The curious incident of words landing in my notebook: A pedagogy of wonder

Words are never still. Words I scrawled during a recent talk by Dennis Atkinson have unexpectedly led me to the foot of a formidable ridge. There’s no rhythm, no boundaries, just sharpness, jagged edges, escarpments and sheer verticals. I’m struck by the form of the words which have landed in my notebook. They are not smooth peaceful words they’re active, sharp, direct action words, and I wonder what they are communicating about the world of teaching and learning. I believe that words work physical magic, creating ‘Castles in the air,’ landscapes, maps, architecture and spaces. Words shape how people think, feel and judge who and what we are. As John Humphrys states; words and “language reflect back to us the way we live.” Continue reading

Pedagogical paradox and a daydream believer

I’ve had to turn my back on writing. Flashes inspire, disturb and disrupt. Shapes lethargically appear on the page, unoriginal and strung out like socks on a washing line; disconnected, dark, empty. A real paradox as my mind is full of whizzing thoughts, ideas, moments, experiences but as Roald Dahl’s BFG explains “I’ve been gobblefunking around with words and cannot be squibbling the whole gropflunking dream on a titchy bit of paper.” (www.roalddahl.com/home) Continue reading