On Friday I
delivered an Ignite talk at the CIPD Northern Area Partnership conference
(#cipdnap16) - something I mentioned in my previous blog post. I did something
unusual and delivered my Ignite as a poem.
A 10 minute poem on
the subject of Amazing Workplaces.
In this blog I'll talk about why, and will try to answer some of the questions I've been asked since. If you're interested in the video recreation of the Ignite talk, skillfully done by Ady Howes, here it is.
As soon as @HR_Gem
asked me to do the talk back in mid January I was keen to do it, and
immediately thought of doing it in rhyme. I'm not entirely sure why.
Surprisingly writing
the poem wasn't that hard. I had four months, and wrote a couple of lines or so
each day. I've written poetry before but only for loved ones on Valentine's Day
and birthdays and so on. This was my first poem on a professional issue and
certainly my first public performance of one.
The hardest thing
was trusting my own judgement. I felt it would be well received but I also knew
it could go very wrong, and I wanted to check it out with the organisers but
thought they'd either laugh at me or talk me out of it. I was conscious that there
were some big name speakers and many with a strong academic pedigree, and I
didn't think my whimsical poetry would fit with these heavyweights.
So it was hard to
trust my instincts on this, and also very hard to keep my own secret. I wanted
the element of surprise so didn't tell anyone other than my fiancé what I was
doing (and she quickly bored of hearing the poem too). I really wanted to tell a
few key people but couldn't risk it.
In the weeks
beforehand I cracked a little. Phil Willcox was putting together a OneDirection parody and asked fellow speakers for lyrics. Of course my entire
Ignite speech was in rhyme and lent itself very well to song, so I sent him a
few and asked if he would keep my secret as a result. He did, and I'm grateful
to him for that as well as for the opportunity to appear in the video,
something I loved doing.
I'm towards the end.
See if you can spot that I filmed it in my pyjamas. All I did was wear a
different hat a few times to spice it up. I enjoyed this very much though!
So NAP came along. I
was attending the Friday only, and had brought my fiancé and youngest child
with me - they had a day in York whilst I was at the conference and gala
dinner, and we had Saturday as a family round York. This gave the whole event a
different feel but to be honest I loved this conference even without having my
family there. It had a real family and very friendly feel and I lost count of
the number of people who commented that they got as much value from the
networking and catching up with people as they did the workshops.
It was all very well
organised and ran exceptionally well.
And then it was my
turn.
On stage as we were
getting prepared I decided I couldn't keep my own secret any more and told
David D'Souza and Tim Scott my plan. They looked mildly amused but a bit
nonplussed and I don't think they knew I was for real.
Probably they
thought I was mad.
And in fact so did
I.
I had prepared two
versions of my Ignite, in case I chickened out. The slides were the same but
the spoken versions were different. One was the poem obviously but the other
was more traditional presentation style, and I'd practiced both. It was only
partway through the afternoon when I realised I was on last, the very last
thing of the day in fact, that I decided to do the poem version as I figured if
people hated it at least I'd not be embarrassed for long.
So off I went.
I'd practiced loads
beforehand as I usually do, and knew my timings down to the second almost.
It was amazing to
watch people's reactions from the stage as, one by one, they gradually realised
that my rhyme wasn't accidental, and went beyond a couple of lines, and that I
was really doing the whole thing as a poem.
My phone was in
front of me on the lectern as I had the stopwatch active to manage my time, but
this was bad as Twitter notifications kept flashing up as people tweeted about
what I was doing, and with that and the nearby Tweetbeam on screens it was easy
to see that I was having a strong reaction from the audience and VERY tempting
to read these to see whether people loved or hated it, but I had to keep going
and hope for the best.
Peoples facial
expressions were priceless and were the encouragement I needed. These told me I
was doing the right thing!
And then it was over
and I vaguely remember everyone clapping and have a hazy recollection of
answering two questions in the closing Q&A, but I can not remember what the
questions were or my answers.
People seemed to
like it very much. More than I'd hoped they might.
Talking to people
immediately afterwards and then at the gala dinner afterwards people seemed to
appreciate the different style of delivery, but more than a few people said
that rhyme reminded them of being children and listening to nursery rhymes,
with the intonation and musical quality to the words aiding retention and
impact.
Perhaps.
But as long as
people enjoyed it that's the main thing. I made some people smile, laugh, and some might remember a few things.
I was asked to
record it and have, so others can see it.
I've been asked to
repeat it at other conferences and may, as long as there's demand for it. And
in the future I may do other poetry. But this one was special to me. It drew on
a lot of personal experience and was making the point that, in HR, we have the
tools to create the best workplace we've ever known, but I'm somewhat ashamed
that I didn't use my powers when they were needed most, and stood by whilst others blew down my house of cards. This is a theme I'll return to in a later blog.
Like all the best
songs, there was a lot of me in there.
Am I the HR Poet now instead of the HR Triathlete? Maybe there's room for both.
I was genuinely
taken aback by, and humbled by, the reactions people had and the lovely things
they said afterwards.
But back with my
family, my fiancé was already bored to tears by it even before NAP and didn't
want to listen to me go on about how well it had gone, she wanted her partner
back as she'd had to cart our youngest round York all day solo. My youngest child was too young to understand and just wanted to play and cuddle. My
older two children weren't bothered in the slightest. It's been Fathers Day and
they are only bothered about my ability as a father. I've even seen my own
parents today and they didn't mention it (although they did ask if we had a
nice time in York). None of my friends or sporting connections had a clue and
weren't bothered either. And no one from work is active enough on social media
to even know I was speaking let alone that it went well. I suspect no one will
mention it to me at work this week.
Am I in the echo
chamber of which Simon Heath speaks?
Back to the day job.
So I had a blast. It
was a great conference. And I was right to trust my instincts and attempt
something different.
To quote a line from
the poem, "I've done it before and I'll do it again".
Till next time…
Gary