Is there such a thing as a good teacher?

Inspirational quotes for the starstruck, lost in the wilderness novelists and poets of the…

It was hard to believe they were alive

I did not know they were people

beyond their subject

their purported intellect

I could not see cells of flesh and they did not bleed

like we did

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It was the same, similar, time and time

ticking time bombs of small mercy

laden with singular boredom

tinged with the reckoning of survival

fetching themselves, rather than us, through exams

with a pass rate that allowed them to cling on for another

term or two

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When they spoke it was platitudes regurgitated

They were sheets of paper

Hollow phrases

Lost in their own mechanics

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