Showing posts with label inclusion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inclusion. Show all posts

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Darkness that binds us.



"And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us."

Pablo Neruda

Alone Together.

The door slammed.
She had left.  


Alone together. 
Sole babe in arms.
A barmy night, 
Window open wide.


Gaze up at stars.
Quiet now, in awe.

Owl hoots.
Startled, 
Turns to me.

"Oooh"

With his lips.

Wonder.

Love.

Loss.

Aches.

 In my body.


Enlightenment.


"Nothing can dim the light which shines from within."

Maya Angelou.


Enlightenment

We called ourselves "enlightened".  

God, was Jesus "enlightened"?

We became fishers of men.

We caught them in our net.

They walked on water.

We sailed the boat.


Inclusion.

I think of stories of inclusion. 
I feel suspicious. 
I wonder why.  
I go and think in pictures.

Go figure.
Go wonder. 



We are forever longing for being a part of a whole.

We were whole.
Then we are born.

Conception, one, two, four, cells, subdivide and multiply.

Skin.

Illusions of separation, identification, of being apart.

Storybound, story bound, history bound, bone bound, dust bound.

Be suspicious of inclusion.

Be open to change.

Love is not to possess, it is to be open to loss.

The unenlightened?





The unenlightened?






The unenlightened?





The unenlightened?






Open education?


Refine, define, define the terms, the licence, the rights.

Who belongs, who is apart.

Fill space.

Draw lines, write words.

KNOWLEGE.

Enclose field.


EXPERT.


NOW LEDGER.


FREE DOM I NATION.


Englightenment untruth.

Post truth.

Unravel power.

Untravel story.

Unravel ego.

Post haste.

Open education resources.
Detritus.
Detritruth.

Apple for the Toothless.

A gift economy.

Uber fuck.

Hasta fascista baby.

Open education values?





Open education values?




Open education values?



Open education values?

Open education values?

Let us not share our enlightenment.

Let us share the darkness that binds us.

Facts lie! Post truth! 

"Poetry 
melts my bones.
enters my blood.

and changes 
its composition."

Sanober Khan




"Night is purer than day; 
it is better for thinking and loving 
and dreaming.

At night everything is more
intense, more true.

The echo of words that have 
been spoken during the day
takes on a new and deeper 
meaning."

Elie Wiesel.



Friday, June 26, 2015

Ugly duckling.


You're not going to play with us, you're useless (or words or other signs to that exclusionary effect).

I was rather upset. 

I moved on feeling lonely and unloved.

OMG, they all know each other.
OMG, they are using savant lexus.
OMG, they are so creative.
OMG, they are speaking a language I don't understand.
OMG, and so on ad infinitum.

How do we enable others to see our vulnerability beneath the scary veneer?

How do we enable others to see that we do care?

How do we enable others to dare to take a step towards us?

How do we level the playing field a bit so that we are all in a position of newbies?

On reading Maha's piece here http://blog.mahabali.me/blog/pedagogy/inevitable-exclusion-symbols-hashtags-and-networked-spaces/ on exclusion, I think she is right to direct our attention to a reality.

People don't necessary have to get on to enjoy time in a common space, though it helps, but the tension might also encourage creative explorations...

Ah, that reminds me of a birthday party.

http://tachesdesens.blogspot.fr/2015/04/a-birthday-party.html

Now I would like to think about how to enable ourselves to differentiate signals of others in our networks on and offline.

I want to be alone.

I am just looking.

I need help.

I don't want to disturb but I want to play.

I want to overcome my own negative labelling of myself. (I am not creative, I am not competent, I am shy and that's bad etc)

I want to play only by nurturing others.

I want to play doing scary stuff but it's to show you it's not as scary as it looks.