Monday, June 10, 2013

IRA Convention Highlights Post #3: Author Panel

The next session I attended was about the YA Choice Awards, which, as the name suggests, are voted on by young people.  In between the announcements, four YA authors presented their answer to the question of how their books were making a difference.  (The theme of the convention was "Celebrating Teachers Making A Difference.") You can find an annotated list of the books chosen here, so I won't dwell on that, but I will tell you a little bit about what the authors had to say. I learned last year that my favorite sessions are the author presentations, and this one was not a disappointment.

The first author we heard from was Ruta Sepetys. I've read both her novels and reviewed them here and here. Sepetys talked about her genre, historical fiction, and the "search for story." She started writing books because of wanting to find her own family story. Studies show that kids who know a lot about their families do better in traumatic situations; knowing your own history can create a "stronger intergenerational self." She talked about the paths she traveled to find out her family past, since the only person alive who knew about it had dementia. The nearly miraculous discovery of a trunk full of letters set her on her way. The result of that search was Between Shades of Gray, a story about a Lithuanian family beginning in 1939. Sepetys talked about how this book has been received, with readers in different countries seeing different themes in its pages. It has just been illegally published in Iran, and Sepetys was invited to speak about her story at the European parliament, where a delegate expressed amazement that he had learned about history and its effect on current events through a book for young adults. Switching from Lithuania and Siberia in the 40s to New Orleans in the 50s may seem a stretch, but Sepetys explained that when her father came to the United States, he saw pain everywhere. Exploring this idea led her to write her second book, Out of the Easy. Again in this book, themes of family are important. Sepetys concluded that "when you find yourself in a book, the world is a little less lonely."

On a lighter note, in the question time at the end, someone asked Sepetys what we were all thinking: how did it affect her that her book's title is so close to another recent book about shades of gray?  She admitted that sometimes people who show up for her book signings are confused, and also revealed that she was invited to do a joint radio interview with E.L. James, the other shades of gray person (not going to link you), and was very disappointed when James herself didn't show up, but was spliced in later from a tape. 

Next was Sharon Flake, whose book  The Skin I'm In is popular among my students. She talked in this presentation about working on her book Pinned, a story about a struggling reader who is also a wrestler. While Flake was writing the book, she too struggled. Most of her books have come easily, she said, but this one took more than five years to write, and was very difficult. She read a few excerpts from the book, which sounds very much worth picking up.

I hadn't heard of Susanne Colasanti before,  but it turns out that many of my students have been reading her.

 

This video shows an interview with Colasanti, talking about her latest book, All I Need, and you can see her fun and quirky personality. I haven't read any of her books yet, but from what my students say, it appears that this personality comes out in what she writes. Interestingly, Colasanti's own teen years were not fun. She says it was important to her to be an optimist, because as a kid she knew that things were the worst they would ever be in her life. She now does presentations in schools to encourage teenagers that there are things they can control.

I heard the fourth author,  Matt de la Peña, at last year's convention and I was excited to get to hear him again. He talked about how young working class males learn to be men by observing violence, and they come to define themselves that way, in addition to the negative definitions placed on them by parents, teachers, and others. He also talked a bit about the situation where his own books and those by other Latino writers were removed from schools in Arizona, quoting Junot Diaz, who said the quickest way to create monsters is never to show kids a reflection of themselves in literature. You can read more about current issues he's involved with here.

Here's highlight post number one, and here's highlights post number two.

Saturday, June 08, 2013

IRA Convention Highlights Post #2: Genre and Danny Brassell

The first smaller session I went to was called "Exploring Genre Within the Reading Workshop."  You can see the description and handouts here.  The presenters taught an inquiry process for helping kids to learn the characteristics of a specific genre.  The handouts include a chart that you can use as a whole class and/or in the students' Reading Notebooks.  This was a useful and interesting presentation. 

The session I had planned to attend next had apparently been cancelled, and the room for my alternate choice was empty as well.  I blundered into the first open room I could find, and there I heard the funny and dynamic Danny Brassell.  (That link is to his Facebook page; his website is here.)  The theme of the session was "Building School and Home Connections," and Brassell was an incredibly engaging presenter.  I filled four pages of notes with his fun ideas about encouraging risk-taking, making reading fun, helping kids to discover knowledge for themselves, and choosing exciting books.  He praised J.K. Rowling, Will Hobbs (who was Brassell's seventh grade reading teacher, in addition to being a YA author), Wayne Logue (the creator of Wordtoons), Stephen Krashen, and Jim Trelease.  He booktalked a whole list of interesting books, old and new.  He used every single second of his time, and then took our email addresses and sent us a huge pdf a few days later.  I'm glad I accidentally went to this session!  

Here's highlight post number one.

Friday, June 07, 2013

Poetry Friday: Dropping Keys

Tabatha, who is hosting the Poetry Friday roundup today, shared a poem a few weeks ago that I can't get out of my mind. I've had it on my desktop since I first read it. My comment on her post was, "This poem takes my breath away," and it does.

I'm sure there are many possible ways this poem could resonate with a reader, but to me the poem is about teaching, giving people tools to rescue themselves. There's a time for forceful Hollywood-style rescues, where you rush in, guns blazing, and remove captives from the danger they are in, but much more often, people need to rescue themselves, and all a teacher can do is give them keys. Not even give, in the sense of handing over explicitly, but like the poem says, drop them. You don't even always know that what you're dropping is a key, and you hardly ever know exactly how the recipient will use it. As a teacher (or a parent or a friend or whatever the role), am I locking people up more tightly, or am I dropping keys?

 Here's the poem:

Dropping Keys
by Hafiz

the small man
builds cages
for everyone
he
knows.
While the sage,
who has to duck his head
when the moon is low,
keeps dropping keys all night long
for the beautiful
rowdy
prisoners.


