Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Academy- Daily Object Writing – Dec 22

Coaching, teaching at the front of a class on a clean swept white board. A marker in hand giving off false chemical ‘get you high’ odours. A drawing manifests in a series of squeaks, swirls and straight lines. Beside it are straight pointers to wobbly words that wring meaning out of the whole thing. Pliant minds expand and contract as information is absorbed and fed to cortex’s that light up like flashing Christmas tree lights. Off and on, the a-ha moment when it falls into place.

Others struggle- weighing the balance of their need for tactile interactions with intellectual overload. They want to get their hands down and dirty, feel those surfaces, touch those microphones, swing those lathes into place and feel the power of the motor behind their finger tips. Others need to draw their own pictures, write it in their own lingo to understand it fully. A hand brain concreting exercise.

To most of them these desert hours in the classroom are dry as the Sahara, parched brains thirst for a drip of relief, tongues shrivelled, brains shrinking for just one drop of relief, but they keep ploughing through riding the camels of knowledge to the other side of the Kasbah. Drooping pens and watery lines on pages drink up the transmitted knowledge. A whiff of the clear air of freedom enters the room as the clock ticks toward the top of the hour, the taste of unlimited conversations and lunchtime burgers plays on hungry minds…..