Sunday, December 28, 2014

Educating means loving.



Educating means loving. In the hardest times of  winter, the grass grows under the drifting snow. Tenderness must also grow under a cape of discretion and good sense. But tenderness must exists, because tenderness means the highest plenitude of human being. As a teachers, we must offer tenderness besides austerity of feelings. 
Educating means stopping, amazed, in front some deities who don't know they are deities, who ignore their greatness. Every day. Every hour. Educating means watching those that seem little, and realizing that those are great, big, immense. The job of educating is such a great privilege that it moves spontaneously towards the responsibility and respect.

What's going on when I work as a teacher? What's going on here? In fact, a teacher is only a guide. What really exists is the learning process. Pupil is the only one who really do something. He, or she, learns; takes a truth, an habit, an attittude... He or she takes out of his or her inner his or her real identity. Teacher only points out some possibilities, some directions... and spreads enthusiasm. The teacher must be a master of enthusiasm.


Thursday, December 18, 2014

Interview to myself.



This is a practice of my learning english. I appreciate corrections.

1.- Tell me something you’re proud of.

I'm proud of nothing in my life. It would be better to say that I'm grateful. Yes... because all the things I have achieved come from the chance. I've had the opportunity of reaching many aims, a lot of objectives. I've had the tools, the means to get my wishes. I've had to strive to achieve what I have wanted, but... the capacity of striving is also a skill. This skill originates from genetic inheritance, from my parent's education, from the first childhood experiences... The ability of fighting, of working, of striving, of struggling... is a random inheritance.

-Yes… but… there are men and women that when they have the chance of achieving their aims… they don’t do… In this sense It would mean that people have merit or demerit according to their sloth or they effort…
-But why are they sloth or industrious? Do they decide it? And if they decide it? Why do they decide it? Can they decide any other thing? Are they capables for deciding any other thing? The capacity for deciding the right decission is also a gift, a skill. I can not be proud of this skill, because this skill depends on many random reasons.

2.- What makes you think you could do your job?

I have always had many difficulties to understand the lessons teachers taught me... because many of them were very bad teachers. I have overcome the obstacles they have put on my learning path, and so I know what a teacher must not do, what a teacher must do, how must he speak, how must he dominate the group, what difficulties the group is going to find, what weak points I have to attack... And I know all these things through the mistakes and the clumsiness of my old teachers.

3. What kind of leadership qualities do you have?

I don’t believe in leaderships. I think that the teacher of course must command. And a teacher of children, of young people, have a lot of skills to command without authoritarianism. Perhaps he will have to show his autority the first day, or the first week… but afterwards, the authority will have to diminish… The teacher is older, is wiser, should be more empathetic than any of his pupils… all this skills allow him to work without a constant use of authority. I think leadership is an important matter when we are talking about groups of persons that have a similar age and matureness. A teacher must be a bit like a father… by my point of view.

4.- Why did you leave your last job?

Well, really, I left it voluntarily. I was sitting on the top of a hydrochloric acid tank, in Madrid, under a burden august sun, and I told my self “What I’m doing here? Working day by day only to produce paper? Sheets of paper that will be thrown to the ground of the streets? All my mind, my skills, my empathy, my poetry, my humanity… sacrificed to enrich the bank accounts of the owners of this factory?” After these thoughts, I decided to be a writter and a teacher, and I got off the tank, and went to the personnel department to say that I went away.

5.- Do you have any skills or hobbies you think might be useful for this job?

Yes. I write. I like to imagine situations. I like to invent games, strategies. I like to work the times and the staging of a class. I like young people. I like the way of being of the children. Teens, preteens. I think that they have skills that afterwards they will loose, interesting skills… creativity, spontaneity, happiness, essential sincerity (not about details but about feelings) they usually don’t use a mask, it’s easy for me to know what are their feelings, and how are their thoughts… this ease makes my work more simple.

6.- What do you think is your greatest fault?

I’m too self-dependent, too self-contained, too self-sufficient… and so… It’s no easy for me to relate with adult people, with contributors… In general, in my life, not only in my job, my wishes of independace and freedom push me to break relations with friends or with people that don’t accept a high level of freedom in a relation. I’m happy alone. I like people but if I have to choose between people and freedom I preffer freedom. So… I have very few friends, but I’m happy.

7.- How do you feel about spending time away from home?

It’s very important for me to live usually in my home, with my family. I could sporadically travel far away, but no more than a week every three months. I preffer time than money. I preffer a job with a low salary but a lot of free time than a job with a high salary but many busy hours in a day.

