Let's start from ... last night, more or less this time last night.
This morning I was exhausted, weakend by the desease, but got up and got ready to be at school in time. No regular lessons because the students had organized activities for the Holocaust Remembrance Day ... Lest We Forget. Could I stay at home? No, I went. Feeling dizzy and unstable, I tried to do my best and concentrate on the series of poems, slides, songs, literary passage readings, video interviews and movie clips they had prepared. Could I miss the chance to revalue my spoilt kids once I had the chance? They did a good job, for once they were not the lazy, unmotivated kids to blame but young people to appreciate. And I was glad to do it. Lest We Forget, a poem to reflect on:
Holocaustby Sudeep Pagedar
- Selected Poems
How do youexplain that termto a ten-year old boywho, one day,hears it mentionedby some relatives?
And even ifyou do manageto make himunderstand what itactually does mean,do you alsotell him thatbecause he is
A GERMAN JEW,
perhaps, some day,he might beincluded in it...?
Or should hejust not betold, so thathe remains calmand doesn't losesleep over it?
But what is sleep,in front of death?Perhaps Death is greater,perhaps the two are the same;we do not know yetbut we'll know, by the end of the day;the Chambers are yet some hours away.
"To die, to sleep...to sleep, perchance to dream..."
How did Shakespeare realize that?Did he know some Jewwho was persecuted too?Perhaps he was wrong,maybe he was right...Anyway, I suspect we'll find outby tonight.
Curious coincidence: while reading from, on and about Bronte and Gaskell for my lessons, I happened to find this article online: "Charlotte Bronte’s lost love letters to married professor were preserved by his wife". Of course, I'm not going to discuss such intimate matters with my students tomorrow but I've been thinking over and over about the cold picture we wrongly get of the eldest Bronte sister from her official biographies (Gaskell's especially) and how different, how fragile and human she becomes through these letters. Her passionate, improperly brave pursuit of a married man makes her quite modern and strong willed, not the pious , almost frigid inhabitant of a desolate Yorkshire parsonage someone might have wrongly perceived . Sad, moving and touching that she could at least be fully herself through her characters. Jane Eyre could fulfill her dream after much suffering and Charlotte through her. As for Villette, at least Lucy's love was requited ... Good night. Off to sleep. I have to work hard tomorrow so I must really go now.