Constructing Intertextuality: Reading Anne Hébert's "Les fous de bassan"

This is another of my mini-adaptations of a literary work, Anne Hébert's Les fous de bassan. It is a response to Yves Simoneau's controversial adaptation of the same novel. 

A. J. M. Smith, a Canadian poet reading his poem, "My Death"

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This is an adaptation of A. J. M. Smith's poem "My Death"

Some of the Nouns in my Everyday Life

This is the fruit of my labour. It was part of a DVD full of video shorts destined for native speakers of Chinese who are learning English as a second language. It was an exposition of culture.

Winter Walking

For all you lovers out there, Spring has sprung!

Way to Go Fred!

I took the time to give some constructive feedback to one of my teachers today. For the sake of privacy, I will refer to this teacher as Fred. It would appear, judging by Fred’s reaction, that my feedback was not appreciated. As I watched the teacher’s back hurry out the door and down the hallway, away from the conversation, I experienced the pleasure of recognition, and I made myself a promise: I will never do this to one of my students. For all my hard headedness, and I do have one hard head, when I am wearing my teacher’s hat, unlike Fred, I listen to my students comments. I consider these comments to be akin to a gift. Well, today I offered a gift to one of my teachers, but I learned that much like God, Fred already has everything Fred needs…and I am not one of those things. So much for the student being at the center of his/her learning. Way to go Fred!

Todd

The Fishermen

This is a video of a puppet performance done by adolescents at an English summer school. As you will see, it is a political comment on the way humans treat the earth. The authors not only wrote the script, made the puppets, constructed and painted the decor, but they also sewed everything by hand, including the curtains!

Thank you Christine!!! This poem is far too beautiful to be hidden amongst comments

A dear friend asked me to share my feelings
About this humble and reverent king
That we were fortunate enough to behold
For such a brief moment.

Little did I know back then
About this immense fountain of knowledge
Separating my world from his
That could so justly feed my curiosity
About the world surrounding me.

But from this withering fountain
I felt nothing but dryness
As I learned with absolute dismay
About his imminent departure.

I already miss him dearly
But he will most likely not miss me
As I am but one insignificant being
Out of so many
Who crossed his path at the wrong time.

So, I guess that I can only say
With complete honesty to Mr. Duffley
That I hope he recovers from this obscure curse
So that again may he fill
With wisdom and integrity
This fountain of knowledge
Separating him from me.

Christine