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

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Choice is Key. Choice is Access.

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In about two weeks, school will begin for me. It may be three weeks away for others. Yet, we can all agree, the summer is in its twilight and soon, very soon, we will meet our newest students. Often, new students come expecting to have knowledge delivered to them: "Are you going to teach us grammar? Tell me what I did wrong. Tell me what I need to do to get an A."

And, yes, I understand that approach to learning; it is appropriate for some aspects of education. However, in a few weeks, not only will a new school year begin, but new writer's workshops will embark in thousands of classrooms--where answers are not given but discovered.

And it is in these classrooms where students will be invited to join the teachers in uncovering answers, truths, and technique.  

I find that students rarely see this model coming. They enter the writing classroom with preconceived notions. They carry rumors and incomplete fragments of experiences from students who passed through the classroom in previous years. 

Most, during that first week, will be absorbing the predictable structure of writing workshop as they experience it for the first time. Most will focus on the explicit meaning of writing workshop: writing space and time, reading nooks, and frequent invitations to confer. As teachers, we will patiently wait for student attention to digest the implications of the implicit element of writing workshop: the gift of time and choice. Time and choice--freedom--will stop some students in their tracks. For others, it will provide an early comfort.

Poetry helps me ease students into the world of time and choice with writing. Poetry helps me relieve the pressure of being invited to write on the first day of class. And the second day. And the third.

We write every day? some may wonder.

We start by talking about and writing about poetry--not so much what does it mean, but what we notice. Students can not be incorrect. These early conversations go a long way towards establishing a foundation of a comfortable writing community. 

When one student notices a word choice, another might notice a full line, while others might note the punctuation, the organization, the spacing...

Often during these early conversations, students may not know the terminology of what they are referencing. And in other cases they know the terminology--such as repetition--but do not necessarily think of it as a writer's tool.

This open forum can take 5-10 minutes in a class period or longer if the need arises. It enables an environment of inquiry and conversation. In this structure, the teacher plays the role of recipient, listener, and guide--we adjust to the students. We are not in a hurry to point out the repetition in a poem if they do not see it right away--perhaps repetition comes in another poem tomorrow or next week. Perhaps all we discuss today is the fact that the poem made us laugh, or think, or sad.

The consistent use of poetry in mini-lessons throughout the writing workshop can also be supplemented with children's picture books. Again, these books are short enough for students to read through within the structure of a class, and they so often deliver a powerful connection when we ask, "So, what did you notice?"

When invite students to tell us what they notice, we build vocabulary, a tool box of writing strategies, and confidence. The better students become talking about writing the better students become as writers because when they can articulate--think--writing they can own it.

As Lucy Calkins writes in The Art of Teaching Writing, "Teachers...will learn about some poets, teachers, and children have answered the question of what's essential in poetry, but rather than telling our students these characteristics, we'll want to invite them to join us in finding out what they are."

This is the key to the power of writing workshop. This is the key we invite students to turn because once they understand that this key exists, they realize that the key fits perfectly inside their locks. They can insert it, turn it, and pop open a world through writing that they did not believe they were capable of accessing.


Wednesday, February 22, 2012

YA Book Review: Crossing the Stones

A colleague laughed at me yesterday when I referenced Crossing the Stones by Helen Frost as beautiful...so beautiful I wanted to read it a second time just as I finished it the first time.  And I did.

Part journey, part love story Crossing the Stones (in its own way) balances Aristotle's pathos--ethos--logos.  While this novel is not a persuasive essay per se, it does stir up several topics that would serve as wonderful starters for persuasive essays in the middle school classroom.  The appeals of logic, emotion, and character stand firm and clear--no one apologizes for their thoughts or who they are--these are fictional characters built on the real emotion and reality of a volatile moment of American history.

Our nation changed not only on the surface, but also down to the core of families--families were torn apart by death and growth.  While the looming threat of death exists, this novel presents so much more than death.  True, one could argue that the death of the traditional American family plays out here as well--yet this story emerges as so much more than that.  Beauty is born out of these circumstances, and Frost takes the reader on that journey.

Written in a combination of free-verse verse and cupped-hand sonnets, Crossing the Stones is a coming-of-age novel set in 1917.  Every significant character in this novel goes on a journey of some type--some return, some do not.  All are changed by their individual journeys as well as by the journeys of loved ones around them.

Each page or so is a different poem (a vignette) told from the point-of-view of any one of five characters: Muriel, Frank, Emma, Ollie, Grace.  While this is eighteen year-old Muriel's story, all of the characters play significant roles in the plot and each connects with the reader in some way--they each have striking moments in which you can not help but like them and root for them.

The conflicts in this story are built around family and the obstacles or challenges each must overcome as they face World War I and the emerging Suffragist Movement.  As Frank and Ollie hurtle on the path to manhood (walking into the teeth of war) many at home are criticized for not blindly supporting the war.  Muriel questions it much to the dismay of her teacher--why does everyone just listen and go to war?

