“Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher
You can’t reach me, my mom can’t neither
You can’t teach me a goddamn thing cause
I watch TV, and Comcast cable
and you ain’t able to stop these thoughts
You can’t stop me from toppin these charts
And you can’t stop me from droppin each March
with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards
Duhhh, and to think, it’s just little ol’ me
Mr. « Don’t Give A Fuck, » still won’t leave.”
Eminem.

Bien, nous voulons apprendre aux « jeunes » plusieurs choses : l’anglais, la littérature, et l’éducation civique.
Bien bien bien. Voici ce que je propose donc comme textes de base : deux morceaux d’Eminem.
1. Tous deux en anglais : ça nous changera des articles de Newsweek sur de pseudos thèmes de société dont la jeunesse se fout.
2. Forts intéressants tous les deux par l’usage de voix narratives et de procédés, très habiles, de scénarisation.

Dans le premier, Stan, il y a mise en abyme, Eminem chante d’abord les lettres qu’un fan lui écrit, puis la réponse qu’il fait à ce fan ; Eminem incarne les DEUX personnes : bon point de départ pour une petite étude sur le dilemme moral, la personnalisation des débats intérieurs, voire sur la réflexion théorique tout entière (qui procède par oui mais, oui mais : thèse antithèse synthèse de la philo, fait, loi, attendus, jugement de la réflexion juridique etc)

Dans le second texte, trois instances sont mobilisées : un narrateur (étudier la focalisation externe, la parodie du style radiophonique), et deux instances morales (interprétée par Eminem/le mal et Dr Dre/le bien). Etudier comment les personnages principaux (Meet Eddie, Meet Stan, Meet Grady) sont évincés de la scène par ces trois instances focalisées au-delà et en-deçà (à l’extérieur/à l’intérieur).

Le premier prof qui viendra voir les gars qui écoutent Eminem, et leur révélera que dedans, tout n’est pas si simple, ce prof-là sera le premier à les introduire dans le monde de l’étonnement, antichambre de l’intelligence et de la réflexion sur soi. Racine, c’est bien, mais ça prend pas chez eux. Ca fait joli au ministère, mais pas dans la salle de cours pourrie avec la peinture merdique qui se craquèle. Quand on aura étudié en cours la structure narrative de quelques chansons d’Eminem, on pourra dire qu’on a fait un boulot d’éducation ; le pourcentage de « jeunes » qui passeront à d’autres formes de réflexion et de consommation culturelle s’élèvera forcément.

Je propose qu’on introduise cette nouveauté prioritairement dans l’établissement d’Abbeville, pour qu’il rachète sa connerie. Les responsables avaient raison quand ils disaient qu’il ne fallait pas parler aux jeunes de fellation ou de sodomie : pour l’instant, ils ne connaissent que la pipe, la tournante et le gang-bang. L’éducation sexuelle, c’est encore une des choses qu’il faudrait faire, non pas à l’école en général, mais dans les banlieues : précisément là où se montre clairement une forte méconnaissance des choses sexuelles (les milieux d’immigrés et de pauvres n’éduquent pas leurs enfants : on n’en parle pas « à la maison » ; et les jeunes machos entre eux, ou les jeunes greluches entre elles, en parlent de façon complètement aliénante, réductrice et stupide.) Là-bas, la pauvreté, c’est celle des rapports sociaux en général, celle de la vie intellectuelle, émotionnelle, sexuelle.

Je propose qu’on bouffe de leur culture d’abord, et qu’avec nos outils, on leur en explique la qualité et la profondeur ; ensuite, ils auront la dalle de bouffer de la nôtre.

Voici donc les Textes de Littérature américaine.

Eminem featuring Dido – Stan

My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it’s not so bad,
it’s not so bad..