Here's another link to today's roundup.

Thursday, June 06, 2013

IRA Convention Highlights Post #1: Rick Riordan

In my IRA convention highlights post last year, I bemoaned the fact that it had taken me a week to get around to writing it. This year, it's been more than a month since I got back from San Antonio and I still haven't put fingers to keyboard and written about what I heard at the conference.  I'm relying on my notes more than my memory at this point, but here goes.  This post will be the first of a series.

In the main opening session on Saturday, we heard Rick Riordan, author of the wildly successful Percy Jackson series, much beloved by many of my students. The title of his talk was "Reading Myths and the Myths of Reading." He began by comparing his previous appearance at IRA, in 2005, after The Lightning Thief had just come out.  He claimed that there were only fifteen people in the room to hear him then, and the huge conference hall full of thousands of people testified to the fame his Percy Jackson books have brought him.  He peppered his talk with one-liners; for example, he said that prior to writing the Percy Jackson books, he wrote murder mysteries, but once he quit teaching, he quit contemplating murder.  Riordan (pronounced REAR-don, by the way; I'd been saying it wrong for years) told us three reasons to read mythology and three myths about reading. The reasons to read mythology were:
  • 1.  It has something for everyone.  Riordan is still finding myths, and they include examples of everything we deal with in modern life.  He is working on a book of myths told from Percy Jackson's point of view; he's returned to the original sources: Ovid and Hesiod.  He gave the example of the the story of Arisicthon, which he called a classic story of addiction.
  •  2. It is especially good for kids in the middle grades.  Just as toddlers are drawn to stories about dinosaurs and construction equipment, powerful icons for children with very little power, so middle schoolers are drawn to stories of beings that are half mortal and half divine, because middle schoolers themselves are between worlds.  
  • 3. Mythology helps understand life.  
 The myths about reading were:
  • 1.  Reading is dying.  Riordan cited the attendance at his events and the enthusiasm for authors in general to debunk the idea that kids no loner read.
  • 2.  One book fits all.  Kids need books that are as individual as they are.  Riordan gave credit to J.K. Rowling for starting a huge renaissance of children's literature, helping to provide a "buffet" of books kids can choose from.
  • 3.  Some kids are just reluctant readers.  Riordan insists that it takes "one good teacher and one good book" to change a reluctant reader into an eager reader.
 Take a look at Riordan's website here

Wednesday, June 05, 2013

Reading Update

It's been two months since my last book review (well, except for the one-book post I published yesterday), but I have been reading.  

Book #16 of this year was Ashen Winter, by Mike Mullin, the sequel to Ashfall. This second in a trilogy continues the adrenaline-filled, heart-thumping story begun in the first book (reviewed here) with the eruption of the volcano that underlies Yellowstone National Park.  Like the first book, this one is almost unbearably intense, but also very realistic.  That might seem a strange thing to say, given that it includes roving gangs of cannibals, but in the terrifying, post-apocalyptic setting, I did find this believable.  Alex's growing relationship with Darla is also realistically portrayed, as is the disbelief from adults around him that their love is something real and lasting.  While there is sexuality in the book, it was refreshing to me to see a teenage male presented as motivated by love and loyalty, and he even resists temptation, instead of blindly following his sexual impulses.  This book really is the stuff of nightmares, so I'd exercise caution with sensitive kids.

Book #17 was  Naked Reading: Uncovering What Tweens Need to Become Lifelong Readers, by Teri Lesesne. This book discusses middle schoolers and their reading habits, or lack thereof. It is full of great ideas for getting kids to enjoy reading, including alternatives to book reports and lists of high-interest titles. The naked reading of the title refers to the author's granddaughter, who was sneaking time to read while getting ready for her bath. Lesesne wants to help us get all middle schoolers to the stage where they are sneaking time to read instead of needing us to force them to read. This was a quick, helpful, and very encouraging read.

Book #18 was a free download for my Kindle, The Most Important Thing Happening: A Novel in Stories, by Mark Steele. I downloaded it because the author is a Veggie Tales writer, and I am a big Veggie Tales fan from way back, having enjoyed them along with my kids, probably more than my kids did in some cases. This book is very clever and thought-provoking, with its view of free will and choice and how it fits in with the "author" of everything. Each story is bizarre and weird, and at the end they all fit together. I wanted to reread it as soon as I was done, since I felt I missed some of the connections along the way (possibly because I read it over quite a long period of time, whenever I had a few free minutes in my classroom). I expect to see more from this author.

Book #19 was Rachel Held Evans' A Year of Biblical Womanhood: How a Liberated Woman Found Herself Sitting on Her Roof, Covering Her Head, and Calling Her Husband "Master". I have been reading Evans' blog for a while, and I very much appreciate the fearless way she attacks difficult issues, her ability to bring in many voices to a discussion, and her sense of humor. Like me, she grew up in the evangelical church, and like me, she has wrestled with many of the church's prescriptions for women. She decided she would take a year and study what the Bible really says to women, and then attempt to live it out as literally as possible. While this sounds gimmicky (and before the book even came out, she was being criticized for mocking the scriptures), her style is so engaging and honest that you end up enjoying the ride with her. I recommend this book, and even bought it for my mother for Mother's Day.

Book #20Letters to a Young Poet, by Rainer Maria Rilke, was a disappointment.  While there were some great passages, I had already read most of them quoted elsewhere.  The rest of the book was fairly muddled, abstract, and confusing, I thought.  However, I could imagine how thrilling it must have been for the recipient of these letters, spread out over years, and written with such close attention to the questions asked by the young poet.  Do you remember what it used to be like to get letters in the mail?  It's an experience younger people won't have, and getting an email isn't at all the same thing.  Email is wonderful, don't get me wrong, but there's just something about a letter on paper.

