We've just finished a poetry unit, a solid three weeks of study and self-expression. Here, the middle school all does poetry at the same time, so that we can end with a poetry extravaganza (very generously termed a "slam"). This Thursday, the top three poets from grades 6-8 (as voted by their peers and a panel of judges) will take the mic and give it their all. The whole middle school will be encouraged to wear black in a massive attempt to truly get their Beat on. Cigarettes dangling from limp fingers are strictly forbidden. Berets are optional.
Many teachers resist teaching poetry because, really, who knows anything about it? Others who DO teach poetry write tracts in educational journals about how academically rigorous and challenging it should be, so if you're circling up the kids and telling them to write about their feelings, you are surely 1) an ignoramus and 2) irrevocably damaging young minds.
I personally prefer the stance of Stephen Fry, one of those very cool British actors and comedians who are also erudite writers. In his book The Ode Less Traveled (highly recommended, go buy it now), he insists that people do need to be taught how to write poetry AND that anyone is capable of doing so. To prove his point, he starts off the book with a series of iambic pentameter exercises. It sets my language-nerd heart aflutter.
It's also a mindset that makes it fun to teach poetry as opposed to stressful or stressfully unstructured. Kids learn tools to help them write strong verse and then are encouraged to try it out. They do so with varying degrees of comfort and finesse, but it is the rare and grumpy child who simply refuses to try. Poems are short, which makes them less threatening than an essay or narrative. It's easy to start again...and again...and again...And once you start, who knows down what roads poetry may lead you.
Case in point: my students this year appear to be a well adjusted, chipper bunch. We had a rollicking debate about whether the word "fart" consitutes an onomatopoeia. We went outside and described what we saw. We examined common symbols, practiced alliteration and had what I thought was a high-school-level discussion of e.e. cummings's classic "maggie and milly and molly and may."
They then proceeded to write the most dismal, gut-wrenching, raven-quothing poems featuring death-bed scenes, spectral possession, murder in the night and the agony of lost love. And, lest you think otherwise, this was weeks before the English department decided on the Gothy/Beatnik dress code for the poetry slam. When we talked about trees and flowers being common symbols for life, I had no idea how many bouquets of dead and dying foliage I'd be sorting through when the final portfolios were turned in. I blame the Twilight series. Or else there is a darkside to Abu Dhabi I have yet to discover.
Poetry is also democratic in that teachers are often no better at it than the students. I wrote a few of my own poems during the lengthier workshop times in class when I resolutely refused to answer any questions in the hope of fostering self-reliance. Suffice it to say, my own verse (which will never be featured here) was much less preciously dreary, but no less laborered. Writing poetry is hard. Writing good poetry is almost impossible.
Then why do we make kids try it, year after year? Isn't it just a bit antiquated, like typewriters, landlines and cursive? And who actually writes poetry anymore? If you're not a spinster living in New England or a hermit on a hilltop or fluent in the latest lit-speak, what right do you have to pen a verse?
My sister has a friend, Midwestern and happily married, who had a book of poems published in her 20s, so, yes, people still write poetry. But even if you don't, you have to admit that poetry is special--and necessary in its specialness. There are things a poem can say that prose never could. There are elements of the human experience that cry out for a couplet or a metaphor, rather than a staid sentence. Which is why poetry is a force in so many cultures--much more of a force than it is in ours. Here in the UAE, in fact, there is an "American Idol" type show called "Millionaire Poet." Arabic poetry, written almost exclusively by men, is considered one of the most virile things a guy can be good at around here. And one kid told me that the Koran even rhymes (in Arabic). A Google search confirms this, but I'll need many more lessons with Madame L to be sure.
When was the last time you read a poem? Wrote one? Do you have a favorite? Feel free to comment here...
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For the record, my favorite poem is "Ash Wednesday" by T.S. Eliot and the last time I wrote a poem was about a week ago. It was about watching fireworks this summer in Estes Park, Colorado.
Hell for me may well be having to teach poetry to 5th graders. My Norton's anthology stays planted firmly on my shelf. The last poem I ever wrote was in Jim Durham's 11th grade English. It was about how much writing poetry sucks. In it, I compared Mr Durham to a toad, an allusion to Phillip Larkin's Toad. He talked to me about it afterward and seemed genuinely hurt. He couldn't understand why I found his class so distasteful. But the device was clever and well executed enough that he gave me an A- on the assignment. In the end I was very pleased with myself amd my poem. So I get credit for irony, too.
On the one significant question that was raised, I'm voting yes. It is an onomatopoeia. One of my favorite parts of studying foreign languages is learning the translations of those words. For example, I think the French have a better ear for animal sounds. Coin (when pronounced with appropriate nasality) is a better duck noise than quack. I think peter is onomatopoeia, too, (in the singular present tense with the accent grave), but apparently the archtypical Frenchman's flatulation is of a quicker, more SBD character, than the more robust fart. It probably speaks to the national character somehow.
So for the moral and mental protection of youth, I may now be disqualified from ever teaching history OR language.
Writing poetry is not my cup of tea, but I do love to memorize it. The last time I wrote a poem (I think) might have been the haiku CTY summer where we all wrote haikus about CTY. I think I wrote one about corn bread that was after the haiku summer, but i would have to consult the journal on that one. Needless to say, it has been years! It will surprise no one that one of my all time favorite poems is Casey at the Bat by Earnest Lawrence Thayer. I also love Abou Ben Adhem by James Henry Leigh Hunt. Road not Taken by Robert Frost is another favorite.
There are times, if something is stirring deep in me, when I write poetry without intending to, when the words just seem to pour out of some hidden place in me. It's only afterward that I realize that what I've written is poetry. (I don't format it as poetry, but probably could if I wanted to work on it.) I don't know much at all about meter, though; can't remember ever being taught about it except when we read Shakespeare and learned about iambic pentameter. (I feel cheated!)
There are some poems I read over and over, that nourish my soul, as it were. I use a few lines from Eliot's Four Quartets as centering prayer (I use an Anglican rosary and say these lines as I work my way through the beads.) And I love Dante's epic Divine Comedy as a map of the spiritual journey and Rilke's poetry describing intimacy.
Poetry, it seems to me, like dreams and art, is a language of the soul. Each of us has to find our own "soul language" -- the language to which our soul responds, in which it speaks to us. Poetry is certainly one of mine. The cool thing is: as I get older and more open, there seem to be more and more of these "soul languages," which makes life very rich indeed!
I have no appreciation of poetry. Really. Shameful I think, except I have a taste of butternut squash, chicken broth, parmigiano puree in my mouth (cabernet not to be forgotten) and I feel like this could be poerty if I knew how to write it.
Can you eat food and write poetry in your class?
Larkin, your cooking is pure poetry. Rest assured, there is mucho appreciation for all things poetic going on in your kitchen...
Ray, just letting you know I am a regular reader and I miss you so much!
I had a love affair with Anne Sexton when I was 15, though I find her kind of maudlin now. But I like teaching because it makes me read poetry. Browning's "My Last Duchess" is a hoot. Try it.
As to writing poetry, oh dear. College. I still like one of the poems I wrote, though.
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