1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after « thunder » noise

[Eminem as ‘Stan’]
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain’t callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ’em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ’em
but anyways; fuck it, what’s been up? Man how’s your daughter?
My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I’ma call her?
I’ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem as ‘Stan’]
Dear Slim, you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain’t mad – I just think it’s FUCKED UP you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That’s my little brother man, he’s only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, « No. »
That’s pretty shitty man – you’re like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver – you said if I’d write you
you would write back – see I’m just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you’re saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put ’em on
cause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend’s jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don’t know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don’t know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan — P.S.
We should be together too

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem as ‘Stan’]

Dear Mister-I’m-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this’ll be the last package I ever send your ass
It’s been six months and still no word – I don’t deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on ’em perfect
So this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it
I’m in the car right now, I’m doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, « In the Air of the Night »
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That’s kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it’s too late – I’m on a 1000 downers now, I’m drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can’t sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can’t BREATHE without me
See Slim; {*screaming*} Shut up bitch! I’m tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that’s my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn’t slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain’t like you
cause if she suffocates she’ll suffer more, and then she’ll die too
Well, gotta go, I’m almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how’m I supposed to send this shit out?
{*car tires squeal*} {*CRASH*}
.. {*brief silence*} .. {*LOUD splash*}

{Chorus: Dido}

[Eminem]

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend’s pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I’m really flattered you would call your daughter that
and here’s an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don’t think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what’s this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
c’mon – how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what’s this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit’ll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you’ll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I’m glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don’t want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they didn’t say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

 

Second Texte.

Eminem – Guilty conscience

{sound of static}

[announcer]
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old.
Fed up with life and the way things are going,
he decides to rob a liquor store.
(« I can’t take this no more, I can’t take it no more homes »)
But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart.
And suddenly, his conscience comes into play…
(« Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this »)

[Dr. Dre]
Alright, stop! (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
and try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence (But who are you?)
I’m your motherfuckin conscience

[Eminem]
That’s nonsense!
Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt’s cribs
And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay
You’ll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an aged razor blade

[Dr. Dre]
Yeah but if it all goes through like it’s supposed to
The whole neighborhood knows you and they’ll expose you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she’s older than George Burns

[Eminem]
Fuck that! Do that shit! Shoot that bitch!
Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids?

[Dr. Dre]
Man, don’t do it, it’s not worth it to risk it! (You’re right!)
Not over this shit (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!)
Don’t even listen to Slim yo, he’s bad for you
(You know what Dre? I don’t like your attitude..)
{sound of static}
(« It’s alright c’mon, just come in here for a minute »)
(« Mmm, I don’t know! »)
(« Look baby.. »)
(« Damn! »)
(« Yo, it’s gonna be alright, right? »)
(« Well OK.. »)

[announcer]
Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. (« Give me a kiss! »)
After meeting a young girl at a rave party,
things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom.
Once again, his conscience comes into play… (« Shit! »)

[Eminem]
Now listen to me, while you’re kissin her cheek
and smearin her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch’s earlobe..
(Yo! This girl’s only fifteen years old
You shouldn’t take advantage of her, that’s not fair)
Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair? (Uh huh!)
Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare
Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there
(Man, ain’t you ever seen that one movie _Kids_?)
No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest!
(Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?)
Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dawg and bail..
{sound of static}
{pickup idling, radio playing}

[announcer]
Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker.
After coming home from a hard day’s work,
he walks in the door of his trailer park home
to find his wife in bed with another man.
(« WHAT THE FUCK?!?! »)
(« Grady!! »)

[Dr. Dre]
Alright calm down, relax, start breathin..

[Eminem]
Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin
While you at work she’s with some dude tryin to get off?!
FUCK slittin her throat, CUT THIS BITCH’S HEAD OFF!!!

[Dr. Dre]
Wait! What if there’s an explanation for this shit?
(What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?!)
Alright Shady, maybe he’s right Grady
But think about the baby before you get all crazy

[Eminem]
Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That’s what I did, be smart, don’t be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped DEE BARNES??!

[Dr. Dre]
What’chu say? (What’s wrong? Didn’t think I’d remember?)
I’ma kill you motherfucker!

[Eminem]
Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper!
Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.?
Mr. AK comin’ straight outta Compton y’all better make way?
How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent?

[Dr. Dre]
Cause he don’t need to go the same route that I went
Been there, done that.. aw fuck it…
What am I sayin? Shoot em both Grady, where’s your gun at?
{gun fires, is cocked, and re-fired}

Et comme on dit en zone d’enseignement prioritaire: Eat this, teacher.