Organisational Management doesn’t understand that we’re hardly philosophers, let alone academics! That we have no place in a Russell Group University. That we’ll never take our place in the allotted order of things. That we’re wool-gatherers. Vague-o-nauts. That we’ll never vanquish our prevarication in the name of efficiency and effectiveness. That nothing we do is economically manageable. Or even measurably determinable.
Organisational Management will never see that we’re wasters, essentially. Deadlines mean nothing to us. Projects … forget them. We don’t know where to begin, let alone where to end. We turn corners, that’s all. We walk the corridors. We stumble over things. It’s like we’re endlessly browsing. Or scrolling. We’re drifters, in other words. Lost in our labyrinths.
Organisational Management will never know that we’re without destination. Without project or orientation. Without interests, even. Without relation to future outcomes. That we’re distracted – perpetually. That we’re only capable of being incapable. Of idling all learning outcomes. Of neutralising all determinate actions.
Our resistenceless resistance. Our powerless power. Organisational Management will never see that. We’re stupefied – that’s the thing. Imitation of real academics – that’s all we can offer. A parodic alternative. A comic suspension of growth, no development, no progress.
We can’t spell out what we’ve learnt. We can’t be sure that we’ve learnt anything at all. That’s what Organisational Management refuses to see.
Organisational Management will never grasp that we’re here only because of Cicero’s deep perversity and death drive. That Cicero brought us here to essentially destroy the university.
Work in Progress 