increased
ET AUGEBITUR SCIENTIA!
A cry forgotten, by University itself.
We have a tower now.
A new order, a new time.

A new white tower, to replace the ivory.
A new clock, tock-tock-tock
ticking boxes off.
In the multiple choice quiz
that is the new degree.

‘Please lean forward
at ninety degrees.
It won’t hurt
I promise,
we’re good at this by now’

It’s time.
Crack the clock to pieces.
Blow the roofs off.
Tear the tower down

We will make it shudder
Through the words we’ll stutter, for
Eloquence is lost, with rhetoric and form
Inform everyone, open the shutter
the venetian blind.

OPEN
YOUR
EYES

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Winter walk

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Misty mornings     make one cold
when the weather,    windy again
dries the drops     of dew and.. damn
it’s cold, cold I     cry. A cold
snap! It snows,     snailing flakes
of white, water’s     wintry form.

Surely sheets of     shimmering white
won’t thaw. This night     of thistle.. no! Mistle-
toe, when two will     touch their lips and
kiss, as Christmas     comes this winter.

I stop my stream     of steaming thoughts
and walk my way     to work. Oh damn
I cry, I echo     my call. That day
is far, too far     but fear I don’t:

My thoughts will thaw    this thinning ice.

(With thanks to HL)