March 4th homework

Homework for TODAY or TONIGHT:

Eavesdrop on people talking. Listen in on others. They can be friends at lunch, people in gym class, the couple sitting in the row next to you in math, your parents, your siblings, teammates, coworkers, a family ahead of you in line at McDonald’s.

Your goal is to LISTEN to how people talk and record it. It doesn’t matter what is said. Just listen in. You can record what they say in a couple of ways:

· You can actually record their conversation on your cell.
· You can videotape them. (They might notice, though. Be careful.)
· You can listen and remember what they say.

Ultimately, I want you to walk in with 5-10 “lines” written down tomorrow, Friday, March 5th.

Try to notice how people speak. Do they speak in complete sentences? Do they wait and take turns or speak over each other? Are they really listening to one another? Which words do they stress? How are you going to show that those words were stressed when you write the lines down? If they talk over each other or interrupt each other, how will you show that when you record the lines?

Mango's Opposite by:Surai DeJesus

Blueberry
Soothing and calm
The deep blue of stars still covered in twighlight
Tranquil
The color of a baby's tears
Small and tarty
A sour taste of bold flavor
Excitement on the inside but subdued on the outside
A tulip new and shy as it slowly brightens
The color of pride and satisfaction
Holds a simplicity and grandour
The topping to a flacky cereal
Blueberry

Survival

beautiful loving girls
lost in his deep green eyes
sourrounded by nothing but haterate,
hoping to survive

- Oliwia

Jennifer Aniston's view

It was suicide
Jen had to take Revenge to stop what was done.
He put everything before his family.
Brad was a complete mess!
So I got hooked on booze, and overdosed on pills
But yet I got an amazing figure
With this I posed naked for
Playboy but
Brad did not enjoy; and shot me the question
Are you hooked on a dozen meds?
Within seconds my Revenge had failed and rehab had called.
These are the tough days of a super star
Cold, boring, and dull.
~Christine~

Aboard the Bob Barker (crummy mag poem)

According to captain Chuck Swift of the Bob Barker, and exotic bird brings you luck, and someone’s buttering you up for a long slide into romance.
So get frisky! Let your hair down! And do things you wouldn’t ordinarily do.
See your doctor, because heads turn when you go by.
In a set of three genuine lambskins, red, bone, black, someone you meet at a wooden table holds the key to your future.
It sounds too good to be true.
But when Mr. Nasty turned up 90 minutes late, you’ll charm the socks off everyone you meet.
Money, money, money!! Someone’s crazy about you.
It’s party time, crew of the Bob Barker! Satisfaction guaranteed or you money back.

-Brittany Grum

Roses

Every year I see them pass,
Those roses.
I reach for them, but just can’t clasp
My roses.
Slender structure, soft red hair,
Roses.
Sits upon a vase and wilts,
But poses,
Those beautiful wilted roses.

-Rachel A.

Where were you when I was crashing down?
Your voice could’ve stopped this erruption.
One more look my way might’ve saved me.
You know I wouldn’t self-destruct for just anybody.
So I’ll stand in the spot where we first met,
And cherish the room in which we first kissed,
And treasure the time we once shared.
When love finds me again,
I won’t be afraid.


-Val F.

My secret admirer

Black
Tastes like dark chocolate
Given from a secret admirer
He's dark and passionate
You can feel it when your teeth sink into
the soothing eccentric taste
It screams class and elegance
When i stare hopelessly at the empty box,
a mysterious aroma lingers in the air
Its hope, hope to one day find this anonymous lover
To be able to bring the taste to reality.

-Marlena

The Fall to Stardom (Cut-Up Poem)

The world revolves around Hollywood's latest gossip.
Her career was on fire, but then he gunned it down.
His boozing spelled trouble in her eyes.
And the once legendary performer now suffers from debilitating stage fright.
Years under bright spotlights had blinded her.
Now the beautiful, blond wife wants to make him suffer.

- Connor S.

Together

Feeling mellow
Here we sit together
Listening to music
Dancing, Laughing, Feeling
More than friends
Smiles fill our faces
Tears from laughing
This is home
This is family


-rachel

Bathe Your Ears in Natural Sounds

Music,
it embodies our spirit,
encompasses our soul.
Music need not be orchestrated
or composed.
Music is everywhere.
It is the cries of a newborn,
The drip, drip of water
when a sink is left
slightly turned on.
It is the noise of interaction between
cars and people on Main Street.
It is the silence of a person sleeping,
an awkward moment,
your first kiss.

