Journeying into Synergy

A trilogy of poems dedicated to disabled people's access to lifelong learning and inclusion

1. In Praise of Fully Inclusive Human Potential

While Zen Buddhists pose the question:
“What is the sound of one hand clapping?”
I propose an image for you to imagine:

“Imagine a scene that I once witnessed,
Of a spoon-fed woman’s joyousness
Upon being given a musical shaker
That I — as cabaret entertainer
And Jobseekers Allowance 'overstayer' —
Had offered for audience participation
At a 'come-all-ye' meal for adults
With learning difficulties”

Some adjustments are more delightful
Than ‘completely reasonable,’
And no-one is truly
‘Ineducable’.

 

2. The Arts Manager

Her acceptance, enouragement and enthusiasm
Help us grow. Together.
From "Whoopsidaisy!"
To "Whoopee!"

She helps us grow trees of our talents
On the soil of our connectedness.

Our forest of creative fulfilment
Can ward off the desert's encroachment.

 

3. Reframing 'Economic Activity'

Let us broaden the horizons of full inclusion
Reflecting on life experiences illumines mine.

In place of "insufficient funds for full inclusion,"
Think of a broad continuum
Of gifts and needs and disabilities.

Consider that musical shaker
In that one helping hand —
Art in the Community!
Communal joie de vivre! —
Becoming 'economic activity'.

What is 'consideration'?

By Alan the Poet Therapeutic
© 2005 and 2020 by Alan Raymond Wheatley

 

Everybody's Got Talent

 This poem — now [23 November] in its second draft — is toward introducing the poem 'The Arts Manager' as one of my open mic contributions for Amnesty International Worcester Group's Human Rights Day Poetry presentation, a Zoom event for the evening of Thursday, 10 December 2020.

In Praise of Human Potential

While Zen Buddhists pose the question:
“What is the sound of one hand clapping?”
I propose an image for you to imagine:

“Imagine a scene that I have witnessed,
Of a spoon-fed woman’s joyousness
Upon being given a musical shaker
That I — as cabaret entertainer —
Had offered for audience participation
At a 'come-all-ye' for adults
With learning difficulties”

Some adjustments are more delightful
Than ‘reasonable,’ and no-one
Is truly ‘ineducable’.

By Alan the Poet Therapeutic

21 November 2020

© 2020 by Alan Raymond Wheatley

 

Backdrop to the birth of the poem 'The Arts Manager'

I had volunteered at a charity for adults with learning difficulties as 'Basic Education Learner Support Volunteer' in its 'Computer Club' and become more aware of what else was going on around me within that charity. It had a Thursday night 'drop-in' cafe for service users at which wholesome food was prepared for the customers.

Through discussion with the Acting Arts Manager of the place, who was also the main organiser of the 'drop-in' cafe, I also realised that as an amateur entertainer I might have something to contribute in a reciprocal way with an audience of [other] adults with learning difficulties.

It was some years since I had been 'Resident Court Jester' at Julie Felix' and Marianne Segal's Magic Messenger Club, and communicating with an audience had always appealed to me more than Simon Cowell-type-competition 'stardom'. The then Acting Arts Manager was very welcoming of my idea of my entertaining that audience, and so I went along with my guitar and provided musical shakers to audience members to help further their participation and inclusion. That also tied in with a renaissance period regarding my creativity and I made the most of it while I could, writing new words to a traditional melody presenting a sense of common cause with the socially undervalued audience, and sharing humorous and children's songs from my Magic Messenger Club act, and more.

The Arts Manager also told me in a very inspiring way that while she was not comfortable with using computers, she had done a presentation about Nobel Peace Prize Winner, the Kenyan Wangara Maathai in a PowerPoint slide show.(1) I felt that Maathai's work against deforestation was an excellent metaphor for what we were creating in that 'drop-in' cafe where I was a cabaret performer, despite having been told many years ago that I had no potential as a singer.

Though my cabaret singer role there fizzled out as an Arts Manager with different priorities was appointed instead of The [Acting] Arts Manager for whom that poem was written, I treasure the memories of what we shared together in that space and will leave this story with an image that highlights what we created there.

One of the service users was a wheelchair user requiring intensive care including the care required in being fed. (The word 'require' connotes rights as well as need and responsibilities, as Disability Equality Trainer Michèle Tayler told a class I had participated in in 2004.) The one-handed use of a musical shaker helped ensure her inclusion and a transformation in her mood, as her face and her whole being 'lit up' and she might as well have been 'The Belle of the Ball', as her smile beamed so radiantly!

It's years since I was last in touch with that [Acting] Arts Manager who facilitated such transformations in service users, and as I thus don't have her permission to name her here, I shan't but I take the opportunity of celebrating what she accomplished by publishing this story and the poem The Arts Manager.(2)

Link references

1. https://uk.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search?p=wangara%20maathai&hspart=mozilla&hsimp=yhs-100&type=newtab
2. http://alanthepoettherapeutic.blogspot.co.uk/2017/10/the-arts-manager.html

More to come on this blog in future

I apologise for the apparent neglect of this blog over the past months.

My neglect of it has resulted mainly from lack of online access to the same PC on which it was created, due to damage of the equipment. I have also moved house -- an event that caused the equipment malfunction -- and am settling into a new home in a different region.

Please keep in touch.

From 'Dude Swheatie of Kwug' back to 'Alan the Poet Therapeutic' with a blog

I have been many things in my life and now I believe it would be a great idea for me to return to my poetry and my songwriting aspirations, but via the Google blogosphere.

Since September 2013 I have been the main blog controller for Kilburn Unemployed Workers Group (KUWG), with intermittent postings.(1) There I have acquired the nom de plume 'Dude Swheatie of Kwug' on account of

1. the KUWG nickname, 
2. the fact that I wear a posh hat, and 
3. a spoof on my surname 'Wheatley'. 

Now though, as I am preparing to move out of the KUWG heartland of the London boroughs of Brent and Camden, my attachment to that blog is diminishing and a past identity as 'Alan the Poet Therapeutic' is re-emerging following a warm reception of my poems at a recent London Federation of Green Parties social near London Bridge Station on Thursday 23 February. In my 64th year of this life, I believe it's time for me to enter into a fresh phase of life as an autonomous person and — dare I say — mouthpiece for the 'Collective Unconscious' rather than as a profile raiser for the kind of collective entity that is the Kilburn Unemployed Workers Group.

So I'll 'kick off' this new blog with a poem I wrote in the early 1990's, Communal Womb.

Communal Womb

There are times when I feel cut off —
Separated from the world —
Outside. Starved of Love.
Like an abandoned child.

In such times I write my poetry,
Reaching in to seek the Womb in me.

And there are times when I know
That I'm enough —
With a fertile, abundant world around
My glowing, life-giving, fireball of Love.
I blend my vision with the here and now.

In such times I share my poetry,
To celebrate the union of the Womb and me.

And in such times I share my poetry,
Reaching through
To seed the Communal Womb.

By Alan the Poet Therapeutic
© 1990 by Alan Wheatley

 Link reference

1.  http://kilburnunemployed.blogspot.co.uk/