A poem ain't gonna change the world. But learning how to create and be comfortable doing it will. Change does not come by repeating what was, but by birthing something new. Creation is a god-like act. It does not just happen. Life is busy, tiring, pressuring. It takes time and energy to carve into our schedule space for creativity. To foster this feeling, to nurture it, so it can nurture us in return and pour over other dimensions of our life and back into the world. Avoiding the social reproduction of the world requires also standing up against inertia, the masses, structural constrains. It requires some level of Courage. There is always some level of risk involved for those willing to put their head above the water to push for social change. Courage to stand up on our own against what is and what needs to change does not happen in a day. We need to learn how to be navigate our fear, work with it, keep pushing in spite of it. Standing in front of a crowd, in public, reading a poem we have created, for many is something out of our comfort zone. Pushing against our fear, one public display of creativity at a time, helps us grow in confidence. Standing on our own, yet not really alone.
To curate a space and structure some time for our students to put these ideas into practice, Alex Stoffel and I organised a poetry activity on Thursday 16 2023 as one of the teach-outs taking place at the London School of Economics during the 2023 strikes over pensions and pay This is how we introduced the activity to the students:
"We thought this would be a wonderful opportunity to reconnect and spend some time together outside of the regular setting. The objective is to share our frustrations and hopes for the higher education system. Everyone is invited to come (please don't hesitate to invite others!) and should bring along either poetry you have created or that others have written. The poetry doesn't have to be directly about academia; it can be related to any themes of resistance and creating a different future, individually or collectively."
The activity was completely voluntary. To help students prepare themselves and give them a boost of confidence, we organised a get-together a few days before.
The event was a blast. As one of the participants shared on Twitter, it was truly a "magical" experience. Yes, we did drop "some nasty rhymes" but it was also about putting ourselves out there, standing up together and inspiring each other. As another of the participants shared after the event: "Overall, it was simply one of the best things .... to be part of something much bigger than our everyday, mundane life :)"
Because this is not something many of us had done before and in the context of the global classroom, where many of our students face pressure regarding censorship from their home country, VISA and scholarship status, we aimed for the activity to be as inclusive as possible. We shared the following with the students prior to the event:
- Alex, I and the students who volunteer can read the poems of the students who want to write poems anonymously;
- I invite all students who have written poems to send them to me after the event so I can publish them as a blog post on my methodological artist blog. Those who want will be able to publish them anonymously;
- Some students suggested coming up with masks/hats to avoid facial recognition. This would be visually very powerful, especially if a group of you do it. Please don’t feel pressured to do it, but if some of you want to organise a masked intervention you are very much welcome.
- Whether or not you write poems, you are always welcome to join the teach-out on Thursday 16 as part of the audience."
As one of the students who contributed to the event anonymously commented: "Showing solidarity with academics during the strike actions in such creative forms is memorable. I find the teach-outs and marches very politically awakening. As an international student, it's a precious opportunity to learn how the higher education system works and how the flawed mechanism can affect academics and students. Having been living in an authoritarian context before coming to study in the UK, I haven't had any chance to join a march and protest for myself and make an appeal. I cherish expressing solidarity with you all."
Below are the poems of the students who volunteered to share them on the blog-post. Some of the poems come with a bit of context (at the end of the poem) that the students wanted to share with us, for example when the poem is centred around a specific reference to LSE or their experience.
I hope you'll enjoy reading the poems and participating in this creative journey as much as we did 😍
In the teaching pot of the crazy weird witch
By Audrey Alejandro, the Methodological Artist
Here is the video of me reciting the poem the day of the event. Thank you Pilar Elizalde for the recording.
Once upon a time in a land far way
In the wild I was born.
Through the earth, through the air,
Through the shadows, through the sea
Life and work got me here, in the intellectual concrete
Some call L.S.E.
Hired I became. Cooking for my students
Prepar-ing for them my wee-kly potion:
1 Litre of analytical wit to sharpen the mind
1 cup of courage to help grow a strong spine
1 spoon of unknown for the imagination
A few words of magic for the transformation
How sweet is the taste of the witchy witch poison.
I’m cooking, I’m cooking
… but something‘s going on.
Do you hear anything?
Let me pay attention.
A mutter in the sky, a murmur in my heart.
I hear a word: despair.
Where is it coming from?
Thousands of admin files laced in regulations. They shriek.
Neo-liberal eyes, red and dull, modern abomination. They speak:
“Her ideas are quite weird
She doesn’t brush her hair.
She wears too much colour.
She won’t go anywhere.”
