A Transcended You

Good morning, everyone! Welcome, parents, teachers, and dignitaries, to the Symposium on World Education here at the United Nations. I am delighted to be here and honored to have been chosen as your key-note speaker. My remarks today address the topic of transcendental violence in education, which is one of Jacques Derrida’s old ideas. If you’ve never heard this phrase before, I implore you not to be alarmed. It’s not what you think. 

My remarks are in the form of a poem so I humbly ask for your indulgence. It is called “A Transcended You.” 

According to dear old Derrida,

Education is violent,

In a transcendental way.

But what does that mean?

Is it a violation of sovereignty?

A hard punch in the primacy?

Not really.

It means that learning,

Is not meant to be leisurely.

We educators promise,

Not to leave you broken,

Bruised, and bloody.

But you may feel a slight pinch,

When we grab you by your detached brain,

And reattach it using gentle, illuminating

Benevolent violence.

We’re going beat back your passiveness,

And ambush your apathy,

We shall invade your ignorance,

Infiltrate your indifference,

And shine the light of knowledge,

On your dispassion. 

You may be disturbed, disoriented,

And a little lightheaded.

As you lift up into the light of learning.

But you will be okay.

And you will still be you,

Forever and always, uniquely you.

But an ascended you.

A transcended you.

Thank you very much for your kind attention. 

I KNEW YOU THEN

I knew you then I know you now,
I know you then, I knew you now,
I know it’s true,
Don’t ask me how,
The seams of time sometimes allow,
A peek, a wink, a nod, a bow,
As Einstein said through bushy brow,
Time stops it all from happening now,
This is to say he did avow,
In some way all is happening now,
And so with certainty I vow,
I know and knew you then and now.

Imbolc

Today more winter is behind us,

Than remains in front of us.

For today’s the day of Imbolc!

A day when all the ancient folk,

Would celebrate the coming spring.

Back then it was a greater thing,

But if you look around, with any luck,

You’ll see a marmot or woodchuck,

Sticking his head out of the ground,

Checking if his shadow can be found.

How this started, no one knows.

But if he sees it, back he goes!

If you’re wondering how to celebrate,

Just light some candles. Dance! Create!

Clean your house or bake some bread.

Put a lampshade on your head.

Celebrate without a worry.

Or you could just watch a certain film,

That stars the great Bill Murray.