Sep. 12th, 2006

maeve66: (Louise Michel)
Oh, god, I love my job. I mean, administering an endless stream of CELDT tests is daunting and horrid, but... but the teaching is fucking so FUN. These were the kids I wanted to teach when I moved to Oakland, even though my seven year sojourn in West Oakland, teaching the grandchildren of Panthers was wonderful in lots of ways. Painful and awful in lots of other ways, though not many of those had to do with the students.

But... but... we're looking at and making poetry right now, as I sort out what their reading levels are and all, and journalling. They journal first thing when they come into class, and I learn all sorts of fascinating things from what they write. I've always liked that as an assignment, for that reason. Some students find it a new way of handling their emotions and what's preoccupying them. Some just write to get it over with, and it still has good effects in that case.

This morning and afternoon, though, I had promised them I would bring in some music. I've already sung various songs for them, because I'll basically do anything in a class if I think it relates. Anything. So. I played them the Coup's Wear Clean Draws just because I like it. There's no real poetic lesson in The Coup, or at least in that song. But I wanted them to hear it.

And then I played Leon Gieco's Solo le pido a Dios. The morning class was underwhelmed. They have higher English fluency and many of them were born here. It didn't speak to them, and they weren't aware that it might have, to their parents. In the afternoon class, at least four kids were singing along (with me). Two others asked who sang it* and were clearly affected by it. It's a beautiful song. I wish I could link to it. It also illustrates repetition of both phrases and ideas, so it's good for talking about poetic forms. Here are some of the words:

Solo le pido a Dios
Que el dolor no me sea indiferente
Que la reseca muerte no me encuentre
vacia y solo sin haber hecho lo suficiente

Solo le pido a Dios
Que el injusto no me sea indiferente
Que no me ofrecer la otra mejilla
despues de que una garra me arana esta suerte

Solo le pido a Dios
Que la guerra no me sea indiferente
Es un monstruo grande y pisa fuerte
Toda la pobre inocencia de la gente

Es un monstruo grande y pisa fuerte
Toda la pobre inocencia de la gente


*Leon Gieco is an Argentine pop folk artist who wrote and sang against the dictatorship. He has links to the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo, the mothers' activist organization around the disappeared.

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