Dispositional Privilege

Some people suffer from conditions such as Depression, Anxiety and OCD. As I mentioned in a previous post, when it comes to mental health I am not so hot on labels. Be this as it may, I think it safe to say that people to whom such labels might be applied are prone to suffer. They often find it hard to navigate the ups and downs of life. Other people do not have these conditions, and they seem to find life easier. We might say these people have a 'sunny disposition'. 

I don't know the extent to which a sunny disposition is genetic, or the result of a nurturing environment. Probably both. It is indubitaby the case that people with a sunny disposition can suffer, as the result of bad things happening to them. They might be rich or poor. They might suffer calamities in their life. They might have incredibly bad luck. But nonetheless, there are people, I believe, who have a sunny disposition. These people find it easier to cope with the ups and downs of life (which happen to all humans) than do people to whom the aforementioned 'labels' might apply. 

I think we need a new piece of vocabulary to acknowledge the fact that people who have a sunny disposition are in possession of a sort of privilege that is not afforded to people who have Depression, Anxiety, OCD and the like. I propose the term 'Dispositional Privilege'. People who have Dispositional Privilege suffer in ways that all humans suffer, but their disposition equips them to cope with their suffering in more functional ways than others. 

An anology here might the the term 'White Privilege'. People who are White are privileged in ways that people who are Black are not. This does not mean that White people do not suffer. It also does not mean that an individual Black person might be privileged in ways that in individual White person is not, by dint of things such as education, income, etc. It just means that, all other things being equal, White people, in our society, are at an advantage compared with Black people. I think a similar thing is true of people who have Dispositional Privilege. All other things being equal, they are lucky enough to be able to go through life relatively unencumbered, compared with people who do not have Dispositional Privilege. 

Life is not easy. For anyone. But just as society has taken some steps to address White Privilege (not enough steps, sure), we might do something similar with Dispositional Privilege. I'm not sure exactly how. I'm just throwing ideas around. I'd be interested to hear thoughts about this. 

Fly on the Wall

People sometimes wish

they were a fly upon the wall. 

They think that this would help

to grow their knowledge overall.

I do not think, however,

it would be much use at all – 

the thing about a fly is that

its brain is rather small.

Joshua Seigal

Two very groanworthy poems

I've just written a pair of punilicious poems guaranteed to garner some groans! Here you go:

Counting on Me 

I counted a sequence

from One onto Two,

then Three, Four and Five

came up next in the queue. 

Six, Seven and Eight

followed up on the list

then I hit upon Nine,

but the next one I missed.

The digits accrued

reached their limit somehow;

my tallying skills

are unTenable now.

Boo Hoo Zoo 

I went to the zoo

and I saw a baboon, 

a lion, a tiger,

a skunk and raccoon. 

I saw a giraffe

and a penguin on ice

but my trips to this place

are no longer so nice:

there wasn’t a grizzly

or polar in sight,

and that is why mine’s

an unbearable plight

(c) Joshua Seigal

I receive some anonymous fanmail!

I recently received a mysterious package from my publisher, Bloomsbury. Some wonderful students had taken the time to write some lovely poems, and they wanted to share them with me. Unfortunately, there was no mention of which school they came from, nor any other details. However, I'm really happy to share a few of their poems on this here blog. What a lovely surprise!

Leave the Baby to Cry

The thing is, if you leave the baby to cry 

the baby will never stop crying. Sure,

you will eventually hear a silence,

and at some point the baby will fall asleep,

but the crying never really stops.

The baby grows up, goes to school and gets

a job, all the while crying in the deep recesses

of its brain. The baby will learn to stifle the tears

and muffle the pain, yes, but the crying

will never truly go away. Hey – why not

pick up the baby now, the one you’ve left to cry

for so long it’s hurt the both of you? Tell the baby

it’s OK, it’s OK, those dusty parenting books,

they made a mistake – you don’t need to cry

forever. You don’t need to cry forever.

Joshua Seigal

Take Care

Take care of the flowers.

Although you can’t see their colours right now,

they’ll be waiting for you

when you return. 

And mend the roof. 

Right now you’re drenched

from lashings of rain,

but the time will soon come

when you finally step 

into the warmth. 

A shelter will be waiting for you, 

and the beautiful colours outside.

Take care now, even though

it all feels empty, hopeless. 

Good things await you,

and you will see that life is good. 

Joshua Seigal

Lovely letter and poems from Valley Primary School, Solihull

I recently ran an online poetry workshop attended by many schools at once. The Literacy Lead from Valley Primary in Solihull got in touch with a thank you letter (I love it when this happens) as well as some of the fantastic poems produced by her pupils. I am delighted to be able to share both the letter and the poems. Here you go:

My class, and other teachers tell me theirs too,  had a fantastic time listening to your poems and meeting your lovely cat.  I have been inundated with poems written during the workshop and promised I would send a couple across.  

Strawberry Dreams (y6 pupil)

Oh Strawberry, I love you so,

Your fruity, fiery self dances in my soul

You feel light and fresh on my tongue 

The light airy sensation you give flies through my lungs

Oh Strawberry, I love you so . 

Pear Love Letter (y6 pupil)

Oh pear

I am going to love you til the very end

you taste like a cloud of heaven 

I'm going to love you til the end 

you are as green as grass on a sunny day 

as smooth as the ocean when it is calm 

so please reply

I will love you til the end  

I love your watermelon ways  (y5 pupil)

Oh watermelon

aren't you lovely?

you are red and green

just like Christmas

you taste like heaven 

oh watermelon

aren't you lovely?

you're crunchy 

and munchy

you keep your seeds hidden within 

your soft, red, juicy insides

Oh watermelon

I love you so 

...

In addition to this, children have been bringing me poems all week, where they have been inspired to just write.  I think you talking about the freedom of no rules and writing about what they love has given them the confidence to have a go, and it has been a joy to sit back and watch it happen. 

My School  (Y3 pupil)

My school is cool and nice

it is the opposite of boring

it's just the best school

it is so fun

super coooool

you should go to it

my school is Valley 

Our sleepover 

friends, friends all gather round 

we better go get something

don't make a sound

we're going to have a midnight feast 

but lets get something healthy

at least 

this is going to be 

the best night ever 

our parents are never

going to find out 

do you see those chicken nuggets and chips?

they're making me want to lick my lips

now quick, lets creep back to my room 

before it gets dark and 

we can't see through the gloom 

So, once again, thank you for all that you do to inspire the reading and writing of poetry.  There are many grateful teachers in my school who are now buzzing with ideas off the back of what you have started.

Have a wonderful weekend,

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