To my class:
I'm sorry to write this, and I'm sorry I didn't have time to address this in class. But, I'm going to be long term substitute teaching for Mrs. McGinity for the next 3 weeks (or more). I may be back for the end of the year, and I may not. I want to thank you for your patience and respect this semester, and I hope you learned something that will stay with you. I wish I could be there to see your Multi-Genre Papers. Keep reading and writing. Contact me with anything you may need, and feel free to stop by Room 104 to say "hello." All my best,
Mr. Ankeny
Day Thirty / 4.30.10
Today we started with a WIBR party of sorts. Then we worked on our they're/their/there grammar. Next we discussed poems. The poems can be found here. After that, we discussed different kinds of poems we can write on our own. The handout is here and the slideshow with examples of the poems is here. Finally, we ended with time to write our own poems.
Here is the beautiful poem we read by John N. Morris. In many ways, creative writing is a skill that helps us to live in what kills us.
For Julia, in Deep Water
The instructor we hire
because she does not love you
Leads you into the deep water,
The deep end
Where the water is darker—
Her open, encouraging arms
That never get nearer
Are merciless for your sake.
You will dream this water always
Where nothing draws nearer,
Wasting your valuable breath
You will scream for your mother—
Only your mother is drowning
Forever in the thin air
Down at the deep end.
She is doing nothing,
She never did anything harder.
And I am beside her.
I am beside her in this imagination.
We are waiting
Where the water is darker.
You are over your head,
Screaming, you are learning
Your way toward us,
You are learning how
In the helpless water
It is with our skill
We live in what kills us.
Here is the beautiful poem we read by John N. Morris. In many ways, creative writing is a skill that helps us to live in what kills us.
For Julia, in Deep Water
The instructor we hire
because she does not love you
Leads you into the deep water,
The deep end
Where the water is darker—
Her open, encouraging arms
That never get nearer
Are merciless for your sake.
You will dream this water always
Where nothing draws nearer,
Wasting your valuable breath
You will scream for your mother—
Only your mother is drowning
Forever in the thin air
Down at the deep end.
She is doing nothing,
She never did anything harder.
And I am beside her.
I am beside her in this imagination.
We are waiting
Where the water is darker.
You are over your head,
Screaming, you are learning
Your way toward us,
You are learning how
In the helpless water
It is with our skill
We live in what kills us.
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