Publié le 31 Mai 2013

 for Lio

 

 

He loved watching The Tudors… wouldn’t have missed them for the world…

Yeah…’ I reflected ‘All those sex scenes…’ a poor single man’s porn if you ask me more than history or even adventure… how that programme had made primetime showing was beyond me… and I was no prude… if prudent… but if he was indeed single he was far from poor…

Yeah…’ he retorted ‘And the story… and the colours… the costumes…

Yeah…’ I retaliated ‘And all those sex scenes…

Yeah…’ he agreed ‘And all the sex…

 

He couldn’t help it but he had to talk about it… all the time… The Tudors every time… every call… every meeting… he would talk about them… we were rehearsing old lines now… the series had long ended showing that he was still talking about them… he would go on… and on… keep talking about them…

 

Until the day he met her…

 

He had good looks and girls certainly eyed him… but after he had sown his wild oats… he had had enough of it… girlhopping ends up more depressing with that aftertaste of unachieved love… and he most let them go… and if a man has his needs his seemed to be met in The Tudors…

 

Until the day he met her…

 

Anyone… anybody who is alone these days has one dream… ending that loneliness… and they’d rather be alone together… than alone together… they’ll go to great lengths of efforts and endeavours in the hope that… love is at the end of the line… till the end of their life…

She met him more than he met her… but still he met her… they chatted and their conversation chanced upon The Tudors… she too liked them… that was when he knew this had to be real love…

 


 Jesse CRAIGNOU

 


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Marilyn had a bag… only little did she know it…

 

How many women know how many bags they have ? No more than those who know what they have in their bags… they have so many…. And yet so few… there’s always another bag… and another… and another… another one… and another on… there’s always a prettier bag… there’s always a bigger bag… there’s always a better bag…

What’s a girl’s best bag ? The next bag !

 

But that one had a Marilyn bag… Marilyn’s bag… Marilyn…

There she was smudged printed painted on that bag… and I raised my gaze my stare to look at the girl… and the woman… looked at me and she looked like Marilyn… only like Marilyn looked when she had her good looks…

 

And I couldn’t help but wonder… what would Marilyn look like today ?

Beauty standards being what they are now and no longer those of her days… Of course Marilyn is still everywhere… probably all the more since she stayed pretty and died young… when so many to make it to later stardom… as the come of age…

 

The bag moved as the woman moved… and I realized it had indeed had better days too… all things come to pass and some are here to stay… it’s a curse in any case… those who need to go stay and those who want to stay go… you can please everybody…

 

Marilyn will never know now she had that bag… all those bags… to her name… another claim to fame…

Jesse CRAIGNOU

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Publié le 28 Mai 2013

 

 

à Cristina

 


Cristina était le genre même de fille qui avait peine à faire bonne impression… et sa petite taille était loin d’être son atout majeur… une fille réservée qui se gardait à elle-même… pour elle-même… c’était tout ce que je me rappelais d’elle… une petite fille simple et timide…

 

 

Il s’en est passé bien des années avant que je ne revoie Cristina… là devant moi… sous mes yeux… au vu et au su de tous… de tout le monde… là sur mon écran télé… elle était rayonnante… resplendissante… au fond de l’eau d’un paradis exotique… et juste comme je commençais à me souvenir de la petite fille dans le coin de la cour d’école… apeurée… effrayée de son ombre même… je la vois qui nage avec les requins… caresse les requins et même embrasse les requins !

Mieux encore que nager… elle dansait avec les requins… avec une telle grâce… une telle aisance… toute en beauté… l’étonnement laissait place au ravissement !

Et les requins venaient tous à elle… chercher… rechercher sa compagnie ses caresses… et avant même que quiconque ait réalisé la voilà qui retire son tuba et embrasse les monstre ! Tout autant que nous les requins étaient sous son charme…

Là… tels des chatons ronronnant sous sa caresse…

 

 

Incroyable !

Qui l’eut cru ? La petite fille avait maitrisé ses peurs… ses démons et les tenait en respect… par la seule force de la douceur…

Pas moi… sûrement pas moi… je ne l’aurais pas cru si je ne l’avais vu… de mes yeux vu !

Je tremblais encore des décennies après avoir vu Les Dents De La Mer et ce film d’horreur ou la fille se faisait aspirer par un monstre marin sur les toilettes de son bateau… Pas moi… À d’autres !

