All teachings sublime

All teachings sublime
Diffused through the pores in some
Leaked from those same pores in others
As they scratch their backs
Or their heads

Some teachers slapped their students
Out of sheer nothingness
And joy in nothingness
And the slap taught more than libraries
Gulped down in volumes

All teachings sublime
Even those of teachers who give up
Midway through the course
Only to then shout at the students
That they are worthless every one

Lessons where becoming educated
Mean shit
Where mean labor and triumphs
Take your learning
And provoke its vanishing

But all teachings sublime
Yes yes all teachings every one
Even the last for which every student
Falls down to sleep to dream of monsters
Who will not let them wake.

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  1. Wow. I was the child in first grade who had her pig tales pulled by a teacher for not doing something right. To this day, I can’t tell you what I did wrong. Forty years later, I helped write an article. . . sadly . . . trying to gently get the message across that as educators are devouring our young. Richard, you don’t know how timely your post is to me and others may not recognize the real depth of your poem.

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    1. Richard Q's avatar Richard Q says:

      Your message here is a treasure to me. My heart reaches out to that child that you were and the growing human that you are. I relate to having trouble in school, with teachers in particular. I will never forget how angry my grandmother was one day by how a teacher spoke about me at a conference. When we truly learn, our learning learns to soar beyond every wall. Sometimes, it learns to tear them down.

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