Saturday, July 18, 2009

one word social work: welcoming

victims of vice
leaning into the measuring fields

mislaid files

engaging occupations

round the corner

and round the bend

this was your last call

till you called the pleasure

of your plenty



Blogger Teresa said...

Wow!! This one does capture the dubious welcome of bureaucratic social work: victims of vice, mislaid files, this was your last call. And some how the victims are supposed to get into the pleasure of the plenty.

3:41 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: Yeah, it wasn't an entirely conscious take (cuz, I always stick the one word __________ [fill in the blank] after the poem, without too much thought at all), but it certainly seemed to fit once I slapped "social work" on it. Anna (Freud) and her daddy was probably the most conscious part of this process, in its conscious afterthought.

5:13 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I wondered which Anna and her daddy were either doing or experiencing the social work. Here I guess they are shaping it.

5:20 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

It made me think of 3 year old Joanna and her daddy trying (almost unsuccessfully) to get food at the food bank because she was wearing a pair of new Calvin Klein jeans that her great-grandmother had given her for her birthday. Fortunately, she was an articulate child and already translating for her new immigrant father. She was able to inform the kind social worker that the jeans had been a gift from Grandma. They were given food.

11:00 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: I like that back story to the poem a lot. It feels like a perfect fit.

11:05 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

It does, doesn't it? And a true story, too.

12:37 AM  

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