Ooooh, I cant wait to get started! 🙂 🙂 This month’s challenge looks awesome.
I am about to introduce Blackout poetry to my class for student teaching. Personally, I have been meaning to do this for a while. So when I decided I wanted to teach a lesson on poetry, this was one of the first things that came to mind as I was coming up with activities. This works well with my lesson as I am not only teaching the students to differentiate between poetry and prose but I am also teaching them to identify literary devices and the ways they help us understand text a little better. I was going to do this the old fashioned way with newspaper clippings and permanent markers but then I suddenly came across this cool interactive feature on the New York Times website.
Here’s the link if you would like to try it out: Searching for Poetry in Prose
A daydreamer is a writer just waiting for pen and paper.
-Richelle E. Goodrich
Right now, I am struggling a bit to place my thoughts onto paper. I just came across one of Rabindranath Tagore’s poems that describes exactly how I am feeling. I couldn’t have described it any other way.
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor;
but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” – William Wordsworth
From things that have happened and from things as they exist and from all things that you know and from all things that you cannot know, you make something through your invention that is not a representation but a whole new thing truer than anything true and alive, and you make it alive, and if you make it well enough, you give it immortality. That is why you write and for no other reason that you know of. But what about all the reasons that no one knows?
– Ernest Hemingway