C’était à peine si je mettais les pieds dans le bassin gonflable des enfants… Cristina elle plongeait dans des profondeurs que je ne sonderais jamais et faisait la montre aux monstres des abysses ! Et elle semblait si heureuse d’être là… pas le moindrement du monde intimidée… c’était peut-être ce qui lui manquait dans la cour de notre école…

 

Je n’arrivais pas à m’imaginais ce que l’on pouvait avoir à l’esprit là sous l’onde d’un autre monde… en pleine ronde… avec l’animal le plus redouté de la planète…

 

Pendant un court moment, je m’imaginais requin… je me faisais requin… là sous la touche douce de sa bouche… de sa main… me laisser aller… laisser aller mon égo… mes instincts de prédateur restreints… éteints… par le lien de sa main… et tous ces requins qui venaient réclamer son attention… sans la moindre agressivité… comme en toute amitié… quand tout le monde pense que les requins n’ont pas de sentiments.

 

Mais, plus encore qu’il n’y paraissait, j’étais heureux… heureux pour elle… les filles comme Cristina finissent généralement dans un emploi sans avenir… dans un sombre bureau avec des posters de paysages marins exotiques pour seul horizon sur les murs…

 

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Publié le 27 Mai 2013

for Cristina

 


Cristina didn't seem like much to look at… a pretty petite woman… keeping herself much to herself… not letting on… not kissing and telling…

I remember… I tried to kiss her once… or twice… I remembered… a  little girl…

 

 

It was years before I saw Cristina again… there in front of me… for the world to see… on my TV screen… in full sheen… pictured under water… just I was beginning to remember the shy girl in the middle of the school yard… frighten of her own kind… and she was there… swimming with sharks ! Better than swimming she was… dancing… stroking them and they were coming to her for more… and more sharks were coming… and then before anyone had a chance to let out a word she was kissing the shark that was there under her stroke… like purring like a kitten…

 

Fancy that !

How do you imagine a thing like that ?

No way ! Not me ! Not since I’d seen jaws anyway…

I had barely just about managed to go knee high in the back garden kids inflatable swimming pool ! There had been that other film where the girl was sucked by a sea monster in her own toilet ! I couldn’t go… I couldn’t go to sleep for night after that… and there was our Cristina… sending shivers up my spine ! Looking fine she was too… not the slightest bit of fright…

 

I didn’t even have half the time to wonder what could you through a girl’s mind… on the front line… basking with the sharks…

 

 

Jesse CRAIGNOU

 

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I have never wanted to live other people’s lives…

Walk along that line… follow that path society expects us to walk along all our lives…

That drill of grow get go…

 

I wanted my life to be mine… to mine not to mime…

Not to keep up with the Joneses…

To be my own… to be my own boss… not to slave away… not to be enslaved…

I wanted my life to be own not everyone else’s… not other people’s lives…

 

Jesse CRAIGNOU

 

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Publié le 24 Mai 2013

W&M – Diana ROSS & ASHFORD & SIMPSON

 

 

If Nicholas ASHFORD and Valerie SIMPSON had been writing for a number of years when they came to meet and partner with Diana ROSS both parties certainly took a turn for the better…

 

The duo are a hallmark of classical pop and soul American music and success… turning out material for some of the greatest, most talented and most popular artists for decades, that was to top the charts for generations…

 

When Diana ROSS left the Supremes to go solo she turned a page of her history and Motown’s and America music… Motown’s music would never be the same after her departure…

 

Listening to their work again and again and over and over it is obvious that those three were just meant to meet… Some of Diana ROSS’s creations remain some of her best and most famous work to the point she had to sing them in every concert and countless shows…  We all remember Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, Reach Out And Touch and You’re All I need To Get By… to mention but a few…

 

 

Jesse CRAIGNOU

 

My book Singin' To English

 

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Publié le 21 Mai 2013

En ces temps de guerre et de haine, de révolutions sanglanttes et fratricides,

Yasmina KHADRA nous propose ici une réflection autour d'un attentat...

 

Une histoire qui pourrait sembler des plus banales dans le genre si elle était au JT

et n'était exercée de la main du maître...

 

L'intrigue passe du réel ou surréaliste et au-delà... pour finalement trouver une chute pour le moins inattendue

loin des clichés du genre... et bien loin d'une évidence qui nous crève les yeux...

 

Yasmina KHADRA a l'intelligence d'impliquer sans incriminer ni juger ses personnages

et nous invite à la réflection sur la valeur des convictions et des actes qui condamnent

souvent tant les intéressés que les innocents et les pofanes...

 

Un travail d'écriture aussi intéressant qu'intelligent, autant divertissant que philosophique.

Merci à lui.

Un livre à mettre d'urgence entre toutes les mains !

 

Jesse CRAIGNOU

 

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Publié le 21 Mai 2013

 

About my writing

 

 

Coming from a multinational multicultural family I learnt many languages and to deal with many cultures…

This has shown me the importance of words and communication.