Book #21 was one I picked up at the IRA conference.  It's the second novel by Ruta Sepetys, whose first book, Between Shades of Gray, I reviewed here. (Yeah, it's not THAT Shades of Gray book.)  This one is called Out of the Easy, and is completely different from the first. This one is the story of Josie Moraine, the seventeen-year-old daugher of a prostitute who works in a brothel in New Orleans. Her mother is heartless and not at all maternal, but Josie has many complicated relationships with others who care for her. I enjoyed the character development here, and found the book believable and unpredictable, all the way to the satisfying ending.   I really enjoyed hearing this author speak at the conference and look forward to more of her books in the future.

Book #22 was from last IRA conference, but I hadn't read it until now.  It's called The Drama Years: Real Girls Talk About Surviving Middle School - Bullies, Brands, Body Image, and More, and it's written by Haley Kilpatrick, who founded the organization Girl Talk. Kilpatrick has a threefold plan to help girls who are in middle school, and it makes a lot of sense to me. The components are an "anchor activity," something the girl is good at and enjoys outside of school, a "helping hand," meaning that the girl is involved in volunteering, and an "adopted older sister," meaning a high school aged mentor. Girl Talk trains these mentors and holds regular meetings where the girls can talk honestly about what's going on in their lives. The book goes into a lot of detail about what it's like to be a middle school girl today (the publication date is 2012). There are quotes from middle school girls, from the mentors, and from parents. This is full of great insight for parents and teachers, and includes a lengthy list of resources for further study. Check out the organization's website here.

Book #23 was Anne Lamott's Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith. This was my least favorite of all her books that I've read, but there were still wonderful gems in it. The essay I liked best was one called "Samwheel," about her complicated relationship with her teenaged son. I loved this:
"I dozed off again, and when I woke up, he was asleep, the dog on the floor beside him. He was sweating - he always gets hot when he sleeps. He used to nap on this same couch with his head on my legs and ask me to scratch it, and before that, he would crawl into bed beside me and kick off all the covers, and earlier still, he would sleep on my stomach and chest like a hot water bottle. He and the dog were both snoring. Maybe I had been, too, all of us tangled in one another's dreams.
Everything in the room stirred: dust and light, dander and fluff, the air - my life still in daily circulation with this guy I have been resting with for so many years."

I am still plugging away at Middlemarch, and enjoying it more than "plugging away at" makes it sound. Hope to be back again with more reviews before two months go by!  
 

Tuesday, June 04, 2013

Sacred Unions, Sacred Passions: Book Review

In The Four Loves, C.S. Lewis wrote, "When the two people who thus discover that they are on the same secret road are of different sexes, the friendship which arises between them will very easily pass - may pass in the first half-hour - into erotic love.  Indeed, unless they are physically repulsive to each other or unless one or both already loves elsewhere, it is almost certain to do so sooner or later." 

Surely I can't be the only Christian woman who has spent a lot of time thinking about this quote.  I read that book as a teenager, and while there are other parts in the book that suggest that a non-romantic friendship is possible between a man and a woman, this is the passage that stuck with me.  Have other Christian women ever had a conversation including the words, "I don't find you physically repulsive," or is that just me?  

Over the last few years, I have thought more and more about this whole issue of how men and women interact with each other.  It seems that in literature, popular culture, and even in the church, there are two possibilities: romance or danger.  Even in the Bible, I saw women presented as temptresses, luring men into sin.  You could be, one teacher suggested, either a Proverbs 31 woman (superwoman wife) or a Proverbs 7 woman (loose woman).  There wasn't really another way to be with men.

Last fall I read this article that suggested that female professors in Christian colleges are the victims of a kind of "benevolent sexism."  One of the reasons posited for this is that women don't get included in social gatherings of men, largely because the men see the women as dangerous; they are afraid of getting too close to women in a professional context because of the danger of sexual impropriety or infidelity.  (It's certainly possible that this fear goes both ways.)  This wasn't my experience working in a Christian college; I felt accepted and included by my male colleagues and enjoyed professional conversation with them.  (Then again, maybe they just found me physically repulsive!  I never asked!)  However, in other contexts, I have seen this dynamic of men and women being afraid of each other, this idea that men and women can be romantically involved and that's about the only kind of connection they can have.

I encountered this myself when hearing sermons about how men and women shouldn't spend time together, shouldn't ride in cars alone together, shouldn't eat meals alone together, shouldn't talk about deep issues.  Was I wrong, I wondered, to do all these things, with my husband's full knowledge and blessing, with a close male friend?  I talked to my husband about it and he assured me that I had no reason to feel guilty, but hey, when it comes to guilt, I don't need much of a reason.  I grew up evangelical, after all.

From reading Jonalyn Fincher's blogs (The Art of Friendship and Ruby Slippers), I learned about a book called Sacred Unions, Sacred Passions: Engaging the Mystery of Friendship Between Men and Women, by Dan Brennan.  Brennan has done research on cross-sex friendships throughout Christian history and found that there are many.  A whole chapter details fascinating examples, many between men and women living in monastic communities.  It has not always and everywhere been assumed that men and women can't be friends, as Harry famously tells Sally in "When Harry Met Sally," "because the sex part always gets in the way."  Brennan talks in some detail about how our views of the opposite sex have been warped by a cultural acceptance of Freud's ideas, which sexualize almost every relationship between men and women, even in families.  Even though Freud is not accepted in psychological circles any more, his influence continues.  When men and women say they are "just friends" (and what a phrase, trivializing deep relationships!), they are often told they are kidding themselves; "What's really going on?"

