Efficiency As Fetish

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In the privacy of my own private contemplation this week I’ve successfully avoided employing with others the more avid forms of cognitive audiosonic dissonance which would otherwise surface my silent utterances.

Forms collided in my collective as clear as clockwork.

Coffee.
Retorts and enrapture from work colleagues.
Patience.
Silence.

Factors which added together all produce some effervescent synapsial moments like an orchestra of syllables coming to rest in a tin of grammatical chocolates. Memories colliding in a whirling dervish punctuated with the odd moment of awful………. silence.

It’s the silent times that make it all the more absurd. Points where pictures form of politicians propounding brevity and bravery whilst the ‘nodders’ bob and weave in the background rows.

Ever noticed that ? Wherever politicians plunder they have nodders and hanger-on-ers’ keenly massaging the crowds egocentric aptitudes and auditory desires.

A moment in this time of avid observence this week surfaced as edu-punk…a notion that even for the most vested creative educator, the sameness of system best suits…..debunked effectievely one hopes.

We have ties to match for those with permissions to do so.

The anthropocentrism of it all makes for frightening fare. The petulance and the flatulent flattery seems to be getting everybody nowhere at once.

We so aptly wrap our workplace efficiencies and our heart felt wanderings in a wanderlust that better resembles haiku having a hernia.

Why must every day equal a dollar and every week be month divided by four.

Are we free ? Is this freedom ?

Or is this within constraint…..