Friday, January 17, 2020

End of marking period/Field Trip/Contests

AGENDA:

End of marking period--January 31---PORTFOLIO complete, post on Goggle Classroom, participate in 3 workshops

Permission slips---Field Trip---prepare 2-3 poems or a short prose piece

CONTESTS---Extra credit for 1 or 2 entries--SOKOL, GANNON, ROC the Sonnet

AUDITIONS--Tuesday and Wednesday next week--4:45-8--need volunteers for community service

College life--Ms. Taylor can answer some of your questions

Sestina

Sestina

 
Marci Nelligan

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Poetry challenges

AGENDA:

Make sure you have the poems that were assigned this marking period posted on Google classroom and have copies for your portfolio:

1. Ghazal
2.American sonnet
3. Ekphrastic
4. Gift
5. Meaning of a word/Multiple meannings

In addition, take up a challenge (see handouts):

1. Rita Dove's 10 minute spill
2. John Ashberry
3. Apocalypse poem

CONTESTS:
Enter Sokol and/or Gannon for a classwork credit of 10 or 11 if you do both

FIELD TRIP to the Village  1/28  TUESDAY:
I need 6 volunteers to read poetry.



Monday, January 13, 2020

Workshop

AGENDA:

Workshop new poems.

CONTESTS:  Enter Sokol and Gannon

Thursday, January 9, 2020

Gift Poems/Etymology Poem

AGENDA:

If you have not completed your gift poem from the last class, please do so and give it to Ms. Thomas.  If you have shared and/or turned it in, please begin work on your Etymology/Word Poem.
We will share additional gift poems 2nd period.

Etymology/Multiple Meaning of a Word Poem

Explore the origin or multiple meanings of a word. Check out dictionaries and encyclopedias, including the O. E. D.

https://poets.org/poem/etymology

Homophones:
http://homophonelist.com/homophones-list/

http://www.singularis.ltd.uk/bifroest/misc/homophones-list.html

Weird words:
https://voxy.com/blog/2011/03/weird-english-words-from-a-to-z/

https://www.lexico.com/explore/weird-and-wonderful-words

https://chartcons.com/unusual-words-100-most-unusual-words/

SEARCH ONLINE ETYMOLOGY DICTIONARIES FOR ORIGIN OF WORDS

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Gift Poems

AGENDA: Gift Poems, Poems of Giving or Gratitude

1st period:
In the spirit of the gift-giving season that has just passed, write a poem that would be a gift to a person or persons who you feel would appreciate receiving it or a poem of gratitude for a gift you have received.

Remember Billy Collins' "The Lanyard"?

2nd period:  Finish your poem and SHARE OUT (if possible)
Read your poem and explain your reason for GIVING it to whomever.

The Gift

To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he’d removed
the iron sliver I thought I’d die from.

I can’t remember the tale,
but hear his voice still, a well
of dark water, a prayer.
And I recall his hands,
two measures of tenderness
he laid against my face,
the flames of discipline
he raised above my head.

Had you entered that afternoon
you would have thought you saw a man
planting something in a boy’s palm,
a silver tear, a tiny flame.
Had you followed that boy
you would have arrived here,
where I bend over my wife’s right hand.

Look how I shave her thumbnail down
so carefully she feels no pain.
Watch as I lift the splinter out.
I was seven when my father
took my hand like this,
and I did not hold that shard
between my fingers and think,
Metal that will bury me,
christen it Little Assassin,
Ore Going Deep for My Heart.
And I did not lift up my wound and cry,
Death visited here!
I did what a child does
when he’s given something to keep.
I kissed my father.
Li-Young Lee, “The Gift” from Rose. Copyright ©1986 by Li-Young Lee. Reprinted with the permission of BOA Editions Ltd., www.boaeditions.org.
Source: Rose (BOA Editions Ltd., 1986)




The Gift Outright (Inaugural poem for John F. Kennedy)

The land was ours before we were the land’s.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England’s, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.



Golden Retrievals

Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s—oh
joy—actually scared. Sniff the wind, then

I’m off again: muck, pond, ditch, residue
of any thrillingly dead thing. And you?
Either you’re sunk in the past, half our walk,
thinking of what you never can bring back,

or else you’re off in some fog concerning
—tomorrow, is that what you call it? My work:
to unsnare time’s warp (and woof!), retrieving,
my haze-headed friend, you. This shining bark,

a Zen master’s bronzy gong, calls you here,
entirely, now: bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow.