The Empire of the Primrose - Station 1 Do you have recurring dreams? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett The cycle always resets at dusk, like waking inside the cold architecture of an unyielding, repetitive dream. I walk the wet, cobbled veins of an ancient European city, passing beneath stone arches hung with heavy, lifeless flags, heraldry drained of colour, damp cloth clinging to wooden poles like dead skin. There is no breath of wind, only the low, humming pressure of an era turning in its sleep. I reach into an iron sconce and tear loose a torch of roaring, ragged fire. The flame casts jittering amber shadows against the masonry as I plunge down the same discrepant corridor, a passage that bends against geometry, narrowing and widening like an inhaling throat. The Empire of the Primrose - Station 2 Past the broken gargoyles. Into the moss-eaten ruins of a seated angel whose stone wings have sheared away to jagged stubs. And onwards, deeper into the vaulted h...
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Disengaged students
If the data is consistent 10% of youths between the age of 16 to 18 are not engaged in education, employment, or training (a stitch in time: tackling educational disengagement). The ongoing cost for people who have disengaged will grow ever-increasing as society relies less on unskilled labor.
Technological change, greater labor market flexibility, and economic reforms are transforming the workplace. In Australia the labor growth sections are;
Health Care and Social Assistance
Professional, Scientific and Technical Services
Education and Training
Mining
Construction
The jobs in decline are;
Manufacturing
Agriculture, Forestry and Fishing
The Future Of All Work, And Not Just For Creatives - trends in USA:
“With the avalanche of new products, new technologies, and new ways of working, workers are going to have to become more creative in order to benefit from these changes.”
The disengaged ex-students have a decreasing employment prospect. Has education failed these students?
Whether the answer is yes or no there needs to be a stronger focus on trying to reducing disengaged students.
What are the indicators?
a poor attitude towards learning and enjoyment of learning
a long tail of underachievement
social background & attainment -> deprived backgrounds with good prior attainment
persistent truancy from secondary school
schools that suffers from poor behaviour and image
children from deprived backgrounds
children with special needs
children in local authority care
children with ESL needs
The problem
Whilst the problem of disengagement and the immediate effect of the disengagement is evident in older student groups it is the younger groups that require significant attention. Students are switching off from education at an early stage.
Two questions
How can educators identify and risk manage behavioral disengagement, emotional engagement & cognitive engagement in the early stages of schooling?
If engagement is closely linked to inclusion and if the indicators (above) refer to exclusion how can schools provide a service for the excluded?
Inclusion programs are required however the programs required need to be a differentiated service.
Inclusion programs within sport, recreation, cultural and participatory activities.
Identification programs to provide service support for low-level truancy, health issues, police, pregnancy, drug consumption, and family conflict.
Interventionist programs that support students through high-level truancy, sexual violence, mental health, not residing at home, and family breakdown.
Possible solutions
Inclusion programs will not work if education is primarily focussed on classroom activities. Schools need to enable adaptive learning solutions.
Formal recognition of activities outside of school
The Terminal Horizon Highway The Terminal Horizon Tourist Bus Would you catch the Terminal Horizon bus? Travel sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett The Long Highway Out here, the world ends not in silence, but in fire. The asphalt bleeds into cracked red earth, stretching toward a bruised horizon where the sky refuses to cool. Behind the glass, you drive chasing ghosts through a desert that forgot rain a lifetime ago. Beneath the Scorch Every road leads deeper into the furnace. Even below the surface, the rock fissures and weeps, hot steam rising through subterranean fractures where molten veins pulse in the dark, feeding an ancient, unforgiving heat. Broken Arteries What we built couldn’t hold. Rails twist into the dunes, swallowed by iron sand and wind. Bridges split down the seam, concrete splintered into raw bone, tangled rebar, and dying wires crackling into the smoke. The machines stopped; the wasteland stayed. The Last Horizon And when the road finally runs out, the...
From Adelaide River to Daly Waters Somewhere south of the Adelaide River "South of the Adelaide River" explores the haunting intersection of modern progress and forgotten history in the vast stretches of the Northern Territory. At the center of the composition stands the specter of a lone soldier, a poignant symbol of profound loss and of abandoned souls swallowed by the unforgiving outback. Stripped of a specific name, era, or mission, the figure represents all those left behind by the relentless march of time—individuals whose sacrifices and stories faded into the scrubland while the world simply moved on. The striking juxtaposition of this spectral wanderer beside a towering, contemporary road train underscores a profound sense of isolation. The heavy machinery of the modern world inches forward down the isolated track, entirely oblivious to the lingering ghosts of the past tethered to the roadside. The brilliant, atmospheric lighting that breaks through the forest canopy ...
Through the eyes of the Lost Soldier The sky is bleeding into the dirt again, and the old hunger crawls up through my boots. It no longer matters. Time does not march out here. It pools beneath a dry creek bed, stagnant and unseen. But when the moon swells, heavy and bruised with copper rust, the cold in my ribs becomes a scald. The scrub does not burn with heat. It burns with memory. Through the tangled mallee, I see the flash of artillery, the orange-red roar of a barrage that never stopped falling, trapped forever inside the rib cages of these dead gums. I taste copper on my tongue, sharp as rifle oil and dried blood. The black heavens press down, bending the whole world inward until I am trapped inside a glass bead of fire. I pace the boundary where red light cuts into deep shadow, waiting for a relief column that lost its heading eighty years ago. Everything here is parched. I am so thirsty. But I do not want water. I want your nourishment. I want your dawn, your warm pulse, as yo...
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