8.- What do you see yourself doing in five year’s time?


The same than now, but in english. I like what I do, more than any other job in the world. I am where I want to be. If I won the lottery, I would do what I’m doing. But if the life changed in the future, I’m sure I would find a way of doing what I’m doing now, or very similar.  
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Sunday, December 14, 2014

I wish to live enough time as to be able to write words that might convince people that the most beautiful things are free.


This is a practice of my learning english. I appreciate corrections.


Sometimes I think I need more time, more years to live; I'm forty six years old and I'm learning to write english poetry. I'm smitten with this hobby. I feel inside a whole universe of deep thoughts. I love what I'm discovering. I feel also happy because some english-speaking like my poetry. Many times I think that my future lifetime is not long enough to write all the poetry I feel inside. I'm not speaking about quality but about passion, about feelings... about the greenery of the woods, about the scent of the salt's sea in shore.

I need more lifetime to improve my english, and to learn to put in a better way my fingers on the neck of the guitar, and to tidy up all my texts and publish them, as I did with my book about nudity, or with “The wind of the woods” or with my book about education.
And I wish to work as a teacher longer than my lifetime. I wish to meet more persons along all my teaching life. I wish utopianly to try to convince them to learn the most essential apprenticeship: being alive is wonderfull, a privilege, a gift, a joy... And this is the sense of all: we live to enjoy, we live to make enjoy.

I wish I had a body that didn't deteriorate while time went by, and therefore learning more and more, with the same ease with which children learn. I cringe with the people that live as if they had not a heart, nor dialog capacity, nor respect for differences and freedom. I wish to live enough time as to be able to write words that might convince people that the most beautiful things are free, that those who don't feel a homeland as their homeland, don't they feel it... and nothing happens... , that those who feel a different homeland as their homeland, feel it... and nothing happens... that those who want to leave have the right to leave... that we only really own what is free to leave or to stay... If anyone wants to leave, we must let him leave.
I wish to live longer than my lifetime to sing without hiding, to proclame that severity is a failure, that the arrogant style of living and the cult image, is an style that moves us away from human kind, from tenderness, from freedom, from the pleasure of having fun.
I wish to convince people of the idea that the persons are not made to have authority, nor to suffer it. Our evolution guides us to build a society with differents labors, braided so that nobody be under anybody, nor nobody be over anybody... braided so that everybody lives with the same dignity and the same opportunities.
I wish to live longer that my lifetime to swim naked in all the seas of the world, to climb all the tops, to fool around, to create freely walking down the road where my existence decides.
I need a life in which all is not done, in which there isn't eternal breaks nor infinite happiness, nor the beatific vision of an inapprehensible being. Give me the night and the stars, and the gloaming of all the sunrises and all the sunsets, and the mistery that never runs out, to love infinitely that we hint but don't understand nor know.
I wish to be imperfect, to have always some skill to improve, and to remember to be tolerant and unconcerned. I need the disorder to feel relaxed in an atmosphere that accepts my rightful and natural disorder. I wish to be always an activist against the idolatry of fame and utilitarianism, against the wrong idea that says that money defines the professionalism instead of the right idea that says that is the profession and its features what defines the professionalism. I wish to convince the writers of the pleasure of writing for delight instead of writting to achieve fame or fortune; and I also wish to say the same idea to the singers, and to the actors and actresses, and in general to all who work in any task. I wish everybody loved their works, the bright of their works, the love in their works, the will of good with the aim of their works... and I wish they wasn't obsessed with success and triumph. The true success is one that perhaps doesn't shine but nevertheless gets to serve and to love people with a humble and concealed attitude.

I need more years to live, and I think that too few years left to my death time. However, if I died tomorrow It didn't seem a disgrace. The life has been great. My life is still great. I don't know who has set up all the things of the life, but in spite the hard moments, life has been like a rare flower; a flower so beautifull that I take my breath away. And this flower declaims (as it was declaiming a poem) the name of every person of human kind.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Octavi Intente, a world of art and creation.


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 I've found this vídeo in the YouTube's space of Artamore Sitges, an art shop of Sitges (Barcelona). This is a video that shows the work of the painter Octavi Intente.
How does this Catalan artist work? How is the world he imagines? I invite you to discover a personal way of sailing the sea of creation. Are you used to foreseeable shapes? This artist is never foreseeable. From his mind, evolves a whole universe of surreal situations, of shocking characters, of amazing interpretations of the reality. In fact, Catalonia has always been a land of artists. 
I'm not going to explain all about Octavi Intente;  you must discover him, you must enjoy his work.
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