Oh my God. I felt him. I am a teacher. I am at the point of changing careers. You probably would not understand the extent of how much this video has dug into my core. Thank you for posting this. I would like to share it myself, if you don't mind. Thank you.
Maia, thank you so much for illustrating what I love about the sharing of social media. And I love how that video dug into your core ... mine too. I wish he taught my children. I wish I was a teacher.
I just saw this video a few weeks ago! It's fantastic. My sister is in her first year of teaching special education! There is no price on education, teachers are so under valued.
I needed this! Teachers are scapegoated here in Michigan for being greedy and thankless and listening to Mali inspires me. Thank you for having this up on your website!
I think what I liked about this one ... and it just came to word now while writing this comment ... is that it applies to everyone who works with children. Absolutely, of course, to teachers ... Eden, I don't know how the hell they do their jobs ... I could more easily go into brain surgery than I could be a teacher. It is a true and amazing calling in every sense of the word and it's not celebrated, respected, honored and appreciated nearly as it should be. I have to look no further than my own kids to see it in eye-bleeding detail. What I just realized right now is that this resonated so deeply with me because I feel the same way about my parenting ... how people only give lip service to supporting the paren-in-the-vomit-covered-trenches, but IN YOUR FACE ... to do it well is SOOOOOOOO much harder than it gets credit for. Not that I need attention and respect, it is it's own reward ... but GOD ... the assholes get me down on a bad day (and I betcha Taylor knows exactly what I mean).
Please tell me you watched this one, too:
Depression, Too, Is A Kind Of Fire
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESrzN-JkKsM
Eden, you would be an awesome poetry slammer. Check Taylor out on wikipedia and follow him on FB.
I hope you are well. Been thinking of you constantly and asking Mike (not my DH) to wrap his arms around you.
"it just came to word now while writing this comment"
I've got momma brain today, big time. I meant, I was finally able to articulate it just now ... at the time I first saw it, it was just sheer, unprocessed recognition.
We walked into a Panera Bread (a soup and sandwich/bakery joint) this afternoon for what was supposed to be a little treat after a couple of hectic weeks. Simultaneously, I get hit in the face with ... insane amounts of ambient noise (there was a Mary Kay convention lunching today, the place was filled with perfectly coifed, manicured, skinny women in little polical wifey suits and too much make up), three kids all trying to tell me something while I'm squinting at the menu to see if they have my most favorite soup in the world (one of the rare foods I am passionate about that isn't a dietary no-no), Mike whining about how in the world are we going to find a table, my own stomach growling because it was almost 2pm and I hadn't eaten all day and a cashier barking at me over and over and over like a drill seargent herding cats, "NEXT come here please! NEXT come over here please" and as I'm trying to walk toward her station, I'm trying not to cut people off or trip over Dylan and in the back of my mind I'm trying to make sure no one is getting lost or being rude. Then I had to order ... which is more complicated than calculus for six people at this restaurant. Then I had to pick up the food, figure out how to arrange the two tiny cafe tables we scored, gran a high chair smear cream cheese on a bagel, answer four unrelated and bizarre or annoying questions -- at an age appropriate level -- all the while trying not to bark at anyone in a way that stopped conversations around me or attracted (negative) attention to us for me seeming mentally off. I was vibrating by the time I sat down. I thought of you.
Palemother. I read your comments about being in a crowded cafe with too many people ... as I was in a crowded kids playcentre with too many people. We were united I tell you.
I can't watch this video enough. So passionate, fire in his belly. Teaching - and nursing, are two of the most under-rated jobs on the planet.
And Taylor is this whole amazing person, utterly inspiring. Watching him has made me want to be like him. Watching him has made me realise ... I am a performance poet too. I was born one ... we all were. And I haven't even written one to perform yet, but there will be many. And I can't wait.
Ha - this was uploaded to You Tube over four years ago, and has had more than two million hits. Who knew?
ReplyDeleteYet, it's still getting discovered by white western women, squirreled away on their computers late at night, trying to make sense of the world.
Oh my God. I felt him. I am a teacher. I am at the point of changing careers. You probably would not understand the extent of how much this video has dug into my core. Thank you for posting this. I would like to share it myself, if you don't mind. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMaia, thank you so much for illustrating what I love about the sharing of social media. And I love how that video dug into your core ... mine too. I wish he taught my children. I wish I was a teacher.
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ReplyDeleteNice blog, I read it every day. My blog www.coleccionmarcapaginas.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteI have always loved him. Especially being a teacher by trade, BUT, I have never watched his other videos.
ReplyDeleteYOU MUST watch this one Eden and let me know what you think.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OonDPGwAyfQ&feature=player_embedded
PLEASE let me know if it made you smile.
I just saw this video a few weeks ago! It's fantastic. My sister is in her first year of teaching special education! There is no price on education, teachers are so under valued.