Witch-hunters in disguise. They come.
They try to hunt me down.
But what did I expect?
I signed my name in the book of the beast after all, didn’t I?
Dehumanisation monster, factory for the mind,
All that for my pay-check.
Life undead, depletion, exhaustion spells.
Where can I go for help?
I look inside.
Sekhmet, Hecate, Chhinnamasta, Cerridwen.
Goddess of wisdom and change.
We call upon you,
I the crazy weird witch and the children of the new.
Give us courage. Give us strength.
Show us the path and guide us through.
Silence. Then the goddess softly says:
“Rise poets. Rise.
Rise from these dreadful ashes.
I bless a reform for this institution.
Consume none. Provoke many.
Rise into the brave inspiring adults you were always meant to be.”
Beaver the Believer, Leave her? You Deceiver!
By Miyuki Shiraki
Beaver the weaver
See her build and burrow
Strong-willed and thorough
Thrilled to claim space
As if there’s no tomorrow
Bring the twig
Stacking in the gardens
Hard work pays off
She’s Beaver the believer
In the Eden
Where the beaver is eager
A sudden seizure
On her future
The beaver feels weaker
Annoyed and devoid
With a void deployed
Delusional is the institutional
Imputable, not excusable
Today, a long wait
The days elongate
It’s like an endless hike
This current strike
Casualisation, pay gaps, and withdrawing from Stonewall
Deceiver, can’t you see her?
Why leave her?
Beaver the believer
“To know the causes of things”
You know what dramas that bring,
Deceiver, you leave her
Beaver and the teacher
Teach her, the creature,
Beaver the believer
To be the achiever
Context: The beaver is LSE mascot. The poem uses the beaver as a metaphor to express what it feels like to be a willing and hardworking students in the current system.
Remould It Nearer to the Hearts Desire
by Walter Schutjens
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mould a new reality
Closer to the heart
But now high places have high salaries
And thus think themselves apart
These high places are these glass towers
That grow further from the heart
LSE's founders forged into much older stained glass
And thus, unto us impart
A demand for social justice through knowledge
Made directly from the heart
Knowledge derived from knowing the cause of things
our motto: Rerum cognoscere causas if you're smart
Knowledge of real working conditions
Using both our heads and heart
To move away from this progressive political legacy
And let neoliberal technocrats freely play their corruptive part
Would mean losing our direction and humanity
The substance of the heart
Their casual casualization of effective education
Will force future generations to restart
In their slow progress to freer societies
That lie nearer to the heart
This management is an affront to LSE's history
And yet they seem to make it into their art
To laissez fairly undermine its very foundation
And drive stakes through this beaver’s heart
Context: This fact may strike people as unlikely nowadays, but it is no coincidence that the same people who founded the Labour Society were also the founders of our LSE. These people were the Fabians and they inscribed in its very motto the critical dictum that it retains today: rerum cognoscere causas 'know the cause of things', this dictum is in its nature progressive at it promotes understanding of society by its roots, much like the method of the reformist socialist project they initiated in the early 20th century. In the back of the Shaw Library on the 6th floor of the Old Building one can find a stained glass window that was made on the day of LSE's opening, at the top of this modern interpretation of classical liturgy one finds the biblical dictum: 'Remould It Nearer to the Hearts Desire' - it captured the socialist social scientific project LSE was to embark on; but what has come of it when a modern LSE doesnt respect the basic workers rights of its employees. This poem is a reflection on LSE's heritage and what has changed. The first stanza is lent from the classic Rush song: 'Closer to the Heart'.
I stand alone
by Gabby Unipan
I stand alone
In a foreign country
Far from friends, family, and home
Am I alone?
I feel so far away
I find myself waiting, watching, yearning
For an unrecognizable reality,
a home, a school, a society
I have never known.
I stand alone
Grieving an experience I could have had,
Should have had.
Stolen out of my grasp
By an invisible, seemingly invincible, divisible force
We all recognize but fail to kill
It smothers us, blinds us,
Snuffs out our senses
This force, this system
Robs our autonomy
Reduces individuality to marketability
I stand alone,
Forcibly deprioritizing the things I value most
Community, connection, creativity
In favor of my profitable qualities
I stand alone, screaming into the void,
Counteracting the commodification of my experience,
Of my labor,
Of my learning,
Of my teachers,
My classmates, my friends, my family,
Do you stand alone?
Will you stand with me?
How Can It Be
by Ruth Boardman
How can it be that the very institutions given the power to educate,
Those who want to learn and strive for a better future,
Those who aim to better not only themselves but future generations,
Those aiming to create a safer and more respectful culture.