Muriel is the perfect vehicle to connect with her Aunt Vera marching with the other Suffragists in front of the White House in support of women's rights--which in the end is really about a woman's voice.  I really liked that Muriel wrestles with her own voice at home.  She questions her voice, yet late in the novel it is her voice which serves as a healing balm and soothes her sister back to health--almost falling to the deadly influenza outbreaks soldiers unintentionally brought home from the front.

As the reader concludes the book a note from the author brings the form together--this note moved me to reread the book immediately.  Frost explains the poetic form and offers a few insights that definitely enhanced the reading of the novel.  However, I think the book is best enjoyed naturally--just read it for enjoyment.  And then consider Frost's notes.

Crossing the Stones is beautiful--I stand by my statement no matter who laughs at me.  Any story taking the reader on a journey where families are torn apart by death and by the growth and expansion of the world echoes a line from Wallace Stevens: Death is the mother of beauty.


Monday, February 20, 2012

YA Book Review: All the Broken Pieces

Written in free verse poetry vignettes, Ann E. Burg's All the Broken Pieces has all of the earmarks of a writer with something to say.  It will be interesting to see where she goes from here--I have memories of a graduate school contemporary literature course observation that Marilyn Robinson's Housekeeping falls into a short line of authors who write a mighty first book and then--pffft.  Nothing.  Of course Harper Lee and J.D. Salinger lead that list.

I'm not comparing ABP to any of those novels or authors; however, I am pointing out the messages of prejudice, healing, and acceptance in ABP (Burg's first novel) are strong and relevant for a middle school reader.  Burg hefted a great message from her soul and put it into a form that the YA audience can appreciate and middle school teachers can use in their classes.  She does not shy away from the ugliness of the situation, but Berg has an artful hand with the ugly moments and scars and presents them in a way that a middle school brain can digest, process, and discuss them without being curled up in a ball in the corner of a closet.



Of special note for teachers is that this is a book about males overcoming their prejudice, pain, insecurities amid the broiling social climate of early 1970s America.  Without spoiling the story, protagonist Matt Pin was a child airlifted out of Vietnam during the Vietnam War.  His mother passed him on to American soldiers for adoption, saving, redemption.  Operation Babylift was a very real moment in American history.  During the finals days of the Vietnam War and leading all the way to the fall of Saigon, Americans airlifted over 3,300 Vietnamese children out of the country...particularly Vietnamese children fathered by American soldiers.  Fear of what Communists would do to these children of mixed race as well as the great political publicity such a move would generate, President Gerald Ford signed on.  Many critics called it a move to generate sympathy for the war.



This matches so well with Thannha Lai's Inside Out & Back Again (Vietnamese girl flees Saigon for America) and Christina Gonzalez's The Red Umbrella (Operation Pedro Pan & Cuba) and that I think I am going to pitch all as a package during an upcoming curriculum discussion.

Back to book...the male protagonist, Matt Lin, is airlifted out of Vietnam and sent to America for adoption.  His mother willingly gave him up--the only ray of hope she could embrace for her son.
Yet, not everyone is thrilled to see a Vietnamese boy in town in the early 70s, but some use the opportunity for healing.

An angle of particular strength in ABP is the use of the Veterans Voices meetings.  Vietnam War veterans meet each week in the community center to support one another and to continue the process of healing.  Matt is brought to these meetings for both the veterans and himself.  In the process, the veterans begin to see a validation for their efforts and Matt begins to learn to heal as well.

Written in first-person free verse poetry vignettes the voice is not especially youthful.  It balances more between the maturity of an adult author and the experiences of a child.  I imagine the challenge is really difficult to write free verse in the voice of child, let alone a Vietnamese child if that is not your native tongue.  The voice doesn't stumble over words or associations--the thoughts flow seamlessly--yetI did not have a problem with any of it.  The voice hovered over the scene--as if Matt's reflections took him back in time as a ghost and he watched the events play over again, without emotion or prejudice.

My mother talks
slowly and gently.
Her fluttery hands
are folded in front of her,
like we are in church.

Matt you've been through so much,
she says, but we want you
to stop running,
or, at least, to find out
what it is you're running from.

What is she talking about?
I'm not running.
I'm trying to stay.

In my classes, some 8th grade students struggle with learning where to break a line free verse poetry or how to isolate an image or idea.  Some are interested in reading self-selected books built on history or poetry.  Some dig for YA stories about males.  The point is--I see a lot going for this book in a middle school classroom--it digs into several themes:  prejudice, the horrors of war, blame, and adoption.  I find more and more of my 8th grade students digging for and self-selecting books with challenging and serious themes--they are so curious about so many things at their age.  Of course, the books about cloying love and "friends forever" still get pulled from the shelves for good effect and reason, but I have to say that I will be happy to place All the Broken Pieces on my classroom library shelf because it is a great book for the curious and developing mind of the middle school reader...and it just might make an even better teaching tool.




Saturday, February 18, 2012

Wordsalve: poet Sunita Jain & my class

My most recent classroom Skype with an author emerged from a parent email.  A mother asked me if her daughter had ever mentioned her grandmother, a writer who lives in India.  The implication in the email was that this may be someone I would like to invite into my classroom through Skype, as I have with many authors over the past two years.

