• Art(s),  Creativity

    Poetry Practice Pieces 2.25.15

    Five Not-So-Easy Pieces My head hurt in my effort to complete these assignments. Ils contestaient missions! And so, I’m still working on the Dickinson one. Enjoy! 1.Five Liner Stiff knotty hands misshapen by age Sculpts earthy tators with black steel blade Practicing the presence of God, he says Can I tempt you to rest your gnarled aching grip His neck stretches, recoils, bent on his sacred toil 2.  Sound and Sense (A la Peyton Manning -“Nationwide is on Your Side”) I picked this line from one of Barry Manilow’s popular hit,…

  • Art(s),  Creativity,  Visible Thinking

    Bidart Lipsynch and Imagery

    [This post is still under construction.]The last few weeks have been a blur of activities. Does your brain hurt from non-stop mentation? Mine does and did. As Countess Dowager [Dame Maggie Smith] spouts in Downton Abbey, “All this endless thinking, it’s very over-rated!” But poetic imagination is not. To the uninformed, I’m learning to use metaphors in poetry writing, hence this Bidart draft. To Randy and my poetry friends, here are my practice drafts: 1) Here’s my Bidart lipsynching draft 1. [Homonym: Lamp/Lamb] The Poem is a Lamp L A…

  • Art(s)

    Collaborative Learning Activity: Poetry Writing

    We sat around a table with interesting objects we had brought from home. A community of poet wannabes. Or poetry machines, Randy Marshall our chief instigator cheekily called us. He led us to write poems inspired by the stories we shared about the items. A good activity that I could use one day with my students, if Randy doesn’t mind.Poetry writing sharpens our minds and writing. I like the opportunity it provides for us to be precise and playful with words. It is a great learning activity to try in…

  • Inclusion,  Teaching

    Hodge Podge of Thoughts on Inclusive Teaching Institute

    Looking down at Shockoe Valley from Richmond Hill Retreat Center

    I thought of you  In the land of plenty Disconnected from the rest of Richmond city Riding in a car Someone pointed out “This school‘s roof leaked.  The ceiling tile hit a child!” What went through the minds of young students To be broken up and bused to different strange schools? Further the car took me  To another school sited next to the city jail Hope sits adjacent to despair City planning gone awry Or a deliberate act of marginalization In the four Courts silence pervaded There were no children…

  • Art(s)

    A Reflection on Tribes the Play

    “Tribes” by Nina Raine at Barrow Street TheatreI didn’t know what to expect from the play. I went with one goal: to watch border-crossing enact in hybrid spaces when a Deaf actor works with non-Deaf actors and to do “research” for my dissertation. So here’s my short reflective poem about the play: Clamor Of sound and silence Language Signed or spoken By them We live, love Or not Tell me Don’t leave me Out Speak my language Understand me By Whose terms? Two paths Onward we trod Center or edge…

  • Art(s)

    Modern Cuneiform

    i stare oblivious to the glare paper mountains scaled, as yet in vain there is no respite thoughts they desist word strings, one and then a few in caprice, halts and spews solitude incubates this industry of zeal and rage ~ author, ywk, jan 17, 2010