Ghazal

AGENDA:

Try writing a ghazal:

http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/ghazal.html

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/ghazal

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/49642/hip-hop-ghazal

http://www.baymoon.com/~ariadne/form/ghazal.htm

Work on Scholastic entries:

Senior portfolios?

Go to artandwriting.org


SOKOL:
https://ffrpl.libraryweb.org/sokol-contest-form/

Poetry Book Presentations

AGENDA:

Poet presentations

Poetry Book Presentation/Scholastic Senior Portfolio

AGENDA:

Period 1---Work on your Poetry Book review and presentation for Tuesday, 11/19

Scholastic contest entries!  Deadline Dec. 3

Tomorrow---Saturday of the Arts--if you are helping, arrive at 9:45 am

Poetry Workshop/Revision/Scholastic Entries

AGENDA:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0BUYzMypi8

How to Write a Review of a Poetry Book!

https://www.theclassroom.com/write-review-poetry-book-6916321.html

Couplets?

Quantum Foam   Elizabeth Jacobson

The air is close by the sea and the glow from the pink moon drapes low over a tamarind tree. We hold hands, walk across a road rushing with traffic  to an abandoned building site on the bay, look out across       the dark marina. Sea cows sleep by the side of a splintered dock, a cluster of them  under the shallow water, their wide backs covered in algae like mounds of bleached coral. Every few minutes one floats up for air,  then drifts back down to the bottom,  without fully waking.   They will do this for hours, and for a while we try to match  our breath to theirs, and with each other’s. In the morning, sitting in the garden beneath thatch palms,  we drink black coffee from white ceramic cups. Lizards killed by feral cats are scattered on the footpath. I sweep them into a pile with the ones from the night before.    Waves of heat rise from the asphalt,  and we sense a transparent gray fuzz lightly covering everything  as if there were no such thing as empty space,  that even a jar void of substance holds emptiness as if it were full.

Peer Review of Portfolios/Poetry book Presentation

AGENDA:

Select a poetry book to do a review and presentation to the class next marking period.

Using the handout, form groups of 3 to peer review and discuss your portfolios during class.

Workshop #2

AGENDA:

Let's workshop some poems!

Countdown Poem

Countdown as Slow Kisses   Michael Wasson

10. Here on my knees I look for the single animal: you left                                                           ravaged at the edge of a meadow 9. Is everything accounted for? The fingers dipped                                               beneath the torso—to keep this body bright 8. Every breath we are desperate to take                                sounds as if a war lost against a country of promise 7. Discarded halos: the light you remember                    in your head—you feed on what is crushed between the teeth 6. America declares these dreams I have every night be re-                                                                   dreamed & pressed into names 5. Upended petals of qém’es                                        abandoned like torn butterfly wings—we’é I pray 4. I pray that nobody                       ever hears us 3. An eye gone             bloodshot: I tear through the crisp apple of your throat & find— 2. myself: this—a boy beside a boy. An eyelash                             fallen at the base of a valley, our dark bones bursting in- 1. to bloom. I stare into your beloved face & enter: yes,                     yes, this nation, under god, its black sky we lay our                 nightmares to 0. where I am your animal: my Lamb—now eat                me alive.            Copyright © 2019 by Michael Wasson. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on November 1, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets. About this Poem   "We are given these bodies—full of beauty, ache, and history—and are told to survive. We lean into joy and marvel, into our living, and yet we know that what we desire ultimately devours us. Might we surrender as we climax toward our gorgeous, unbearable ruin? This poem says yes." —Michael Wasson