Early morning in the library
Trying to find the rhymes to say
Why I’m, with my books beside me,
Ethno method oli day?
‘They’re not proper words’ you might think,
Merely noises on the way,
On the way to where they might be
Yes, its an ethnomethodology day. And that was, sort of, a sociology poem.
All’s well here – and I’ll get on with my work now!
More of this, but better, at ‘Fieldnotes for Utopia: University Stories’