Music is speaking.
How beautiful it is
the way words flow out of our mouths.
These precious sounds
we take for granted.

I have always felt that music
is all around us.
We don’t need to turn on the radio,
go to a concert,
or play that old Barry White record.
All we need to do is
listen to the noises around us,
the natural music the Earth produces,
appreciate,
and bathe our ears in these most beautiful sounds.

*Laila Fattal

Highway Slayings

Highway serial killings
Blood thirsty crimes
Homicidal maniac
Slit her throat
Stabbed multiple times
The soft spoken
Gunned down
He's still alive
He's still killing
Her battered and strangled corpse was found the next day
In prison after pleading guilty
Without ever explaining the brutal attacks
Serial killer truckers stalk America's highways

-Catherine

The Chaser

Running for my life, trying to get away from everything

To clear my head is a necessity to my well-being

As I run, the fears and worries melt into hopes and dreams

They create a pool of crystal clear water from which I can see

No longer am I the runner, I am the chaser.

I’m chasing after everything I want,

what I want is honesty. I want someone to tell me the truth

no matter how much they think it’ll hurt me. I want this because I can handle a truth more than a lie.

So don’t worry about my feelings, it’s yours I worry about.

As my run comes to a stop, I’m no longer a runner or a chaser,

I am me.

-Ava Nozicka

Purple

I fall back into nothingness.
There’s purple everywhere.
It feels like billowy, smooth softness.
The face of Oz appears and I die—
Toto pees on my carcass


michelle martin

supersize me

It started as an experiment
Ended as an addiction
Tired, Hungry, Crabby, Dazed
3,000 calories later and I’m cured


michelle martin

decisions

My eyes might as well be closed
Because all I see is darkness
Left, Right, Up, Down
I can choose or I can let the wind choose for me

Is there a right path?
Is there a wrong?
I need help, I need guidance
And yet all the weight lies on my shoulders

So I sit here and wait.
I watch the rain fall, then the sun shine.
I let the fog skew my vision;
White becomes black and the sun and moon fuse into one

Bring me back down to earth—
Tell me what to do
My whole life awaits this decision…
But still I just sit


michelle martin

cut up poem

As much as I don’t want to believe it I know it’s true.
He lives a double standard
His motto: Let’s get filthy, creepy, and weird.
He lives it out well.
I don’t know why I ever liked him.
My friends say I’m crazy and I agree. But that’s ok that’s the way I like to be
Getting him out of my life gives me
One Less Stress
Then I’ll be able to breathe, just breathe.
The thing is, I was hoping it would be different with me.
I had faith. Faith is the evidence of what is hoped for, the proof of what is not seen.
There was a part of me that knew this would happen but I was a very curious young girl.
But hey, now I know what I know.

michelle martin

Cupid's Arrow

It soars and screams through the air,
Looking for its next target
He shoots, he scores
The victim falls. Falls so hard he’ll never know what hit him.
He feels a sharp, terrible, yet pleasurable pain.
His life as he knows it is over

Week of 2/16 - 2/19

TUESDAY’S HOMEWORK:
• Turn in “Crummy Mag” poem on WEDNESDAY
• Post a poem on line TUESDAY NIGHT
• Comment on three poems TUESDAY NIGHT

WEDNESDAY:
• Finish Photo Poem in class
• Begin revision of a poem

THURSDAY:
• WRITERS WEEK (write what you want)

FRIDAY:
• Back in class. Finish revision poem.

