Showing posts with label teaching poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teaching poetry. Show all posts

Friday, June 27, 2014

[New Favorite Things Friday] Coffee, Poetry and Turtlenecks--a BeatnikFavorites List


Okay, I was wrong (one for the list!!!). My understanding of what Beatnik meant was not quite right. Chocolate, coffee and poetry does not a Beatnik make (click here for a definition).

So call it what you will, my favorite things this week are reminiscent of coffee shops, black-turtle-neck-beret-wearing artists, and cryptic poetry readings.


1. Black-out Poetry and Doodling

I've always liked black out poetry as a teaching tool and had fun trying it out with my students, but lately I've some amazing black-out poetry that has me trying it out. I can't show you mine yet (since many of them go into my #365mistakes4growth list), but these are the pages that inspired me (links provided for credit):




2. The Best Cup of Coffee Ever

It was a shot of espresso, a scoop of Nutella, and a bit of cream--a candy bar in a cup. It was perfect and came with the swirled heart on the top. Decadent, yes. But perfect.



3. Not Wearing Turtlenecks

I am not a fan of the turtleneck. I am fairly certain they were meant only for turtles. I mean really... consider the name. My new favorte thing this week is living somewhere that doesn't require them. Beautiful weather, sun, open skies, and the beach. Life is good.


Do you have any new favorites this week?


Monday, May 19, 2014

[Mentor Text Monday] A Sunday Evening Sentence Search

It's Sunday evening. I want to post a mentor text, but my brain, she be empty. I tumble through my thoughts, flip through my mental card catalogue, scroll through my Twitter feed, and... nothing.

And then I remember--books! I read books, own books, and display said books in an easy-access shelving unit otherwise known as a book shelf. Books have words! Words have inspiration! I leap up from my slouchy-couch-typing position, semi-shut my eyes, pick a book, and settle back in (a little less slouchy, but not much).

What follows is my completely unstructured method for finding mentor-textian inspiration in a randomly-selected book.

The book, chosen mostly at random from my living room bookshelf:
Translated by William O'Daly
Published in 1974 by a small publishing house in Port Townsend, WA (near my home town!)

I've spent time with this book before--both in Spanish and English. I didn't read it cover to cover, but it's one of my familiars. It is not what I'd call an easy or accessible read, but it is undeniably gorgeous. The entire book is a series of unanswerable questions written as couplets. 

Unanswerable questions--I like that as a discussion and writing springboard. 

Couplets--I don't find teaching rhyming couplets overly inspiring, but I can see some interesting possibilities in a couplet conversation (rhyming vs. non-rhyming, open vs. closed, end-stop or run-on). 

I thumb through some of the passages:

XII
And at whom does rice smile
with infinitely many white teeth?

Why in the darkest ages 
do they write with invisible ink?

Does the beauty from Caracas know
how many skirts the river has?

Why do the fleas
and literary sergeants bite me?

Um... no. Even in my swirly-twirly brain, these words do not inspire a teachable moment for me. I find many more phrases that are interesting, but not "the one":

How large was the black octopus
that darkened the days peace?

No...

Who can convince the sea
to be reasonable?

Better, but I'm looking for a series...

If all rivers are sweet
where does the sea get its salt?

I like it, can I use the series?

If all rivers are sweet
where does the sea get its salt?

How do the seasons know
they must change their shirt?

Why so slowly in winter
and later with such a rapid shudder?

And how do the roots know
they must climb toward the light?

And then greet the air
with so many flowers and colors?

Is it always the same spring
who revives her role?

Yes, I think I can use this. A few of the lines are less clear than I'd like, but as a series, it has possibility. I see a few possible links:
  • geography--rivers leading to the ocean, where DOES the salt come from?
  • science--plants, roots, photosynthesis, how DO the plants know?
  • literature--symbolism, figurative language, what is the personality of Spring?
I'd like to try a lesson with a good read of these couplets--individually, and as a series. Depending on the grade, I would dig a little deeper in to the idea that with these questions, Neruda shows a depth of learning about the topic--the idea that good questions can hold as much information as an answer. I would like to tie it in to a content area unit, and then use this series as a mentor text for showing learning about that content. 

My next step? Trying it on. I have to try to write one to see if it is possible, to watch the path of my thinking, so see if it supports the thinking I have in mind, and to use as an example if I do use this text. Sometimes I'll try this with a topic that is interesting to me personally, but often I use content that is appropriate to the grade level I'm teaching.

3rd Grade--Physical Science: Energy and Matter

Why does the fruit bowl not light up 
with the energy it stores?

Does the energy it creates 
travel in waves as well?


Are sunbeams sisters 
to soundwaves and oceans?

Well. That was harder than I thought. I tapped out at three. It took more content knowledge than I expected, and it was difficult to find a balance between poetic and factual. This mentor text would take some time, a class I knew well, and students with experience struggling through challenges in reading and writing. Considering all of that, I'd still like to use it. I'm tucking it away in my idea file!