How can it be that those very same institutions publish research on equality,
Civil, social, economic, health, political.
Research that is used in different sectors of industry,
Leading to outcomes that twenty years ago would have been thought of as miracles.
How can it be that these very same institutions who cite values of integrity and diversity;
Claiming to build sustainable futures for people alike,
Leave their staff fearing for their jobs,
Causing them to strike.
How can it be that these very same institutions whose research leads to miracles,
Has a third of academic staff on temporary contracts who are hourly paid,
These are the academics facing job insecurity,
Unsure if they’ll be returning to work or facing the blade.
How can it be that these very same institutions who seek to drive positive change,
Have decided to accept a negative change in its staff’s pensions,
With a guaranteed loss in retirement incomes.
Are you not aware of this condescension?
How can it be that these very same institutions preaching diversity,
See ethnic, gender and disability pay gaps.
Ironically publishing papers on gaps in other industries,
Whilst falling themselves dangerously into the trap.
How can it be that these very same institutions,
Who myself, my friends and those who study here,
Have paid thousands of pounds to learn from your academic staff,
Are suffering due to your inability to make these inequalities disappear?
How can it be that these very same institutions,
Are failing their staff and students?
Maybe Someone Hears Us
by Hongli Liu
Maybe we can be excellent in teaching,
But we lack the energy.
Maybe we always show up in class,
But we lose the passion.
Maybe we work endlessly to get job done,
But our time and work are not respected.
Maybe we understand education systems change,
But we never thought our situation would be on the margin.
Maybe we want to give our best to students,
But our real-life situation drains us.
Maybe … we are all fragile human beings,
But we have been treated like superheroes.
Maybe we just want to show our resistance via strike,
But nobody listens.
If anybody is listening...
So, we look up, where does our help come from?
Does it come from those who sit in these tall buildings?
No, our help comes from those who listen and acts upon our words.
Context: "We" – refers to the people who love teaching and are passionate about working in academia. This is something that I have heard and felt through the concerns of many lovely people working in academia, not only here, but also around the world. How they expressed the difficulties and struggles they face to being an academic. This is not a poem that tries to speak for people!! It’s simply to show some love and support, and my hope is that these words could resonate within our heart 😀
You say, I see
You say the rainbow ugly,
I see we shining in your dictionary;
You say we deviant and silly,
I see we writing down your obituary.
You say we are nothing,
I see we are everything.
I see you watching,
I see you listening;
Stop raping my mother tongue,
Stop murdering my sisters young.
“The Child is father of the Man,”
But all you do is wear your masks deadpan;
Dude, we are making it real,
We shall bear no child to be our Achilles’ Heel;
We are the last generation,
We’ll shout that out loud on your coronation.
Your voice is unequivocal,
My tears are political;
Because in love I see all the possibilities,
In love, I see all the divinities.
I see les feuilles tombent en dansant,
Le soleil se couche en éteignant,
Le cœur se brise en saignant,
Le cheval rouge court en suant,
La mer déferle en rugissant,
La chanson finissant en continuant,
Le petit prince part en disant adieu tendrement.
Context: This poem is about being young and lgbtq in a country where being lgbtq means living in fear and constantly under pressure.
On a rainy picket
by Alex Stoffel
My first day on a picket line,
It was cold and rainy.
A bus honked in passing,
And a friend said to me,
“Solidarity feels like you’re turning inside out.”
We spoke about teaching,
but about marking and metrics,
and a bus honked in passing.
We spoke about research,
but about submissions and citations.
while another bus honked.
Three more years on the picket,
It’s cold and rainy.
We speak about academic struggles,
about holding them,
like prized possessions,
turning inwards on ourselves.
My fourth year on the picket,
the bus drivers have won their dispute.
We speak about winning,
about turning outwards into politics.
We smile in anticipation,
As a bus honks in passing.
It’s cold and rainy,
but I say to my friend,
“Solidarity turns you inside out.”
“从字面上看，分析是将复杂的东西‘分解’成较小的部分，并以这些较小的部分的属性和它们之间的关系，来解释整体” (Robson 2011: 412)
“分析是给数据带来秩序的过程，它将已存在的东西组织成模式、类别和描述性单元，并寻找它们之间的关系；‘解读（interpretation）’涉及在分析中赋予意义和重要性，从而解释模式、类别和关系...”（Brewer 2000: 105）
This article is also available in English here, and as pdf.
Puede leer el artículo en español aquí.