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The post fieldwork blues

Are you doing fieldwork as part of your PhD?

This post is by Michelle Redman-MacLaren, who is passionate about working in the Pacific, especially with women. She is currently undertaking a PhD about the impact of male circumcision for women in PNG, including women’s risk of HIV transmission. Michelle and colleagues are also exploring faith-based responses to HIV and research capacity strengthening PNG and Solomon Islands.

If you are preparing to undertake your fieldwork for your PhD, have been on a field trip for your PhD or maybe you are in the middle of fieldwork right now, either way this post is for you. And it has the distintion of being our first post to contain an original poem 🙂

I have just returned from fieldwork in the wonderful, scary, full-on adventure that is Papua New Guinea, a small nation in the South Pacific with the overused but apt byline, ‘The Land of the Unexpected’. A 1.5 hour flight from my home town of Cairns, Australia transports me to this amazing country with over 800 languages, incredible cultural and spiritual diversity, some personal risk and many more wonderful opportunities.

Coming back to Australia from PNG brings on the blues.

I love being ‘in the field’.  I learn so much more when in situ, there is so much action, I have instant feedback about ideas and observations, build amazing relationships, speak in a different language with material for writing thick descriptions everywhere I move!

Coming back to the rarified university environment after such an experience is a real downer. The return is hard. Literature seems boring and one-dimensional in comparison. Some of it may be culture shock, but I suspect not as I have been visiting or living in Melanesia on and off for 20 years. The real problem is that I have had trouble settling down to my PhD since I have come back.

The implications for me are:

This poem captures some of these implications (written upon my recent return to Australia).

Post Fieldwork Blues

I’m back home

to my loved ones

my cat, my barista.

Clean nails, quiet streets.

Water runs, phone rings

but the night is empty

Little family, couple or person

alone

Each in their big house

TV on, internet flashing

One, by one, by one

All in a row.

 

I breathe you in chaos

As the field returns

Swirling, swinging, memory to memory

Busyness to busyness

Images whoosh, rush,

Scream on in

Red teeth spitting, bus brakes screeching

Women gardening, men gossiping

Bright colours mismatched

Against the backdrop of blue.

Pikininis play, a Milo can their ball

Clanging on the rocky, potholed street.

We women walk hand-in-hand

The drains are dug and redug, the path eclipsed by

mud, even now between my toes.

 

As evening falls, harmonic singing begins

Food is consumed, laughter is shared

A fight is heard down the street.

The night settles, guitar softly strummed

Fragrant frangipani fog.

 

How will I write this? How is this new?

Defensible, academic it must be

I want to return

To share in some more.

My soul and blank page

Are unsettled.

So what can be done to turn around the post fieldtrip blues? How do I integrate the experience and get on with the task of writing the PhD? A few ideas that have worked for me include:

What is it like for those doing PhDs who go home to do fieldwork and then return to Australia or other countries to continue study? What do you miss about home? What are you glad to get back to?

And for those who hated their field work, felt unsafe, had a bad experience, felt lonely, that the place was nothing like they imagined? What was coming home like for you? Does knowing the field well make a difference to the post field trip experience (and the subsequent disruption to post fieldwork PhD activity)?

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