I need to get your revisions BACK to you, so the following homework CAN'T take place until next week. Enjoy a homework-free weekend in this class!
• Revision must be posted on website by MONDAY

Orange

Orange
Anaranjado
The color of my skin
El color de me piel
The new skin tone of my life
El nuevo piel de mi vida
It costs a lot to look so good
Cuesta mucho a mirar tanto buena
Bitches are jealous
Puentos son celosas
I am orange
Anaranjado

Jessi

Livin' Large

They call me superstitious but you be delicious
I got that cash money hoe
But you got that money to blow
When you see me as a five star stunna
They shout damn he’s a hustla
With that money on my mind​
B’s know I stay on my grind
Like fat kids love cake
But just get at me when cookin my steak
Girls be workin dat booty dew
Alls I’m sayin is can I hold you?
Then the girl say “I’m so fresh I’ll make you minty”
With my response “I’m so icy”

--matt koeppen--

Consumers Consuming the Consumed

It was the most pretentious thing I'd ever seen
He claimed the Hollywood studio was responsible
They arrived on the red carpet hand in hand
Slapping the colts
Knocked 'em out on the dance floor
He was the only person who had the nerve to approach
Consumers love to loathe
"Spoiled rotten" is what they'll whisper
As their hearts melt like snowballs in Hell

-Kevin Ruehrdanz (Crummy Mag poem revision)

This One is For You

We are trying to be just friends
But how can I when once you were my everything
How can I unscramble my mind when you appear
How can I slow my heart when you are near
Can I get you out of my head when I miss you
Can I stop the butterflies when you look in my eyes
But yes, I want to get to know you again
Because you have forgotten who I am

Bri Radomsky

Intimacy

Intimacy: You either have it, or you don’t.

Some say intimacy sounds like whispers over candle light.

It tastes like one spaghetti noodle being shared between two lovers.

It looks like two people holding hands in the park.

But real intimacy is something more than that.

It’s raw.

It’s real.

It’s something unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

Intimacy can make you crazy.

The passion between you and your lover is strong.

And when that one great night is over,

intimacy smells like cigarette smoke clouding over your sweaty bodies.

Kelly Collins

Passion

Passion
The way our eyes lock onto one another.
The twinkle of your glance,
Never wanting to look away.
The long lasting hug goodnight.
The warmth of your body against mine,
Snuggleing on the couch.
The feeling of a million butterflies gently kissing you.
The taste of fresh mint from your lips.
The feeling of not leaving your side.
Passion

Out (ter) Diva

Get connected to Marilyn Monroe
Trash your stylist
Call in glamorous fashion
And go outrageous like the Lady of Sexy
Glory in peep-toe pumps
Dump the sweet teen Hannah Montana image
Feel your power
Show off your curves
Become diet conscience
Get a stalker
Lose your voice
Become a snow bunny with a secret heartbreak
And serious drug problem
Come on,
Get connected to Marilyn Monroe
You’re a great catch, baby

--by Weidig (Crummy Mag poem-- created from phrases in the crummy mag)

Nighttime Waterfall

Nighttime waterfall
The water crashes down
Splashing heavily in the night
Neighboring animals scurry in fright
A lone eagle left to stare
Mesmerized by the waters dance
All alone with the crashing water
Haunted by memories past
It stands alone
Frozen in time
With nowhere else to go

Max Helm

Control

Looking outside watching
Watching the world fly by
Sitting back an invisible hand guiding my life
Parents tell me where to go
Couches tell me how far
Colleges tell me what to learn
Teachers tell me how to learn it
Friends tell me what to do
Siblings tell me how to do it
Looking outside
Watching my life fly by.

Essence of Dark Purple

Dark purple
Hovers in the corners of every haunted mansion,
Rising with the moon and falling with the darkness,
Seen but unseen in the eyes of medieval knights going in for the kill,
Hidden but there in the victim, who feels fear only temporarily,
The constant friend of the grave digger who cries out in laughter.
Not new or lonely or yielding.
Present in the comfortable warmth of old velvet pants,
And in the bitterness of a long secret, which was
Betrayed and broken by its very essence of
Dark purple.

by Tory Halevy
(color poem)

An Unknown Romance

I wonder if she knows how I feel
A burning passion for someone special
With eyes that can mesmerize
And a smile to die for
A long hug goodnight
From which neither of us would want to escape
Because it feels right
A desire for a relationship
To get to know
And be
Together
With her And hold on forever
Never leaving the moment
Never letting go
A commitment
To never look back on
Because it was meant to be.
-Artur Kamieniarz

Wake Up

Wake up and smell the time passing by.
Stumble and fall. Let the soft ground whisper lessons to you.
Get up and sprint across the sky.
Feel the wind whip through your hair and fill your lungs.
Exhale and breathe fire, a blue flame, and watch as it consumes everything around you.
Push through the smoke, break through the wall.
You're free.


- Connor S.