You never know when some of the best experiences in life will come, or how they will emerge.
Be Mine
I am afraid to touch
the hurts you have known, child
the sobs under the skin
the terror forged in your lines.
Will poems make up for these?
I'll make poems while the mind keeps.
And send you wordsalve for manbite.

Be well.  Be mine.
I asked if the family had anything I could read by the grandmother or photocopy to share with my classes.  The granddaughter brought me in a stack of books--when I say a stack I mean a stack.  The grandmother's writing and life experience is humbling and moving.


I Want You to Say

I want you to say
you love me
as leaves grow
on clinging vines--
say it again and again till
feeling is a net of veins
flowing with life.

Till music, hard and clean
like river water on stones,
courses through my soul-chime.

Having Indian poet Sunita Jain speak to my class was, without a doubt, one of my best experiences as a teacher:

a) The Indian students (particularly the females) had a chance to connect with a female Indian author--just last year the significance of these types of experiences were illuminated before me as an Indian female student in my class expressed heartfelt joy that I had Mitali Perkins speak to my class.  I can distinctly recall her saying that she could not believe she got to speak to real Indian author.  I'm learning first hand that mentor connections in general carry great formative influence of young people, yet to be able to zero in on specific cultures or the social features of your students is equally as relevant.

In Losing
In Losing I lost not you.
The self
migrated from self.
The music ceased.
The anguish
charred the rest.

b) A grandmother not only got to see her granddaughter in school, but also engaged with her in my classroom--imagine all of the parties, dinners, soccer games that this grandmother misses by living in New Delhi while her family lives her on the east coast of America.  She misses seeing her grandchildren grow because of the great distance between them.  Yet, a technology like Skype allows families and friends connect around the world.  I have to say that watching my student and her grandmother interact, and especially the repeated smile on the grandmother, has been one of my great honors as a teacher.  It was fulfilling to see my student so involved with the overall experience in addition to the privilege of seeing her interacting with her grandmother--not to mention the fact that all of my other students got to participate in this experience.  There were so many levels to it that I am still processing it.


Deserts are Space

Deserts are space
and ache is time,
when to part lovers
an ocean walks in.




c) Good writing is international, ageless, boundless, and timeless.  The personal nature of Sunita Jain's writing really comes through in her responses.  If you view the 20 minute video below, you'll hear her talk about the observations that came alive for her when her mother old and dying.  Her deeply personal and reflective response of how her own sensibilities and sensitives were altered in those moments served as such a touching and poignant lesson for my young writers.

Dawn

The dawn's silver grey
with sparrows, crows, bird in transit--
sunshot suddenly
with crimson blended.

d) In reading her poetry together before the Skype session, and then hearing her responses to our class, felt like I was hearing greatness.  It was great.  These were not only great moments for all of the beauty and sincerity mentioned above, but these were great words coming out of her.  I was really moved by the entire experience and I hope you gain something out of my sharing as much as I can here online.
 

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

YA Book Review: Inside Out & Back Again

Inside Out and Back AgainInside Out and Back Again by Thanhha Lai

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

YA author Thanhha Lai recounts her experiences as a child-growing-into-adolescence while the Vietnam War grinds to a halt and the Americans pull out of South Vietnam. The autobiographical Inside Out & Back Again is written in narrative poetry which is sectioned into four parts: Saigon, At Sea, Alabama, and From Now On.

I just had a conference in my class with a student who wanted to make her story sound / read more innocently. Writing from the perspective of a child, she wanted to write how a child sees, what it sees, how it names things. It is more than just changing some words, the writer has to try to recount what is indeed important to a child...a child's priorities are unique and should be treated as such. This is a part of what makes Inside Out & Back Again successful.

Lai's brings our narrator Hå to life with the sensibility of both an artist and also someone who is completely saturated with the experience:

I can't make my brothers
go live elsewhere
but I can
hide their sandals

There is a hint in the book that even at a young age Lai's alter ego understood that she was an artist and on the path towards being someone beautiful:

Mother has always wanted
an engineer, a real doctor, a poet,
and a lawyer.

She turns to me.
You love to argue, right?

No I don't.

She brightens.

I vow to become much more agreeable.


There are many perspectives to consider in a YA novel like this: history, culture, growing up, family, siblings, bullying, racism, war, politics, and even to a much more complex degree love and loss, comfort, acceptance, and inner strength or pride. The mother is a mighty character...her presence is felt within each poem. I could feel her eyes on Hå as I read, even if she wasn't included in on that particular poem.


I chant,
wanting the gentle strokes
to continue forever.

I chant
wanting Mother's calmness
to sink into me.


The book lists itself as appropriate for ages 8-12, but quite honestly I enjoyed it as much as any book written for my age range--and I don't mean as a curiosity. This is a book which brings a slice of history alive (which I love in YA literature) but the history is a backdrop. History is what happens around human beings. Lai has captured the human experience and presented it as a thoroughly enriching experience for the YA audience.

Highly recommended for your middle school bookshelf.



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