Showing posts with label perception. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perception. Show all posts

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Colander & condensation.



Blurring vision, veils of pitter patter, I turn inwards, envelopped in an armchair.

I stare at myself through pages turned.

I can not quite fathom the distance.

My vision is blurred by this present.

Any past of mine is already mist.

This is not a timeline. 

I am a mesh of memory, mood and marginalia.

Give me something solid to hang onto, goddam it.

All I see is condensation.

I draw out an ephemeral name.

Ensor, Condensor, Condensation...

That's it! I am bloody mist!

Goddam it, this is hardly reassuring.

A year stretches out through pages turned.

Is this a diary?

Are dates my coordinates?

I think not.

This is not a timeline.

It is a colander for the rain.


Footnote. 

I am a new man.

Colander...so that is what it was all along.

That thing, that thing in the kitchen drawer.

I shall not die colander ignorant.

Image credit

http://quiet-kingdom.tumblr.com/post/72650603401




Wednesday, August 12, 2015

A letter to the editor.




A faithful and very ancient newspaper reader bemoans.


Dear Sir/(Madam/Other)

I am writing to complain about what I consider to be an unfortunate erosion of values under your watch.

I am sending this by (paper plane) airmail for fear that snail-mail will be a dud.

The Royal Mail is a b. disgrace.

Colour!

Faithful reader of your publication over the last one hundred and fifty years, I have noticed a growing dependence on colour and sensationalism, and news (if that is what one must call it) coming from what appears to be overseas.

Talking of colour, have you started to employ writers from the colonies as some economy  measure or have you dreamed up some new-fangled (ill-considered) scheme to export your (our) daily broadsheet abroad in order to pick up a few cheap readers?

It is a b. disgrace!!

What ever happened to our place in our Commonwealth???

It has become increasingly difficult to find your (our) paper in the diminishing (disappearing) number of reputable newsagents.

More and more people are suggesting that I bite the bullet and go 'digital.'

HA! BROADSHEET!!

What must a man do now if he wants to protect his bald pate from the mid-day sun?



Hold up a bloody iPad?

YOU seem to have forgotten the importance of a BROADSHEET for an Englishman's afternoon nap.

Have you never been to a test match!

Have you never spent a day on Frinton-on-sea greensward in mid-July?

I am told that I will be able to buy, nay 'have' a constantly updated version of the publication 'online'!!

What the hell is that about?  

Am I to radiate myself with one of those light boxes that I hear commuters now glue their eyes to?

How am I supposed to hide my proud carriage grimace behind a five-inch rectangle?

How am I supposed to avoid speaking to my better half at breakfast behind a five-inch rectangle?

How am I supposed to light a fire with a bloody piece of aluminium and glass and plastic and various bits of toxic handmedowns?

Have you lost hold of your senses man (woman/other)?

Furthermore, moreover, and what is also the case:

Subeditors.

I buy a newspaper to inform me at reasonable intervals of what a trained and trusted group of professional journalists consider to be an essential synthesis of our nation's days events; not to give me a bloody running commentary on some ruddy American football match.

What the hell is American Football???

Quality, a quality broadsheet that is what I deemed to buy.

Quantity, or frequency dear chap (madam/other) is no compensation for weak quality!

Furthermore, moreover, and what is also the case:

What do I care about a horde of shabby migrants vagrants queuing up in Calais to invade the home counties?

What do we have the armed forces for?

Chat-show!

The other day, there was even some 'LIVE CHAT' ladida with some obscure FRENCH actress.

Juliet Binwash or something.

What are you thinking of?

What will my better half think when she sees me tapping up some floosy over my kippers?

British standards.

Might I add, I even had the shock and disappointment not to have any reading matter to accompany my cod, chips and mushy peas the other day.

While the meal was wholesome enough (no thanks to you!!), it was wrapped in an offwhite piece of blank paper and with the grease held in some sort of plastic carton.

Whatever happened to the Fleetwood Gazette NEWSPAPER which wrapped it before???

I understand that half the bloody press is now owned by some vulgar pom basher from down under.

Well frankly, is that any wonder if these are your standards.

Yours, frankly

Disgusted from Frinton.


PS. digital like digitalis is toxic!



Footnote.

Disgusted from Frinton unfortunately featured in this week's online obituary column.

He/She/Other will be greatly missed by a few selected mourners.

