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A Critical Accountants lament
Critical Perspectives on Accounting (2000) 11, 335–336 doi:10.1006/cpac.1999.0419 Available online at http://www.idealibrary.com on
A Critical Accountant's lament I am a Critical Accountant. Now, that gives me some intellectual clout! I did go through the stuffy professional exams. And, to be honest They weren't too hard, Though I wasn't one of those Who sailed through In fact, I never felt entirely comfortable with the accounting scene, The big firms, the stuffy offices. Now at least I've seen both sides of the coin. Oh yes. I decided it was academia for me. Thoughts! Intellect! Grey matter! To get away from those sad, unreflecting sheep Who bleat their predestined path to the grave. . . Of course, I didn't have much grounding in philosophy. But I've been trying hard to catch up: I've now read excerpts of Gramsci, Derrida and Foucault, But in translation of course. They say it's better In the original language. But who cares? I'm familiar with the arguments, the theology Of my new church. Power struggles, patriarchy, cultural imperialism, class war, Gender war, structural inequality, Marx, The radical critique, postmodernism, deconstruction All trip off my tongue, But then melt Immediately Like a snowflake on boiling water.
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The problem, you see, is that No-one outside seems to be listening. We debate the hierarchies of cherubim and seraphim While all the time the real world keeps spinning, Leaving me an angry, not-so-young man. When all I wanted Was an interesting life, And a nice wife. David O’ Regan
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A Critical Accountant's lament I am a Critical Accountant. Now, that gives me some intellectual clout! I did go through the stuffy professional exams. And, to be honest They weren't too hard, Though I wasn't one of those Who sailed through In fact, I never felt entirely comfortable with the accounting scene, The big firms, the stuffy offices. Now at least I've seen both sides of the coin. Oh yes. I decided it was academia for me. Thoughts! Intellect! Grey matter! To get away from those sad, unreflecting sheep Who bleat their predestined path to the grave. . . Of course, I didn't have much grounding in philosophy. But I've been trying hard to catch up: I've now read excerpts of Gramsci, Derrida and Foucault, But in translation of course. They say it's better In the original language. But who cares? I'm familiar with the arguments, the theology Of my new church. Power struggles, patriarchy, cultural imperialism, class war, Gender war, structural inequality, Marx, The radical critique, postmodernism, deconstruction All trip off my tongue, But then melt Immediately Like a snowflake on boiling water.
335
The problem, you see, is that No-one outside seems to be listening. We debate the hierarchies of cherubim and seraphim While all the time the real world keeps spinning, Leaving me an angry, not-so-young man. When all I wanted Was an interesting life, And a nice wife. David O’ Regan
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