Not only does Brennan, who has been married for more than thirty years and whose wife wrote the foreword to this book, state that this type of friendship can exist, he argues that it ought to exist in the Christian community.  Scripture calls us to view each other as brothers and sisters.  Brennan makes the case that we can and should find love, beauty, and delight in each other, within but also beyond marriage.  He talks about Jesus' treatment of women and His willingness to be counter-cultural in His interactions.  While the sexual relationship in marriage is definitely exclusive, we can love other people without constantly fearing sin.  He talks about what a huge pressure it is on a marriage to meet all of our relational and emotional needs, and how the church's idealization of marriage as the be-all and end-all of life, to the exclusion of other relationships, actually may lead to weaker marriages rather than stronger ones.  (Not to mention the effect it has on single people, who are often treated in the church as though they are just waiting to get married.)

It always helps me to know that others are thinking about some of the same questions that I am, and this book reflected much more of my own positive experience rather than the danger narrative I hear in the Christian world.  While of course men and women can get into trouble, loving one another as close friends (even if we don't find each other physically repulsive), instead of seeing one another purely as possible romantic partners, is surely a step in the right direction.  When we're committed to honesty and fidelity in our marriages and our friendships, we honor God.  I am sure I will continue to think about all of this, and I recommend this book as a conversation-starter on the issue.  It was Book #15 of 2013.

Monday, June 03, 2013

Summer

It's the first Monday of the summer break, and I have such a long list of things I want to do - particularly in the few weeks before we do some traveling out of the country - that I am a little paralyzed. I do this every weekend, imagining that those days off will be ten times as long as they actually will, nourishing sky-high expectations of what I will accomplish.

One of the things I want to get done is some posting on this blog, particularly my long-neglected book reviews of everything I've read since my last reading update, at the beginning of April. I also want to post about the sessions I attended at the IRA conference in San Antonio.

It's a beautiful morning, still a little breezy but I can already tell it's going to be extremely hot today. Summer stretches out ahead of me today, and I'm trying not to think of how soon it will be over.

Friday, May 31, 2013

Poetry Friday: Sixteen

I locked my classroom this afternoon and headed home.  It's summer.  That means many things, but the first thing it means is my daughter's birthday, in a couple of days.  I wrote this poem for her.



Sixteen

She was born during Finals Week
And as I labored, her dad typed an exam.
The students later said it was the easiest he'd ever given.

This year Finals Week ended just before her birthday
And she checks her grades obsessively online,
Dissatisfied by all the numbers she discovers.
Only a hundred is good enough for her.

There's a photo of her in her dad's arms in the hospital
Hours after she was born.
Next to him a pile of papers sits ready to be graded,
Assessed, evaluated,
But his focus is on her
And he judges her to be perfect.

Listen to me, daughter,
Intense and fragile since the moment I first held you,
No letter or number will ever sum up your worth.

Ruth, from thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com


Today's Poetry Friday roundup is here.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Seventh Grade Gifts

Tuesday was the last day with students, then Wednesday we had our eighth grade promotion. Today I have been cleaning up in my classroom and I'm planning to finish that tomorrow, attend our last faculty meeting, and then start the summer. On Tuesday I got two precious gifts from seventh graders, and I think they pretty much sum up the year and the age group.



First, I received a lovely frog's leg, straight from the scene of the seventh grade dissection planned by their teacher on the last day of school. I smiled sweetly, said thank you, and took it, which I think sorely disappointed the gift-givers, who had hoped for screams.



Later, I got this card, complete with a personal note from one of the girls, telling me what she had particularly enjoyed in my class and wishing me a great summer. She said she couldn't wait to see me in eighth grade.

Oh, and by the way, the frog leg was from girls, too.

Of course, the vast majority of the seventh graders didn't give me any gifts, but simply squirmed and dropped things and tried to turn in work five days late and said bye when I said bye to them. Now to see what summer does to them and how they morph into eighth graders.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Poetry Friday

It was a busy day and I never got a poem posted, but plenty of other people did, so go read what they shared here.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Poetry Friday: Sestina: Like

While looking for a poem to share today, I found this one that is so very clever that I had to choose it. If you're not familiar with the sestina form, I explained it here. In this example, instead of choosing six different words to end the lines, A. E. Stallings has chosen just one, the omnipresent word "like."  She uses it to skewer Facebook, careless language, and the current lack of nuance in friendship. 

Sestina: Like
By A. E. Stallings
 
With a nod to Jonah Winter

Now we’re all “friends,” there is no love but Like,
A semi-demi goddess, something like
A reality-TV star look-alike,
Named Simile or Me Two. So we like
In order to be liked. It isn’t like
There’s Love or Hate now. Even plain “dislike”...

Here's the rest.

And here are some more Stallings poems I shared back in October 2010.

 

And here's today's Poetry Friday roundup, where you can find out what poems have to do with Doritos.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Poetry Friday: The Art of Losing

I've been thinking about the earthquake this week, and the aftermath of it, particularly how it affected people in my life. I learned that people are much closer to falling apart than I had ever realized, and that we have no idea how a huge, unexpected, and completely uncontrollable event will affect us and the people we think we know. I learned that permanence is largely an illusion. I learned many good things, too, and I have shared them on this blog, but right now it is more the negative which are preoccupying me.

I decided to look back at where I was in May 2010, three years ago this week, and to post the poem that spoke to me then.

 Here's that post.

 And here's the poem:


One Art

by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like a disaster.  



So much lost.  So little progress towards mastery of that art.

But don't worry! I'm sure most of the people at this week's Poetry Friday roundup are in a better mood this week!

Friday, May 03, 2013

Poetry Friday: Any Fool Can Get Into an Ocean

I'm writing this on Thursday night because I'm heading to the beach in the morning for the Eighth Grade Retreat.  I went looking for an ocean poem and immediately found this one, which seems perfect.  

"Any fool can get into an ocean..."
Jack Spicer

Any fool can get into an ocean   
But it takes a Goddess   
To get out of one.
What’s true of oceans is true, of course,
Of labyrinths and poems. When you start swimming   
Through riptide of rhythms and the metaphor’s seaweed
You need to be a good swimmer or a born Goddess
To get back out of them


Here's the rest, including a reading of it.

Off to wade through the metaphor's seaweed.  Back on Saturday.


The roundup is here this week.

Wednesday, May 01, 2013

May Day

April, Poetry Month, is over.  As always, it ended up being such a busy month that I didn't have time to savor all the fabulous poetry-related projects going on in blog-land, and barely even got to finish reading the Poetry Friday posts each week.  I traveled to the IRA conference in San Antonio (and still haven't organized myself enough to write a post on the sessions I attended).

We have the day off from school today, because here in Haiti, as in many places around the world, May 1st is Labor Day.  I have spent most of the day working on my talks for the Eighth Grade Retreat we're having this coming weekend.  I've been thinking about what I want to say to these kids, looking at photos of them from their middle school years, and reflecting on how far they have come since I first started teaching them.  May is an ending; our school year goes on a little bit into June, but graduation is at the end of May, and everything is winding down into the summer pretty much from here on out.

Probably other middle school teachers will understand me when I say that spring in eighth grade is a challenging time.  It's a little bit like teaching seniors; you are wanting to maximize your time with them, to teach them all the things you know they're going to need next year, and yet in some ways you're ready to say goodbye to them.  They've become restless, ready to move on.  Some days they feel hostile from my vantage point in the front of the room, so different from those little kids who first entered my room at the beginning of seventh grade.  They tolerate middle school now, but they are made for bigger things, their attitude conveys.  These small desks can no longer contain the people they are.

So it's May, and another school year is almost history.  This has been a difficult year in some ways, mostly unbloggable, and I'm ready for the summer to come.  But I want to be present in this last month of school, focused on the task at hand, enjoying the people in my room each day. 

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 30

Today is the last day of National Poetry Month, and here is the entire Progressive Poem:



P.T. BARNUM'S GREAT TRAVELING MUSEUM, MENAGERIE, CARAVAN, AND HIPPODROME
by Thirty Poets on a mission in the Kidlitosphere 


When you listen to your footsteps
the words become music and
the rhythm that you’re rapping gets your fingers tapping, too.
Your pen starts dancing across the page
a private pirouette, a solitary samba until
smiling, you’re beguiling as your love comes shining through.
Pause a moment in your dreaming, hear the whispers
of the words, one dancer to another, saying
Listen, that’s our cue! Mind your meter. Find your rhyme.
Ignore the trepidation while you jitterbug and jive.
Arm in arm, toe to toe, words begin to wiggle and flow
as your heart starts singing let your mind keep swinging

from life’s trapeze, like a clown on the breeze.
Swinging upside down, throw and catch new sounds–
Take a risk, try a trick; break a sweat: safety net?
Don’t check! You’re soaring and exploring,
dangle high, blood rush; spiral down, crowd hush–
limb-by-line-by-limb envision, pyramidic penned precision.

And if you should topple, if you should flop
if your meter takes a beating; your rhyme runs out of steam—
know this tumbling and fumbling is all part of the act,
so get up with a flourish. Your pencil’s still intact.
Snap those synapses! Feel the pulsing through your pen
Commit, measure by measure, to the coda’s cadence.

You've got them now--in the palm of your hand!
Finger by finger you’re reeling them in—
Big Top throng refrains from cheering, strains to hear the poem nearing…
Inky paws, uncaged, claw straw and sawdust
Until… CRACK! You’re in the center ring, mind unleashed, your words take wing--
they circle, soar, then light in the lap of an open-mouthed child; the crowd goes wild.


Here are the poets who contributed:

April
1  Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
2  Joy Acey
3  Matt Forrest Esenwine
4  Jone MacCulloch
5  Doraine Bennett
6  Gayle Krause
7  Janet Fagal
8  Julie Larios
9  Carrie Finison
10  Linda Baie
11  Margaret Simon
12  Linda Kulp
13  Catherine Johnson
14  Heidi Mordhorst
15  Mary Lee Hahn
16  Liz Steinglass
17  Renee LaTulippe
18  Penny Klostermann
19  Irene Latham
20  Buffy Silverman
21  Tabatha Yeatts
22  Laura Shovan
23  Joanna Marple
24  Katya Czaja
25  Diane Mayr
26  Robyn Hood Black
27  Ruth Hersey
28  Laura Purdie Salas
29  Denise Mortensen
30  April Halprin Wayland






It's been fun!  Let's do it again next year!

Monday, April 29, 2013

Progressive Poem: Line Twenty-Nine

Can you believe how fast this month went?  Tomorrow is the last line of the progressive poem.  Here's today's line.

Poetry Month: Day 29

Walls are everywhere here in Haiti.  They surround people's property and are often topped with razor wire.  Something there is that doesn't love a wall, for sure.  When people's walls fell down in the earthquake, neighbors could glimpse other lives, but for security's sake, the walls went right back up.  Maybe some day I will write a poem about walls in Haiti, and if so, I hope it has a tiny fraction of the metaphoric resonance in this one, by the master, Robert Frost.

Mending Wall

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."


Sunday, April 28, 2013

Progressive Poem: Line Twenty-Eight

Wow!  Laura Purdie Salas nailed it with today's line!  Can't wait to see what the last two poets do. 

Saturday, April 27, 2013

The Progressive Poem is Here: Poetry Month Day 27



The 27th seemed like a long way away when I agreed to it, and yet here it is already.  As someone else mentioned, last year's line seemed less daunting since I was so much earlier in the poem,  line fifteen. 

I've worked on this line a long time, scribbling many versions of it.  I knew I wanted some internal rhyme, since I'm the third line in the stanza, and all the third lines in all the stanzas have done that.  And as I read and reread the poem, the image I was getting was more and more of a circus, what with the clown, the trapeze, and of course, all the dancers.  All the rapping and tapping and swinging and singing and fumbling and tumbling is coming to an end, and the group act - the poem itself - is on its way.  The audience is on the edge of its seats.

So here it is.  I hope you like it, fellow Progressive Poets, and especially Laura, who's next.


When you listen to your footsteps
the words become music and
the rhythm that you’re rapping gets your fingers tapping, too.
Your pen starts dancing across the page
a private pirouette, a solitary samba until
smiling, you’re beguiling as your love comes shining through.

Pause a moment in your dreaming, hear the whispers
of the words, one dancer to another, saying
Listen, that’s our cue! Mind your meter. Find your rhyme.
Ignore the trepidation while you jitterbug and jive.
Arm in arm, toe to toe, words begin to wiggle and flow
as your heart starts singing let your mind keep swinging

from life’s trapeze, like a clown on the breeze.
Swinging upside down, throw and catch new sounds–
Take a risk, try a trick; break a sweat: safety net?
Don’t check! You’re soaring and exploring,
dangle high, blood rush; spiral down, crowd hush–
limb-by-line-by-limb envision, pyramidic penned precision.

And if you should topple, if you should flop
if your meter takes a beating; your rhyme runs out of steam—
know this tumbling and fumbling is all part of the act,
so get up with a flourish. Your pencil’s still intact.
Snap those synapses! Feel the pulsing through your pen
Commit, measure by measure, to the coda’s cadence.

You've got them now--in the palm of your hand!
Finger by finger you’re reeling them in—
Big Top throng refrains from cheering, strains to hear the poem nearing...



Photo Source: GreatestFoolsCircus.blogspot.com

Here are the places the circus act has been already, and where it's going next:

April
1  Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
2  Joy Acey
3  Matt Forrest Esenwine
4  Jone MacCulloch
5  Doraine Bennett
6  Gayle Krause
7  Janet Fagal
8  Julie Larios
9  Carrie Finison
10  Linda Baie
11  Margaret Simon
12  Linda Kulp
13  Catherine Johnson
14  Heidi Mordhorst
15  Mary Lee Hahn
16  Liz Steinglass
17  Renee LaTulippe
18  Penny Klostermann
19  Irene Latham
20  Buffy Silverman
21  Tabatha Yeatts
22  Laura Shovan
23  Joanna Marple
24  Katya Czaja
25  Diane Mayr
26  Robyn Hood Black
27  Ruth Hersey
28  Laura Purdie Salas
29  Denise Mortensen
30  April Halprin Wayland




 

Friday, April 26, 2013

Poetry Friday: To a Frustrated Poet

I believe the technical term for what I'm doing today is Freaking Out.  I started the day with twelve things on my to-do list, and I'm talking Big Things, like three different events at which I have to speak, and fifty-one timed writing prompts to grade.  At this point, five thirty in the afternoon, six of the things are crossed off my list, which I would feel pretty good about, except that there are still six more, and one of them, you guys, is that I have to add a line to the Progressive Poem tomorrow!  Look at it here, and see how Robin casually tosses it to me at the end, saying, "All yours, Ruth!" As though I know what I'm doing.

Breathe.

So anyway, I was looking in Garrison Keillor's anthology Good Poems for Hard Times, and I found this great poem to share today.


To a Frustrated Poet
R. J. Ellmann

This is to say
I know
You wish you were in the woods,
Living the poet life,
Not here at a formica topped table
In a meeting about perceived inequalities in the benefits and allowances offered to employees of this college.
And I too wish you were in the woods,
Because it's no fun having a frustrated poet
In the Dept. of Human Resources, believe me.

Read the rest of it, and find out what happens to the frustrated poet (and what I really don't want to happen to me, no matter how daunting my to-do list) here.

Here's what I've posted since last Friday in honor of Poetry Month:  on Saturday, a Shakespeare sonnet, on Sunday, a Sarah Orne Jewett poem about staying home from church, on Monday a whole mess of excuses, on Tuesday fangirl babblings about meeting Poetry Friday poets at IRA, on Wednesday a celebration of my blog birthday a day late with another Shakespeare sonnet, and on Thursday a Ted Kooser poem on what I later found out was his birthday.

Now off to hyperventilate some more.  I hope to have some time later this weekend to read  today's Poetry Friday roundup.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 25

This is today's Poem of the Day at Poetry Foundation, and I couldn't resist it.


In the Basement of the Goodwill Store
by Ted Kooser

In musty light, in the thin brown air   
of damp carpet, doll heads and rust,   
beneath long rows of sharp footfalls   
like nails in a lid, an old man stands   
trying on glasses, lifting each pair
from the box like a glittering fish   
and holding it up to the light
of a dirty bulb.

Here's the rest.

Progressive Poem: Line Twenty-Five

Here's today's line.



Here's the whole poem so far. I get to add to it on Saturday.



When you listen to your footsteps
the words become music and
the rhythm that you’re rapping gets your fingers tapping, too.
Your pen starts dancing across the page
a private pirouette, a solitary samba until
smiling, you’re beguiling as your love comes shining through.

Pause a moment in your dreaming, hear the whispers
of the words, one dancer to another, saying
Listen, that’s our cue! Mind your meter. Find your rhyme.
Ignore the trepidation while you jitterbug and jive.
Arm in arm, toe to toe, words begin to wiggle and flow
as your heart starts singing let your mind keep swinging

from life’s trapeze, like a clown on the breeze.
Swinging upside down, throw and catch new sounds–
Take a risk, try a trick; break a sweat: safety net?
Don’t check! You’re soaring and exploring,
dangle high, blood rush; spiral down, crowd hush–
limb-by-line-by-limb envision, pyramidic penned precision.

And if you should topple, if you should flop
if your meter takes a beating; your rhyme runs out of steam—
know this tumbling and fumbling is all part of the act,
so get up with a flourish. Your pencil’s still intact.
Snap those synapses! Feel the pulsing through your pen
Commit, measure by measure, to the coda’s cadence.

