history

Honourable Nonsense

I’ve got a bit of a different poem for you this week – the text was taken from a Commons Chamber debate about the Crystal Palace in 1851, which you can read here if you’re curious. It’s been switched around and altered quite a bit, but it makes for an intriguing poem in my opinion, and I hope you think so too! This is another poem that I wrote for university, but I don’t think I’m going to submit it anywhere, so it can live here on the blog instead.

Today, I’ve got a thoughtful flash fiction piece ready for you. It covers the way that history is taught within education and how that often separates the past from the present, as historical figures become names and dates instead of people. It’s an unreal sort of feeling that is difficult to describe and there’s no one person to lay the blame onto, as I am also unsure of how it could be fixed. In short, much of history as it was taught to me through primary and high school felt strangely distant, as if I was being told about a fictional novel rather than the truth, despite logically knowing that it was truth. In any case, I hope you enjoy this piece!