No flowers please.



Saturday, September 13, 2014

Rough field notes. Inklings of hope.

Field notes 

(I suppose this is part of what has been described as autoethnography - experts comments please)

Introduction
I shall attempt to change tack for this moment (perhaps this will continue? I don't know) in my writing in this space 'Touches of Sense".


It has served its purpose very well as a personal tool of research. I shall come back to this point.


I do not know in what forms this research will continue from now on. These are remains to be seen :-)

There is little doubt, however that I feel the need to take stock of my experience.

I would also here, like to share my questions and my lines of reflection with others.

I am beginning to question a number of concepts and limits to methodology of research, that I perceive as barriers to necessary transformation of education and I would venture societies.

I have been interacting with people spread out around the world (though that terminology itself is to be questionned) in a number of online and offline spaces. I shall attempt to identify and list those spaces.

1) Interior space. Historical Body/Space (note Scollon and Scollon)
Emotional/Spiritual/Cognitive/Body/Cultural/Narrative/Linguistic/Family/Friend/ ( I shall need to develop this further. at a later date). As a result of events and personal stories, it has been necessary for me to conduct psycho-analysis. This was clearly a turning point in my perception of my history and my relationship with 'myself' and others. I have also spent half of my life in a previously 'alien' culture and linguistic environment (France)

As a result of events in which I have been actor, it has been necessary to:

a) Go beyond comfortable emotional/moral/intellectual/experiential/physical limits.

b) Go beyond what I considered constituted my 'identity' - linguistic/cultural/philosphical/ (I shall need to develop this further at a later date)

c) Go beyond what I considered to be 'normality' 'sanity' (I shall need to develop this further at a later date)


2) Professional space (Note Bourdieu, Scollons, Habitus/Historical Spaces/Nexus of discourses/Interaction order)
My choice of 'professional activity' was (like for many) a combination of accident, design, and a response to economic/linguistic/competence constraint.

Coming from a family in which 'normality' was dealing with questions of 'life and death' (being child of generations of clergymen) and from a family in which there was 'vast inherited economic' wealth but no professional activity to mention, it was extremely difficult for me to make any sensible decisions as to how I wanted to 'earn my living' or that matter lead my life. My only sensible reaction to dissonance was to go towards a form of 'tabular rasa' - starting form scratch.(of course that in itself is a fiction).

I was rather marginalised in my proposed peer-groups being the 'youngest child' ,an unbeliever, a boy who lived in a big house in a mining town, or a boy coming from a relatively poor family and son of a clergyman in an expensive and distant private school. Identification with others was difficult. (I am aware that I share these difficulties with many others)

Academia, has been until very recently a mystery for me. I was able to float through university without a great deal of thought, I frankly had no idea what was going on.

I have in my life been witness to one thesis presentation (last year) which appeared to me to be fascinating but rather unattractive theatre.

I found little reason to engage with the form of 'learning' that I was presented with at school or at university.

I simply fulfilled minimum requirements until I managed to do what I was passionate about - research and story-telling et al. (to be detailed perhaps at some later date)

I was disappointed at the lack of 'adventure', the lack of 'ambition' of researchers that I met indeed it would be true to say they were not I felt an exception.

I did not find any university academic to identify with.

They appeared to me to be extraordinarily dull.

Coming from my social background, I was disconnected from any 'career' mapping, never have had any real ambition apart from to play, and pay the bills and to manage to do what I have seen of interest to finance - travel, children's education, clothes etc.

My relationship with money is one rather of boredom, I find the obsession with financial gain and acquisition of objects to mark 'social success' of little interest if entertaining at times. I can quite appreciate beautiful objects but I retain a mostly critical relationship with acquisition and accumulation.

Coming to English language teaching after miscelleaneous and diverse 'professional' experience, (note perhaps to be extended at later date) I discovered an environment in which for  a while I could play with satisfaction.

I enjoy experimenting and reflecting on my experience. I have always observed from a distance and played different roles to see how one or another role would have an effect on the environment in which I have found myself.

I have noted with interest the various 'given identities' that I have been tagged with.

'serious' 'fun' 'geek' 'dangerous maverick' 'difficult to work with' 'trouble-maker' 'insane (often that one' 'Cantonaesque (NB Eric Cantona see Wikipedia) 'elecron libre' 'fonctionnaire d'etat' (teacher employed permanently by state) 'associate member of research laboratory'.


