Education For Leisure

Today I am going to kill something. Anything.
I have had enough of being ignored and today
I am going to play God. It is an ordinary day,
a sort of grey with boredom stirring in the streets.

I squash a fly against the window with my thumb.
We did that in school. Shakespeare. It was in
another language and now the fly is in another language.
I breathe out talent on the glass to write my name.

I am a genius. I could be anything at all, with half
the chance. But today I am going to change the world.
Something’s world. The cat avoids me. The cat
knows I am a genius and has hidden itself.

I pour the goldfish down the bog. I pull the chain.
I see that it is good. The budgie is panicking.
Once a fortnight. I walk the two miles into town
for a signing on. They don’t appreciate my autograph.

There is nothing left to kill. I dial the radio
and tell the man he’s talking to a superstar.
He cuts me off. I get our bread-knife and go out.
The pavements glitter suddenly. I touch your arm.

General Analysis

Title

“Education for Leisure” shows that the school’s education seems to be only to keep the children occupied during class and not to actually prepare them for their future life. Therefore, Carol Ann Duffy views the education in schools as “Leisure”
It also shows the irony of education during Margaret Thatcher’s time as the PM of the UK.
The lack of education needed for a proper career resulted in people becoming idle and anti-social due to unemployment

Line by Line Analysis

Today I am going to kill something. Anything.

I have had enough of being ignored

I am going to play God.

It is an ordinary day

a sort of grey with boredom stirring in the streets


I squash a fly against the window with my thumb.

Shakespeare.

It was in
another language

And now the fly is in another language

I breathe out talent on the glass to write my name


I am a genius.

I can be anything at all, with half
the chance.

But today I am going to change the world

Something’s world. The cat avoids me

The cat
knows I am a genius and has hidden itself


I pour the goldfish down the bog. I pull the chain.

I see that it is good.

Once a fortnight, I walk the two miles into town
for a signing on.

They don’t appreciate my autograph


There is nothing left to kill.

I dial the radio
and tell the man he’s talking to a superstar.

He cuts me off.

I get our bread knife and go out.

The pavements glitter suddenly

I touch your arm.

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