So, that's my process when I try on a new mentor text. Do you have a process you use, a resource you prefer, or some favorite mentor texts you can use over and over?

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Hope

Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul, 
And sings the tune--without the words, 
And never stops at all,


And sweetest in the gale is heard; 
And sore must be the storm 
That could abash the little bird 
That kept so many warm.


I've heard it in the chillest land, 
And on the strangest sea; 
Yet, never, in extremity, 
It asked a crumb of me.
--Emily Dickinson

This poem struck me today.  Actually, just the first stanza and it was yesterday.  And it didn't strike me, because poems don't typically cause physical injury on purpose.  But I liked it, and it is November and November is hard.  Proof?  Here is an article that says so.  November Blues.  Not a very good article, surely, but proves the point well enough.  I'll be doing something with this poem in the next week or so.  Don't know what.  May be brilliant.  May be not-so-much.   

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Trading Places

I am tired today.  Foot-dragging, eyes-drooping, body-fighting-every-step-of-the-way tired.  This tired makes me feel like I'd prefer each one of my chicken-heads to be silent and do all of their work.  I know a serious lack of realism when I see it, so I tried.  The end of first period came, the chillins' were working, and the couch was calling my name.  I took my coffee to the couch and settled in for a couple of minutes.  

Miracle of miracles... they kept working.  They spoke quietly, asked me if I was tired, how my day was going, and if I needed a rest. I'll admit to playing it up a bit--you know... hyperbole at its best.  Sighs, back of hand to forehead, my best woe-is-me

It came time for the classes to change.  The younger class came in, saw me sitting, and got a little bit giddy.  M. asked if she could teach.  I said sure.  And she did.  She went to the front of the room, gave the directions (as I whispered them to her), and made sure they had their supplies.  She worded things exactly like I do:

"Do you know what supplies you need?"
"Does everyone have their book?"
"J. can you please be quiet while I finish the directions?" 
"Check your neighbor and make sure they are on the correct page."

We all looked through children's poetry books and read our favorite poem out loud.  M. directed the class to applaud after each poem was read.  One student did not want to read, so M. asked if someone would read it for her.  C.  jumped up and did so with a flourish.  All the while, I was sitting on the couch as a student (albeit a student giving whispered directions to the teacher). 

After we read the poems, M. explained that we each needed to choose a poem to "copy" and write one of our own in the same style.  She even gave an example.  Then, we all completed the assignment.  Midway through, K. asked to take over for M.  K. wandered around the room and made sure everyone was following the directions.  Two students entered late, and K. got them on task quickly.  

What a fun day!  I won't lie and say this was planned, or say that I have research to show that this is an effective strategy.  I will say that it was a fun lesson for all of us, and  a good way to keep things moving when I was just too tired to be entertaining.  

Here are some of the poems turned in today:

The Whale 
by M.
(based on The Elephant by Hillarie Billoc)
The poor whale,
Sitting all alon-ee,
Eating a piece of boloney,
While sitting on a stool,
Drinking in a pool,
While cooking on a grill,
While the krill is sizzing,
And the bees are bizzling,
Scooping up the honey
For your money.


Life Doesn't Frighten Me
by K.
(based on Life Doesn't Frighten Me by Maya Angelou)
A dark park
A bat with a cat
They do not frighten me.
A bad dad
A bar car
Does not frighten me.
Can it be,
Nothing really frightens me?


My Poem
by C.  
(based on Life Doesn't Frighten Me by Maya Angelou)
There's people in the dark
Playing at the park
Having fun for all.

Jumping up and
All falling down
Having fun for all

Rolling in the grass
Fast as a flash
Having fun for all

Going to sleep
Brushing my teeth
Having fun for all

Laying on my bed
Surrounded from hay
Having fun for all.
Sleep Dreams

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Found Poems

Today we started on some poetry.  My theory is that kids like my little muffin-heads should love poetry since it breaks all the rules.  Why hit them with rhyme and meter and stanzas when they can just go hog-wild and make stuff up for once in their lives?  For this reason, I assign Found Poems pretty early in the game. It helps them play with words and not feel the pressure of creating from scratch.  Not only that, but they get to rifle through magazines in the hopes of coming across an underwear ad or a photo of someone drinking beer or smoking a cigarette--this is always a motivator. 


Choose a higher power in the
heart
guide your spirit to upgrade
to peace
[By J.]


COFFEE
The coffee it's good
you have to try the best smooth.
Tell your heart
You love it
We're the acceptable in the world
Let's keep the taste like that
[By M.]


broke down crying
I was so touched
keep it together
a refreshing change?
keeping happiness for my family
trying to like my family
[By S.]


ENVIRONMENTOLOGY
Notice!
If you camp
Saving the Earth
blackouts stay home!
[By M.]






If you like reading these, I posted the rest of them here. I will try to post pictures as well.