You've got them now--in the palm of your hand!

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 24

I was babbling so excitedly yesterday about meeting Poetry Friday friends in San Antonio that I didn't even mention the fact that it was my Blog Birthday.  I started blogging on April 23rd, 2006, so yesterday marked seven years.  It was also Shakespeare's birthday, so I decided to post some Shakespeare.  I've shared many of his sonnets here, but never this one, and its references to age seem appropriate.  He says the only thing we can do, faced with the inevitable depredations of time, is to have kids.  When we're gone, they'll be there to carry on.

Not very cheerful, I suppose, but still beautiful, even though the violet is "past prime, and sable curls, all silvered o'er with white."  I think what's making me think this way is that my hotel bathroom in San Antonio had much brighter lights than my bathroom at home.  I was quite startled by how old I looked in the mirror.  

sonnetXII

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
      And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
   Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

Progressive Poem: Line Twenty-Four

Here's today's line. I'm getting more and more nervous as my day, the 27th, gets closer!





April
1  Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
2  Joy Acey
3  Matt Forrest Esenwine
4  Jone MacCulloch
5  Doraine Bennett
6  Gayle Krause
7  Janet Fagal
8  Julie Larios
9  Carrie Finison
10  Linda Baie
11  Margaret Simon
12  Linda Kulp
13  Catherine Johnson
14  Heidi Mordhorst
15  Mary Lee Hahn
16  Liz Steinglass
17  Renee LaTulippe
18  Penny Klostermann
19  Irene Latham
20  Buffy Silverman
21  Tabatha Yeatts
22  Laura Shovan
23  Joanna Marple
24  Katya Czaja
25  Diane Mayr
26  Robyn Hood Black
27  Ruth Hersey
28  Laura Purdie Salas
29  Denise Mortensen
30  April Halprin Wayland

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 23

I've been up since three this morning traveling, and now I'm home and exhausted.  But I'm still excited about the chance I had while in San Antonio to meet some Poetry Friday people whose blogs I have been reading for years.

I had posted last week that I was going to the IRA convention and wondered whether any of the Poetry Friday bloggers would be there.  Irene Latham wrote me an email giving me some names of people who would. I went to post a comment on Amy's blog and found that she was doing a session with Sylvia Vardell and Joyce Sidman and Janet Wong, so I planned to go to that. Then Mary Lee sent me her phone number, and when we talked, she told me she'd be at that session too.

I went to the session, which was one of the best of the whole convention.  They were talking about this book:

I had already bought it for my Kindle, but was excited to win another copy at the end of the session. I would much rather work with the paper copy, anyway.  All the presenters talked about simple and non-time-consuming ways to use these poems, while still meeting Standards,  the new be-all and end-all of education.  (The photo here is of the Texas edition of the book; there's also an edition with Common Core standards.)  The anthology is full of beautiful poems.  It was fabulous to hear Janet, Amy, and Joyce read. 

Even better than the session itself, though, was meeting the people who were there.  At the beginning, when Sylvia was asking who was from Texas and who was from elsewhere, Amy shouted out, "Who is from Haiti?"  I waved my arms.

When it was over, we took photos and I enjoyed putting faces to names.   Also there was indefatigable commenter Janet F., soon-to-be blogger and already cheerleader for poetry.

The whole way through the conference I felt I was with "my people": folks who love reading and books and think literacy is among the most important gifts there is.  I felt that especially in the poetry session.  I'm so thankful for the community we can build on the internet, for what I can learn from these amazing poets, and for their kindness to me.  

Progressive Poem: Line Twenty-Three

Here's today's line.

 

Monday, April 22, 2013

Progressive Poem: Line Twenty-Two AND Poetry Month: Day 22

Here's today's line.





I have to get up at three tomorrow morning to start the journey back to Haiti, so I am not going to do a full post on today's goings-on (internet troubles and doing touristy things this afternoon prevented posting).  I'll just say that it was pretty exciting to meet several Poetry Friday people today at the IRA conference.  

More on that when I get home. 

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 21

At Home from Church

By Sarah Orne Jewett
 
The lilacs lift in generous bloom
   Their plumes of dear old-fashioned flowers;
Their fragrance fills the still old house
   Where left alone I count the hours.

High in the apple-trees the bees
   Are humming, busy in the sun,—
An idle robin cries for rain
   But once or twice and then is done.

The Sunday-morning quiet holds
   In heavy slumber all the street,
While from the church, just out of sight
   Behind the elms, comes slow and sweet

The organ’s drone, the voices faint
   That sing the quaint long-meter hymn—
I somehow feel as if shut out
   From some mysterious temple, dim

And beautiful with blue and red
   And golden lights from windows high,
Where angels in the shadows stand
   And earth seems very near the sky.

The day-dream fades—and so I try
   Again to catch the tune that brings
No thought of temple nor of priest,
   But only of a voice that sings.

I don't know why Sara Orne Jewett stayed home from church, but I know why I didn't go to church this morning.  I was at the IRA convention.  A few times today I thought, "Wow!  Today is Sunday!"  It's an odd feeling to someone who is used to Sunday being special, spent both in going to church and in relaxing at home.

I'm planning a post about the IRA sessions I attended once I get home and can reflect some. 

Progressive Poem: Line Twenty-One

Here's today's line. My time to participate is getting closer...