 

Words are sweet water to my lips…

For lack of a better word I’ll make up my own if I have to… if it serves the purpose of my writing… words are all yet sometimes words are not enough…

 

From the minute I could write I wrote… and haven’t stopped yet…

My first memory of writing was at home writing my name on my little blackboard… My father came to correct it… and writing was on for me from that moment on…

 

There was a time poetry belonged in popular culture before its was held hostage by the elite…

In many respects and ways I have long felt I belong in those days…

People quoted and cited lines from poems as people today sing along the streets…

And words were their music…

 

A couple of years ago one of my students presented a piece of his work about Louise BENNETT the first Jamaican woman poet and he got me thinking on how I wish I could go back to the dawn of writing… be the first person ever to write the first book in his language… the first fiction…

 

My main interests belong in life, people and nature.

People usually don’t see the surreal aspects of their life… when I do…

 

Most of my endeavours are about communication and my writings are very oral in fact… they are meant to be heard and said more than read… even if one should indeed enjoy reading them… whether books, texts, poems or songs would easily find their way to the radio or stage… and I have recorded a few that I offer for sale now…

 

I also write for business and communication as well as for children.


 

Words 

 

Words have always been -and will always be- a major part of my life…

 

The moment I could read I read… and the moment I could write I wrote…

Words have always exercised that magic on me...

 

Words has a music of their own… Words will never let you down…

 

 

I write…

I write come what may…

I write whenever…

I write wherever…

I write…

 

I wrote… before I could even write…

 

As soon as I put pen to paper the first word is followed by another and another and another and words tag on together… and the words become my words for my greatest pleasure…

Words and I are words of a feather…

 

I look at my writing in more of an oral approach… spoken word’s the written word here… our lips are not sealed…

 

My writing evolves around not only words and ideas but also reason rhymes… sounds like poetry… imagine you’re listening… and let yourself be carried away…

My words depict the surreal side of everyday life… with all its eerie magic… riding the crest of the jagged edge between fact and fiction…

 

The music of my words is my melody…

 

Play on words play with words… play on sounds play with sounds…

 

Adaptations, articles, lyrics, musicals, poetry, scenarios, songs, texts, …

 

 

Jesse CRAIGNOU

 

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Publié le 19 Mai 2013

 

Hard of learning students… move on to some extend…

Sometimes teachers have to face ‘hard-of-learning students’…

Students who –no matter how hard they try- seem to be stuck in a rut of non-learning… they are experiencing great difficulties making it impossible for them to progress or progress much if they do progress at all…

 

This can be caused by a number of reasons… all of them to be taken into consideration by the teachers…

Motivation: are the students motivated to learn ? Does the teacher motivate them to learn and progress ?

A) some have been compelled to learn (programme, organisation, parents, …)

B) some are just not motivated by the course or the teacher…

Stress

Afraid of failing

Other source of stress (work, domestic, …)

 

Some will rashly jump at the conclusion that students who don’t learn nor progress are merely lazy or… stupid… when in fact the origin of the problem lies in the motivation… anybody can learn given a minimum work and motivation…

 

The first thing to do is to audit the students (as I explained in my Test and Audit sections)… this should detect any antagonism with third party interests and motivation…

 

One of my colleagues once sent me her teenage son to help him with his English…

She blamed her son for being lazy confessing she was at her wit’s end and he was probably stupid…

I started the job with a friendly chat asking questions and making notes… and offered to try something different… he agreed and it worked… within two hours the kid was a different person… his mother had in fact been putting so much pressure on her offspring he had ended up completely stressed out of his studies…

 

 

Motivation: are the students motivated to learn ? Does the teacher motivate them to learn and progress ?

A) some have been compelled to learn (programme, organisation, parents, …)

B) some are just not motivated by the course or the teacher…

 

There is indeed little to be done when students are forced into doing something they never wanted nor chose from the beginning… except maybe try and find another collateral source of motivation… bearing in mind that teachers are not there and will not generate basic motivation in people who do not show the least interest in the matter…

 

The second thing to do is to see what can be done and can even lead to exchange bad for good… there must be other valid and motivating reasons to learn a language (i.e. interests in arts, travel, karaoke, socialising, …) which apply to most of us and those are naturally valid alternatives and options in themselves…

 

 

Stress

Afraid of failing

Other source of stress (work, domestic, …)

 

While stress is an issue there are more ways than one to deal with stress… in the classroom and out… once the origin or cause of that stress has been identified…

It may not always be easy to identify the source or the cause of a stress, the generator of the stressed condition, although once it has been identified it is usually fairly easy to deal with it… and results can be achieved in a very short time… before they can be assessed over a longer period of time…

 