I have nothing left to give

You've drained my heart

Now there's no reason left to live

Lying to myself from the very start.

Stealing my heart was always your plan

Claiming you would be more of a man

This has gone on for too lone

Why can't you admit it when you're wrong?

Everything's my fault

I can't catch a break

What you're doing is emotional assault

There's only so much my soul can take.

Spinning my life through a whirlpool of change

A better path could be arranged

If you wait to step up, someone else will step in

and finally, a fresh chapter can begin.

-Elyse Wegner

Passion

The deep breaths of love as the seductive taste of mangos and tangerines warms my mouth.

The feel of our bodies touching as we embrace.

That feel of you in my arms that you were once here.

But the warm feeling of you is gone.

Never again will our bodies touch and feel your warm passionate love.

-Brittany Grum

Leap of Faith by: Surai DeJesus

An outgoing spirit with a confident poise

Her courageous risks full of doubt

An excited talent still new and insecure

Quiet and shy while holding the perfect stance

The dance of many nights of practice

The leap of bravery and self assurance

The uncertainty closed off in her mind like a broken zipper spreading fear

The same skills as before with out there attempts

Failure or success

The picky on lookers watching her adventure across the stage
Her graceful jump
A beautiful turn
Relief

E-Harmony
Are you feeling desperate,lonely,ugly?
How about lazy and pathetic?
One Suggestion; E-Harmony.
E-Harmony is for those who love awkward moments
with chirping sounds in the backround
A place where people who feel as lonely as someone
dancing by themselves at prom are always welcome.
For those who won't mind when they think
they have found the girl of their dreams
but when you actually meet "she" is actually
a 50 year old transexual
Being rejected for the 72nd time can suck, so
its time for a change.
Yay E-Harmony!

HOW TO POST YOUR POEM

1. Click on "Sign In" in the upper right hand corner of your screen
2. The email is pweathers-weidig@d211.org
3. The password is creativewriting
4. Click on the NEW POST button (near the center of the page)
5. Give your poem a title
6. Type your poem
7. WRITE YOUR NAME AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POEM
8. Click on the orange PUBLISH POST button

At this point you will either: Congratulate yourself on a successful posting of your poem OR curse Weidig if your post does not work.

IF YOU HAVE TROUBLE POSTING YOUR POEM: Try this sequence one more time. Make sure you haven't skipped any steps. If you can't post on the second attempt, stop trying and tell me in class what happened.

DA RULZ

Writing is a form of communication. Sometimes we write to communicate with ourselves. Sometimes we write to communicate with others.

In this class, we can do both. The nice thing about receiving feedback from others is that we can see how our words resonate with others. We can learn from people's reactions, incorporate their ideas, etc. The not-so-nice thing is that sometimes, very rarely, feedback might not be constructive and turn into a personal attack. Yuck.

We need to come up with some guidelines for how to give and receive feedback.


Please answer the following questions in the COMMENTS section:

1. What are good ways to give feedback?
2. What do we NOT want to do in terms of feedback?
3. What are good ways to accept feedback?
4. What do we NOT want to do when looking at feedback from our peers?

LIGHTNING. BUGS.

Imagine that you have a friend who really wants to be a writer. He carries books about writing with him everywhere. He eats what he thinks writers eat, he reads what he thinks writers read, and he goes to hear writers speak about their work whenever he gets a chance. Will he become a writer?

Never.

Unless he actually does the activity of writing.

Writers WRITE. They are willing to put words on a page to see whether they sound good together.

Writers make mistakes. Sometimes they fail to achieve what they set out to do. But they don't care. Because the whole time they are writing, they know that what they are writing can easily be changed. So, no worries, right?

Writers RE-VISE. The beautiful thing about the written word is that it is so easy to change those words until you love the music of them. Remember Twain: "The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug." Powerful phrase! But catching lightning bugs is sort of fun, so enjoy the process of catching them until you feel the lightning cause your spine to tingle.

YOUR TASKS:

1. You will post a minimum of one piece per week on this site. When you do that, you will have to act as an administrator of the blog and sign in. Put your name at the bottom of the piece.
2. You will also be required to comment on three people's pieces per week. When you do that, you will NOT sign in as an administrator. You will just read the piece and post a comment.
3. Go catch some bugs...and don't be surprised if you feel some electric shocks.