April
1  Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
2  Joy Acey
3  Matt Forrest Esenwine
4  Jone MacCulloch
5  Doraine Bennett
6  Gayle Krause
7  Janet Fagal
8  Julie Larios
9  Carrie Finison
10  Linda Baie
11  Margaret Simon
12  Linda Kulp
13  Catherine Johnson
14  Heidi Mordhorst
15  Mary Lee Hahn
16  Liz Steinglass
17  Renee LaTulippe
18  Penny Klostermann
19  Irene Latham
20  Buffy Silverman
21  Tabatha Yeatts
22  Laura Shovan
23  Joanna Marple
24  Katya Czaja
25  Diane Mayr
26  Robyn Hood Black
27  Ruth Hersey
28  Laura Purdie Salas
29  Denise Mortensen
30  April Halprin Wayland

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Poetry Month: Day 20

The first day of the IRA conference was great; I'll post more later about the individual sessions.  When thinking about what poem to post, I recalled that the most commonly used words today were "power" and "powerful."  Reading is powerful, connections with texts are powerful, teachers have power to affect students in ways that may not become apparent for years.  Here's Shakespeare's take on the power we have and how we choose to use it.

Sonnet XCIV: They that have Power to Hurt and will do None

By William Shakespeare

 
They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow:
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. 


Here's to using our power as teachers wisely, doing no harm.  Here's to the joy of reading, and talking about what we read.  Here's to going to bed after a long and busy day of learning!

Progressive Poem: Line Twenty

Here is the twentieth line of the poem!

Friday, April 19, 2013

Poetry Friday: The Alamo

It's my first time in San Antonio, and Jean, the teacher I'm traveling with, is here for the first time too. So what did we do today? We went and picked up our registration materials for the IRA conference we're attending, and then we went to Target.  When you live in Haiti, and you're in the States for five days, there are just some things you have to buy.  We're hoping to go to the Alamo this evening before it closes.  In the meantime, here's a poem about it.

Are any of you Poetry Friday people going to be here at the International Reading Association conference this week?  If so, it would be great to meet you.  Leave a message in the comments!

Within the Alamo

He drew a straight line
Across the dirt floor:
Within, it was death-still--
Without, was a roar
And a scream of the trumpets:
Within, was a Word--
And a line drawn clean
By the sweep of a sword.
No help was coming, now--
That hope was done.
No more the free air,
no more the sun
Bright on the blue leagues
Of buffalo-clover.
Travis drew a line
And they all crossed over.
Travis had a wife at home,
Travis was young;
Travis had a little boy
Whose tight arms clung,
But Travis saw a far light
Shining before:
Travis drew a sword-cut
Across the dirt floor.

And now the old fort stands
Placid and dim,
Blinking and dreaming
Of them and of him;
And now past the Plaza
Other tides roar,
since Travis wrote "Valor"
Across the sand floor,
And the guns they will rust,
And the captains will go,
And an end come at last
To the wars that we know,
But as long as there travails
A Spirit in man,
In a war that was ancient
Before Time began,
Here will the brave come
To read a high Word--
Cut clean in the dust
By the stroke of a sword.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Progressive Poem - Line Eighteen

We traveled all day, for almost 18 hours, but I had to make a quick stop in before going to bed to link you to today's line. Glad to be in San Antonio. Back tomorrow for Poetry Friday!

Poetry Month - Day 18

Yep, I'm leaving on a jet plane today, headed for the IRA conference in San Antonio.  I've been singing this song my whole life; my parents tell me that when I was four, it was my favorite.



I do know when I'll be back again - next week.  I'll try to keep posting while I'm there, but I'll be pretty busy attending great sessions and book signings and taking hot showers and shopping in the U.S. of A. 

(I'm pretty sure that's #10 Downing Street in the video. That's not where I live, by the way.)

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Edwidge Danticat on Cathedrals

May I post something in April that isn't a poem?  Oh, but it almost could be, with its luscious language.  Edwidge Danticat wrote an essay about one of the two cathedrals that was destroyed in Port-au-Prince during the earthquake, and about the new cathedral to be built.  She writes:

"Yes, Notre Dame de Paris and Our Lady of Strasbourg are magnificent cathedrals, but they were not surrounded by bustling street markets; they did not function in the midst of such a busy atmosphere that the buzz of people's voices and cars honking were always part of the distant echoes of the Mass. These cathedrals might have been more pristine, but their saints probably didn't hear as many urgent prayers as those of Notre Dame de l'Assomption, where worship began loudly outside, in the sun, at the foot of the cross, where novenas were shouted rather than whispered, and votive candles flickered wildly as hot paraffin dripped down the supplicants' arms."

You can read the whole thing here.

Poetry Month - Day 17

A Facebook friend posted a poem on my wall yesterday, and a search shows me that, even though it's an old favorite, I've never posted it here before. Time to remedy that! I love this celebration of the glorious variety of the natural world. Surely it wasn't necessary for the earth to be as beautiful as it is. But it is! Glory be to God!

Pied Beauty

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

 
Glory be to God for dappled things –
   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                Praise him.

At this link you can listen to the poem being read.  I seem to have posted two Hopkins poem on this blog in the past, both paired with another poem.  Last year I chose "No Worst, There is None..." for Good Friday (along with a link to some information about the poet), and I shared "Spring" in March 2010.

Progressive Poem - Line Seventeen

And here's today's line for the Progressive Poem. It looks like it's coming down to earth...


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Poetry Month - Day 16

This evening I did a poetry reading at school with two friends.  It's a lot of fun to share our poetry out loud for an audience. 

This has been a rushed week because I'm getting ready to go to the IRA conference in San Antonio.  In addition, we've been having electrical problems at home, affecting my internet access.  I even missed a day of posting.  Sorry!

I'll be back tomorrow with a poem. 

Progressive Poem - Line Sixteen

Here's today's line!

 

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Poetry Month - Day 13

The Love-Hat Relationship
by Aaron Belz

I have been thinking about the love-hat relationship.
It is the relationship based on the love of one another's hats.
The problem with the love-hat relationship is that it is superficial.

You can read more about the love-hat relationship here.

Progressive Poem - Line Thirteen

Here's the thirteenth line!