“To This Day” Project

“To This Day” Project

A friend sent me this, because she thought “all good poems seem to find their way to your blog eventually”. Hmmm, I’m afraid I should need to be a Methuselah to make that become true. ๐Ÿ˜› Anyway, this is one of them that made it. I know it takes 7ยฝ minutes to watch, but it is time well spent, I believe. I can think of several regular readers of “Ben Naga” who will love it.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 3, 2013, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. I saw this video a while back, and I absolutely loved it. ๐Ÿ™‚


  2. Reblogged this on The World We Live In and commented:
    This is amazing. ๐Ÿ™‚


  3. As I write this I am wipping tears away. This brings up so many great points of this world and our society. Although I was lucky that I was not bullied in school, I was different…on the inside things were harder than they seemed and I loved the line, “we graduated from the class of we MADE IT!” How I marvel now at all the great things I’ve accomplished and plan on doing soon with my life and I now laugh at the teachers in HS who thought I was just a no-good, pot smoking, bar hopping kid who didn’t take life seriously….I took it seriously all right, that’s what made me different and also what made it so hard for me. They just never thought to think of the seriousness I was thinking and living. Thank you for posting ๐Ÿ™‚


    • I identify with a lot of what you say here. Although not bullied, I was always “different” and seen as such, and was never “one of the crowd”, partly by my own choice. I’ve never thought of it before, but my escape might have been partly because I could make people laugh, which often softens the sharp corners in interactions. I could also be pretty dismissive of a lot of the teachers, which I think went down OK with the other boys.

      Teachers so often have no idea about what’s going on, and a lot of them have little idea about life in general. I spent time at a teacher training college in my early twenties, where I came across the adage “Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach; and those who can’t teach, teach teachers. A litte cynical, perhaps, but not entirely without some truth to it.

      For a bit of background see my poem about the place I attended at https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2012/02/19/a-season-in-edge-hill/


      • I couldn’t agree more about the teachers who can’t teach, teach teachers….I feel as thought I’m going through some of this NOW. I escaped school torture through my kindness and outgoing personality and of course the hunger for oppositional defiance when it came to authority figures (some, not all) ….I actually behaved quite nicely for the teachers who could teach and showed respect (I even have proof of this in my old high school year books with teacher’s messages saying, “your were a handful in the classroom, but always brought excitement and smiles with you” ๐Ÿ™‚


      • Smiles and excitement. Just my cup of tea. ๐Ÿ™‚ As long as there are some quiet times for reflection too.


  4. Beautiful, Ben, powerful message!


  5. I love this Ben!! It’s beautiful! Thanks for sharing.


  6. Watched it twice now, got goose pimples on my arms!!


  7. Yes heard this a few weeks ago. It is a good story.


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