If the students prove to be stressed it is an asset that the teachers be able to exercise a stressless –or, better still, relaxing- environment and conditioning for learning… naturally music is a great partner in stress management but all the surrounding environment have to be taken into consideration… the classroom may need to be revisited, redesigned or even refurbished… the same goes for the lighting (most places are way overlit – ban neon lighting if you can), white tables in an overlit room stress the eyes and may even cause hurt and headaches, volume set too loud (often in audio and/or listening exercises, students will ask to turn the sound up thinking it’ll help their understanding… which it doesn’t… but causes stress), imbalanced activities may upset some students’ rhythms and patterns, …

 

The attitude of the teacher(s) can be a stress factor (i.e. hyperactivity, body language and postures, overconfidence, lack of faith, cross cultural differences, …)

I have by now lost count of the many students telling me that during their school years they were constantly repeated how bad they were ? I have long lost count… Sad realisation of some teachers’ attitude to students and teaching…

How can teachers expect students to trust them and progress with them if the teachers have no faith whatsoever in the potential ?

I have found that the best approach is to be both friendly and firm… and offer the students to partner in the teaching-learning team…

 

Fright of failure may be a cause of stress…

Younger students and other students also exposed to a short-term examination are often under a lot of stress… often from parents or bosses…

In most cases, I have found they work too much -and don’t take time to relax (also part of the memorisation process)- or have bad or imbalanced work patterns… which can easily be rethought and rearranged…

 

Stress may go further back and find its causes in work-related or domestic origins…

Those students will need to think about talking this out with their colleagues and employers… while others are going through a (difficult) divorce or major illness… or experiencing financial dire straits… or still under medication with strong side effects…

 

Whatever the cause or the origin of the stress, it must be dealt with so as to yield way for learning…

 

Other ‘hard-of-learning’ students may not have mentioned they are colour blind or poorly sighted or dyslexic or even hard of hearing… some may not even be aware of it…

I recently had a chat with a friend who was describing one of his employees as difficult and stubborn… and not liking her job… not ready to follow instructions…

 

The further he went into the description the more signs I recognize of a minor form of autism or could it be that extra chromosome… I advised him to send his employee in for a few tests… and given the qualities autistic people may have there could have be a much better use of her talent in the company if that was the case…

 

A few years ago one of my students came to see halfway through the year to tell me he was dyslexic… he hadn’t told me before and felt he was delaying the progress of the class (he was one of my best students in that group)… I told him I hadn’t noticed anything and there seemed to be nothing wrong with him… and he certainly wasn’t causing the class to drag along… he merely answered that dyslexic people have a way of turning situations to their advantage… and he certainly did for one !

 

One of my clients once told me about his assistant… who wasn’t responding to requests, wouldn’t follow orders properly and acted irresponsible… three years after starting in the company he was beyond recognition… and communication…

I suggested we did a mirror game act and I would play him if he would play his assistant’s role… it then became clear that he was dealing with his right hand in such a way that he was unable to work properly for want of a little peace and understanding…

 

Those are things I normally ask at the first meeting when dealing with the correction of the test and setting of objectives…

 

I always make sure I know exactly what my students like... so I can always use that to theirs advantage in my approach... there's more than one way to skin a cat... and there's more than one way to teach English ! 

 

 

Jesse CRAIGNOU

 

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Publié le 19 Mai 2013

 

They call them penpushers and I long thought it applied to me. Pushing my pen as I was…

A writer writing pushes his pen along the paper to the whims of his inspiration.

 

But then if I am but a penpusher I’m only just as good as a weight lifter pumping iron… No that couldn’t do that couldn’t be it that wasn’t me…

 

So I thought of myself as a pendrawer. That was more like it !

I drew my pen. I drew. As I was writing I was drawing the picture depicted by my words… to put people in the picture and to complete the picture my pen was running along behind my thoughts in a crawling scrawling scribbling motion movement moving… grooving the paper with doodling scribblings writings weighing down on the pulp for fiction and non fiction allegations statements of a stateless life… I draw…

 

The mere craft of penpushing raised to the fine art of drawing writing painting paper with words of madness words of wisdom ranting and raving about man and his madness about nature and its nation

 

Push pull tug of war of the pen I’m pushing under the paper I’m drawing

If I stretch what will I reach ?

 

Writing and righting wriggling and wringing words with the sole aim of no avail… raining down on people’s emotions…

Pushing my pen is pushing my luck… and as luck would have with a little luck I’d even be in luck and find a fair hearing in your ears…

Push push reach stretch push… all the way to your heart… darting those words at you so you can feel what I feel… feel how I feel… feel real… feel free to tell fact from fiction… and if I can’t find my way to you… my words to you then I’ll have to go back to the drawing board… all in a day’s work…

 

 

Jesse CRAIGNOU

 

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