Monday, October 28, 2019

10 week portfolio/Contests

AGENDA:

Work on 10 week portfolios.

CONTESTS:  Last chance for Bennington. Hollins

Check Google Classroom for missing assignments!


Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Revision/Work on poems--Workshop

AGENDA:

Revision--Master Class--Billy Collins and Marie Howe

CONTESTS:  Bennington,  Hollins, and Princeton

GANNON:  www.gannon.edu/poetrycontest

Work on Revisions and workshop

Thursday, October 10, 2019

Workshop #2

AGENDA:

5 Week portfolio DUE!

Workshop #2---Post a poem for workshop today

Continue to think about CONTEST entries

Tuesday, October 8, 2019

Famous Quote Poem/Epigraph poem

AGENDA:


1.  BUSINESS:
Set up portfolio folder.  Print out poems.  You should have 5 poems in folder by Thursday for portfolio grading.
Famous quote
Self-Identity
Technical Terms
Break-up (Nails)
Object poem
Metaphor
etc.


2. Select a famous quote postcard (or find a famous quote online).

Work on Famous Quote poem and other poems for your folder
Explore the ideas of the quote and the author.  What is the context of the quote?  Can you find the book it came from?  What about the author?  What does the quote mean to you?  How can it inspire your poem?

3. A little inspiration---Famous Quotes from poets and poems:

https://writerswrite.co.za/17-of-the-most-powerful-excerpts-from-poetry/

https://writerswrite.co.za/33-quotes-by-poets-on-poetry/

https://www.brainyquote.com/

4.  REGISTER WITH SCHOLASTIC.  Look at Bennington:

https://www.bennington.edu/events/young-writers-awards

https://www.weareteachers.com/student-writing-contests/

https://blog.prepscholar.com/writing-contests-for-high-school-students


HOLLINS (Nancy Thorpe poetry):
https://www.hollins.edu/academics/majors-minors/english-creative-writing-major/nancy-thorp-poetry-contest/

Friday, October 4, 2019

Self-Portrait Poem

Self-Portrait with Weeping Woman

 
Deborah Paredez
I know why I fell hard for Hecuba—
shins skinned and lips split to blooming lupine
on her throat's rough coat, hurled down the whole length
of disaster—I'm sure I'd grown to know
by then to slacken as a sail against
the current and squall of a womans woe.
What could I do but chorus my ruddered
howl to hers? When youre a brown girl raised up
near the river, there's always a woman
bereft and bank-wrecked, bloodied and bleating
her insistent lament. Ay Llorona—
every crossing is a tomb and a tune,
a wolf-wail and the moon that turns me to
scratch at the tracks of every mud-dirged girl.

Seniors--College Fair/Senior Trip

AGENDA:

Work on writing for Workshop #2 until 8:15.

College Fair--8:15
Senior trip--9:00

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Naomi Shihab Nye--Friday!



AGENDA:
This Friday for BOA!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgkAs9Otlig

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elNzMoG8Zs0

https://voxpopulisphere.com/2017/02/01/naomi-shihab-nye-ted-kooser-is-my-president/

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/naomi-shihab-nye

https://poets.org/poet/naomi-shihab-nye










https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/11/10/naomi-shihab-nye-kindness/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64WACNcLH3g

Kindness
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt weakened in a broth.
What you held in your hand,
What you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before your learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
Like a shadow or a friend.

WRITING:
Work on poems for Workshop #2