ReplyDeletegoosebumps.
ReplyDeletewhat an eloquent, intelligent man who can make anyone PROUD they chose to be a teacher.
Thank you, Eden.
I friend of mine did this poem for his performance group/contest in 2002. I've loved Mali forever! I'm glad he's making the circuit again!
ReplyDeleteI needed this! Teachers are scapegoated here in Michigan for being greedy and thankless and listening to Mali inspires me. Thank you for having this up on your website!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this post edenland, what an inspirational vid.
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ReplyDeleteHaving done a fair share of teaching myself, it's nice to hear someone answer that question with such passion. Thanks for posting and cool blog!
ReplyDeleteI think what I liked about this one ... and it just came to word now while writing this comment ... is that it applies to everyone who works with children. Absolutely, of course, to teachers ... Eden, I don't know how the hell they do their jobs ... I could more easily go into brain surgery than I could be a teacher. It is a true and amazing calling in every sense of the word and it's not celebrated, respected, honored and appreciated nearly as it should be. I have to look no further than my own kids to see it in eye-bleeding detail. What I just realized right now is that this resonated so deeply with me because I feel the same way about my parenting ... how people only give lip service to supporting the paren-in-the-vomit-covered-trenches, but IN YOUR FACE ... to do it well is SOOOOOOOO much harder than it gets credit for. Not that I need attention and respect, it is it's own reward ... but GOD ... the assholes get me down on a bad day (and I betcha Taylor knows exactly what I mean).
ReplyDeletePlease tell me you watched this one, too:
Depression, Too, Is A Kind Of Fire
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESrzN-JkKsM
Eden, you would be an awesome poetry slammer. Check Taylor out on wikipedia and follow him on FB.
I hope you are well. Been thinking of you constantly and asking Mike (not my DH) to wrap his arms around you.
XXOO
My dearest friend, an amazing teacher of 25 years, is going through tough times with budget cuts. This made me cry as it hit way to close to home!
ReplyDelete"it just came to word now while writing this comment"
ReplyDeleteI've got momma brain today, big time. I meant, I was finally able to articulate it just now ... at the time I first saw it, it was just sheer, unprocessed recognition.
We walked into a Panera Bread (a soup and sandwich/bakery joint) this afternoon for what was supposed to be a little treat after a couple of hectic weeks. Simultaneously, I get hit in the face with ... insane amounts of ambient noise (there was a Mary Kay convention lunching today, the place was filled with perfectly coifed, manicured, skinny women in little polical wifey suits and too much make up), three kids all trying to tell me something while I'm squinting at the menu to see if they have my most favorite soup in the world (one of the rare foods I am passionate about that isn't a dietary no-no), Mike whining about how in the world are we going to find a table, my own stomach growling because it was almost 2pm and I hadn't eaten all day and a cashier barking at me over and over and over like a drill seargent herding cats, "NEXT come here please! NEXT come over here please" and as I'm trying to walk toward her station, I'm trying not to cut people off or trip over Dylan and in the back of my mind I'm trying to make sure no one is getting lost or being rude. Then I had to order ... which is more complicated than calculus for six people at this restaurant. Then I had to pick up the food, figure out how to arrange the two tiny cafe tables we scored, gran a high chair smear cream cheese on a bagel, answer four unrelated and bizarre or annoying questions -- at an age appropriate level -- all the while trying not to bark at anyone in a way that stopped conversations around me or attracted (negative) attention to us for me seeming mentally off. I was vibrating by the time I sat down. I thought of you.
As a teacher, I've heard this before, but each time I hear it, I still ROAR!
ReplyDeleteWe Make A Difference. Daily.
Palemother. I read your comments about being in a crowded cafe with too many people ... as I was in a crowded kids playcentre with too many people. We were united I tell you.
ReplyDeleteI can't watch this video enough. So passionate, fire in his belly. Teaching - and nursing, are two of the most under-rated jobs on the planet.
And Taylor is this whole amazing person, utterly inspiring. Watching him has made me want to be like him. Watching him has made me realise ... I am a performance poet too. I was born one ... we all were. And I haven't even written one to perform yet, but there will be many. And I can't wait.
XOX
"Watching him has made me realise ... I am a performance poet too"
ReplyDeleteYes, you are babe. An amazing one.
XXOO
I've been a fan of Mali's for a long time now. He has an amazing way of making people think about the things they say (or don't say)!
ReplyDeleteLove it. I am surrounded by family and friends who teach. The uproar in the US right now about teachers making "too much" disgusts me beyond words.
ReplyDeleteThank you, teachers. I appreciate you.
Thank you, teachers, you're doing a great job
ReplyDeleteHi:) That was a cool video. Inspiring...I home school and I don't think I have that fire but I should.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the blog of note...awesome!! I've enjoyed your writing!
Thanks:)
I invited you to my blog
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