Showing posts with label films. Show all posts
Showing posts with label films. Show all posts

April 30, 2021

120/365

crazy day:
seven thirty- ran a grade level meeting.
eight - covered a mentor class.
eight twenty- taught an english class
on the power of revision and making tough choices.
nine to two-twenty- five classes talking
about the impact of sexual explicit media on
seventh graders:
key ideas:
sexually explicit images and media
are easily accessible through social media
and can promote harmful gender stereotypes.

learners will be able to:
    describe what are sexually explicit media
    (pornography) (knowledge)
    explain that sexually explicit media
    often portrays men, women
    and sexual relations unrealistically (knowledge);
    identify and demonstrate ways to
    talk to a trusted adult
    about sexually explicit media (skill).

curiosity: accidentally or intentionally
ending up on a website.
misleading messages:
    bigger is better
    duration of sex
    woman only exist
    to give men pleasure
sex: intimacy respect and trust
violent images- scary or disturbing
realistic healthy loving
sexual relationships
between equal partners
talk to an adult you trust.

after school-
picked up the kitten up from
being spayed and put her in a sock
to save her from the cone-
we screamed and laughed—
she looks intellectual,
cute and smart.

martini, pyjamas, pizza
family movie night
about a dysfunctional family.
little miss sunshine
and a few f-bombs.
an endearing message
about not fitting in.

and now-
late,
a whisky with cherries
and sufjan stevens,
i’ll leave it to you
to bring
the meaning.

March 6, 2021

65/365

the lights fade
the currents reveal more screen
the previews start
the feeling of familiar nostalgia settles in

all those hours at the cinema
all the stories
in which i’ve been immersed
every time is a new promise
a journey into the self.

on this early saturday evenings
we sat as a family
in the flickering glow
of a projector.

connecting to a
korean farmer in arkansas,
reminded to my own past
as an immigrant child
with parents fighting
over money
and a visiting grand mother
and the need to stay connected
to a fading culture
as the wave of assimilation
threaten to crash over us all.

we are the same
all of us
in a theater
lost in the reverie of film.

“i’m proud of you.”
i tell my kids in the car
on the way home.

“watching a film paced
like that is not easy for
kids your age.”

they say nothing
as they lose themselves in their phones
again.

one them is the dj
playing a song for us
as the sun sets  
over singapore.