This email was
written in January of 2012.
When I discuss literature in my classes, I try to suggest
interpretations to the material that students might not have considered. I'll
be hard pressed to ever tell a student that their perception of the material is
wrong. Very few, if any, stories and essays are written for the
exclusive purpose of being published in a high school textbook, so absolute
answers to textbook questions don't exist. Nonsensical answers don't count, but
every well thought out opinion is valid.
With this in mind, here's "C'est La Mort" by The Civil
Wars. I hadn't yet read the lyrics when I first played their CD in my car,
and without a working knowledge of the French language, I didn't hear
a song about a love that lasts beyond death.
Instead, as I'm cruising around in a car littered with picture
books, sippy cups, and teething rings, I heard a song about a parent making the
impossible plea for their child to not grow up and grow away.
Don't go
I actually had to wipe away a few tears. It's funny how parenting affects interpretation, but C'est la vie.
Don't go
Please don't go
Don't go without me
I actually had to wipe away a few tears. It's funny how parenting affects interpretation, but C'est la vie.
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