I have noted how the introduction of particular technology has had a disruptive effect on the teaching environment. I have been fascinated by these evolutions. This curiosity has driven research and experiment.

As a result of diverse professional experience/personal experience I have been able to increase my resilience, and my distance from the professional environment in a way that some people appear unable, or unwilling. It is clear that I share neither the values, nor the competences, nor the fears, nor the perspective of many of the people with whom I have worked with. There have been a few notable exceptions. (references)

I have embarked on an experiment to transform education from within, from my own classroom.
(See references)

I have found great help in considering the environment in which I act through a number of lenses:

(Notes: note refs)
a) A Complex system
b) Ecologies
c) Narrative spaces
d) Nexus of discourses -(ref - Scollon and Scollon)
e) Through Social Network theory
f) Through rhizomatic metaphor - though I feel that this is reaching its limits (to be investigated)

Clearly such reflection is having a major effect on my action choice.

3) Onlining learning spaces 2014
(Notes - Downes/Siemens/Cormier/Stewart/et al to be continued Scollons again/Activity Theory Engstrom/Research areas to be defined and not yet done to my knowledge See all lenses above)
I shall fast forward to my recent online learning experience.(note intermediary online experiences have already been documented elsewhere). In January 2014 I signed up to participate in Dave Cormier's Rhizomatic Learning Course (see blog posts tagged #rhizo14, pinterest curation, twitter (archive - to constitute), various interactions - blog comments, twitter maps (cf Hawksey) - to be detailed at later date). I then played in CLMOOC (refs to add) and am currently participating in Connected Courses (refs to add).

I would like here to note a number of points to investigate:

1) There appears to be resistance of certain researchers to question their methodology, their role as researchers, the objectives of research and relationships with questions of
a) recognition
b) authorship
c) status
d) means of representing dynamic emergent complex systems
e) cultural domination in a globalised 'economy'
f) assumptions of supremacy of 'scientific method'
(to be extended/detailed at later date)

2) We appear to be reaching the limits of terms/concepts to describe and to imagine learning in a globally networked environment (notes to detail and review)
a) Spacial/temporal issues to conceive networked learning
b) Lack of distance from cultural frames of perception to make sense of globally networked learning. (Note I have been looking at Gestalt theory as a means to partly explain such problems)(points for reflection here)
c) Lack of distance as concerns 'technological framing' (this includes language/semiotic environments(see Mcluhan/Blommaert et al)
d) Problems of distributed and disassociated identity (to investigate and reflect on)
e) Concepts such as 'class' 'institution' 'course' seem more and more hazardous.
f) Learning 'management' appears absurd.

3) We appear to be stuck in an obsolete politico/economic system whose deficiencies are being amplified by globally connected technology. The results of this on an ecological level and human level are dramatic.
a) Relationships between man and machine to address urgently.
b) Relationships between corporations/governments/finance to address urgently
c) Relationships between ..(to be continued at later date)
d) Relationships between territory and national boudaries (to be continued)

4) We appear to have great difficulty in recognising healthy humans from unhealthy humans.

On a personal level, I have begun to understand why I have been marginalised and aggressed as my discourse/behaviour is for many intensely destabilising and threatening.

We appear to have great difficulty in recognising and dissociating 'manipulative' from 'reciprocal' relationships (Note discussion with KW Hamon and Terry Elliot - ref) which respect diversity and complexity.

5) I have cause for hope.

a) I have finally met individualswho appear to question assumptions of what constitutes the differences between:
  • religion and spirituality
  • freedom and freedom to exploit
  • education and manipulation 
  • learning and assimilation of models
  • dialogue and parallel monologue
  • research and academia
b) I am finally meeting individuals who appear to question assumptions of how to express 'knowledge' , its 'value', 'artificial separations between spheres of activity' notably the following:

  • Art and science
  • Text and other media of communication
  • Immediacy and reification
  • Individuals and communities and networks
  • (to be added at a later date)
  • Flow and distance
  • Emotion and reason
c) I am beginning to experience apparent transformations in:

  • My own perception of my identities
  • My own trust of my action, reflection, and means of expression
  • My level of competences (to detail)
  • My relationships with academia/research/education/other spheres
  • My lenses of analysis and vision of future transformation of education and social environments.
These 'field notes' are shared in the hope that their perspective will enable me and others to further advance in this process towards advancing critically within a chaotic environment for my own and others' benefit.'

