Free-write 10 minutes. Prompt ‘Skin’. By the hair of my chinny chin chin I will not let you come in. For I intend to stay alive. In my very own skin. I will not to be skinned for your pleasure. I will hunker down into my skin. This skin of mine. Take this skin. And.…
It is with great pleasure that I publish the links to this year’s student blogs. They are remarkable individual and collective journeys into creativity and the multi-faceted nature of culture. Enjoy their delicious shared moments. Take hope from their energy and optimism and generosity. And don’t hesitate to join in the conversations. Alibabatheater Another Way…
Once they are seated I begin: “Zanzibar, Shimmy, Shiver, Core, Strength, Fuck, Whatever” Question to class: What do you think this is? Silence. Then timidly. A list. A twirly-keep-going movement with my right hand. A list of words… What sort of words? My favourite words. Question to class: What does this say about me as…
‘Oh, how lovely… Oh my God, where do I start?’ This was my reaction on reading an email from an M1 distance-learning student, a couple of weeks ago. It was one of those emails that you know composing a reasonable answer to, is going to take up more time than you can sensibly dedicate to an…
It’s now December. We went back to classes on the university campus in September, masked but present. In person. I was once again a real teacher in front of real students, handing out paper course packs. Classes finished 5 minutes earlier to air out rooms. Social distancing was still required, although not always enforced. The…