I note that 'poetic' 'artistic' expressions as evidenced in this space are a means of research in what constitutes unknown spaces which would be for me impossible with other more traditional methodology.

It is extremely difficult when venturing beyond what one has been used to, to map new territorities.

This venture can only be done in association with my fellow adventurers and in no way can this current or previous pieces of expression/reflection be realistically limited to being the voice of an author by the given name:

Simon Ensor.

I have the strong impression that I am beginning to identify with unauthors who have gone by the given names of Deleuze and Guattari.

PS. Thank you for your patience. I feel that is quite enough neurone crunching for one evening.

Interestingly, 'Enso' pieces (of which I do not claim particular authorship - rather editing-rights) are both more enjoyable, and much less tiring.

My only hope from these field notes is that I shall take control of at least a part of this process of research. 

Frankly, this work/play at times is draining.

To be continued.


Note to self. attempt to define 6D learning.

Note to self.  I shall add bold, refs etc etc when I have had a break.


PS. To those doubting my sanity, please don't forget to include doubt as concerns your own frames of reference.  If there are any fears for me in this process.

Please allay your fears, I have very good friends who I trust. I am well armed for the journey.

I am fed up now. I shall publish.

Que sera, sera, whatever will be will be etc.
(Football song - note irritating change of genre)


PS Having just see Maha's post. It seems that there is a lot of what I have just done going on.
Am I English/French? etc etc.
Am I me?

Frankly I am fed up with absurd boxes which we put people in.
Yesterday somebody said - ah you must be a buddhist.
For years people grilled me - Are you a Christian?

This is really getting on my nerves this obsession of categorising.
Note I must study Gestalt.



PPS Maha I think we have an article brewing.

PPPS Having written a letter to Jim Groom, reading a comment of Susan Watson and a tweet from Maha, I am feeling more courage and have even edited bits of this.


Friday, March 28, 2014

We are confetti...








"Silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation." 
Rothfuss. P.

At this instant, patchwork patterns are being sewn, kaleidoscope paths plotted, complex algo-rhythms are being played out.

Perception.
This is another territory on a map.

What do you see?

A triumph, a carnival, a wedding, a party....?

In my eyes, from my vantage-point, these giffed fragments floating through this page are you my friends, your words, your images, this artefact.

This is another of our coded lines of flight.

Forgive me for not naming you particle by particle.
You are yourselves unwittingly multi-colouring these volatile pieces, right now, as I speak.

What do you hear?

A terrifying explosion? Church bells? A marching band? Hearts beating...?

Hanging on for dear life.
I am constantly retracing those steps, looking at new landscapes from different perspectives, attempting to give myself meaning, to understand intention in these acts. I sort, I trace, I gather stuff, I converse with passersby and pick up detritus of what they leave behind. In these multiverses, I am well-versed, I am well whether-worn.

Life is a beach.
I appear walking, or is it springing on a beach of ribbed sand. (Blackpool beach probably... it inevitably is.)

The strong wind, and the percussion of the waves is making it difficult to have any intelligible conversation. I have no means of knowing whether your are with me.

In my momentum, I don't have time to leap and simultaneously capture a picture of my/our/your bounds.

We are tracked, we are tagged #rhizo14 
Armed with Hawskey(e)vision we will be able to make the dance patterns of our virtual trajectories magically appear. We may even be able to spot that river-estuary-leap we made before the tide drowned our traces under a sea of nonsense.

Don't you remember, I may have said to you on the beach, "Doesn't that stream ahead look like the Hudson estuary?"

You might be non-plussed by this imaginary dialogue, as you have no satellite view of the Hudson in your mind or you didn't follow me this far on the beach.

Hunting for pirate's treasure.
Let's dig here a while. I know it is cold, we don't have spades and the tide is turning. No matter.  (If only you knew that on this Blackpool beach, there really is a Bucanneer's bounty just under your feet, you wouldn't think the idea so absurd.)

"Dig damn you. We will be rich."  
Reluctantly you deal with the minute possibility that there really is treasure hidden in between these dots...

This is a map of mights. 
There be science in this fiction. Reconcile yourselves to the disintegration of subobjectivity and let it scatter in the world wide wind.

You are confetti...