
“I am a teacher, and who was I kidding, right?” she said. “This was my calling. It’s a really nice validation to get from the district.”
Lives Brought to Life
“I am a teacher, and who was I kidding, right?” she said. “This was my calling. It’s a really nice validation to get from the district.”
As a teacher of writing and literature, I never ask students to do what I cannot do myself. I, as much as humanly possible, write to their essay prompts and play guinea pig for my own methodologies.
As my students are memorizing a piece for our in-class recitation for Poetry Out Loud, I also memorize a piece. I only perform it if they wish me to, and in the order they ask me to.
In class, my students (some who had taken a Shakespeare class or who had done Koranic recitation) weighed in on collective wisdom on how to memorize. Really memorize. Not the photographic-memory-wing-and-a-prayer-night-before stuff they had been trying to shill in their lit classes for years.
Here is our list. The all caps emphasis mine.
How to memorize:
I do not have the time to agonize over a selection. I know I will force myself to pick a longer piece, and a pre-20th Century work, for now. But other than that, I give myself five minutes, tops, to pick a piece.
Last year, having just come back from a summer vacation spent visiting Haworth and the very moors where the Bronte sisters wrote, I choose an Emily Bronte piece was a way to hold on to that connection I felt with her.
With the Bronte poem, I spent my morning commutes living with it, building my memorization line by line, stanza by stanza. And I had to find my own way into the poem, trying not to have the literature teacher crutch of explication. I tried to link the voice with something in my own life, much as my students would be doing. In my own coming to terms with the poem, I turned my address towards someone who the demands of work and life forces me to grudgingly turn away from. My muscle memory of those weeks is of walking down a hill past a Colonial Era cemetery at day break, thinking and speaking: “Why did the morning rise to break/So great, so pure a spell?” The anger and anguish of being ripped from a world of dreams became mine.
This year, I just picked a letter. “T” and came up with “Thoughtless Cruelty”. The imagery reminded me of “The Fly” by William Blake, so my immediate instinct was “Ah ha! Paired poems for my Romanticism unit!” I choose you, Charles Lamb.
But that was my teacher brain speaking.
So, as the Dodge Poetry approach teaches us, back to Beginner’s Mind. I read the poem to myself a few times, immediately letting go of line breaks and trying to find the conversation in the poem. And the surprise to me in the poem is that it is a teacher-like voice speaking.
I shall embrace the object lesson of the fly handed to me by the poem. And await for the surprises bringing the poem in the world brings to me.
This is what I will actually use to memorize the poem:
There Robert
You have killed that fly
And should you thousand ages try the life you’ve taken
To supply, you could not do it
You surely must have been devoid of though and sense
To have destroyed a thing which no way you annoyed
You’ll one day rue it
Twas but a fly perhaps you’ll say
That’s born in April dies in May
That does but just learn to display his wings one minute
And in the next is vanished quite
A bird devours it in his flight
Or come a cold blast in the night, there’s no breath in it
The bird but seeks his proper food
And providence whose power endued that fly with life
When it thinks it good may justly take it
But you have no excuses for’t
A life by nature made so short less reason is that you for sport
Should shorter make it
A fly
A little thing you rate
But Robert
Do not estimate a creature’s pain by small or great
The greatest being can have but fibres
Nerves
And flesh
And these the smallest ones possess
Although their frame and structure less
Escape our seeing
The last thing you want to say to a teacher in the first month of school is “Hey, how about you organize a whole-school, nationally affiliated, kinda-of-a-big-deal poetry program in your building. Now.” When you’ve barely got your roll book set up, the papers are mounting into a summit that needs climbing, and you’re nursing your first cold of the year.
But I am telling you that Poetry Out Loud is the stuff we need to make time for. And that it is the best teacher-cheat in the world. Students will hand you a list of high-interest poems of literary merit to use in the classroom.
Trust your students and their voices and that the poems will speak to them.
For those of you who simply cannot add another thing this year, here’s the seed to plant:
I hope that you will also find they will own it and be eager to take the next steps to bring POL to the school. You can start the program with a small handful of committed kids that have seen it in action, and “get it.” Keep it as small as the POL rules allow until the program builds the word of mouth (ha, puns). You might even find allies in your Department or school will emerge to help.
If you are already on board with the idea and ready to bring Poetry Out Loud to your school – my suggestion is to use your teacher sense of backwards planning.
The POL website can be a bit daunting with dates, rules, etc. Pull out your planner, your school calendar, fire up the browser window– now work backwards.
Pacing and planning gives you and the competitors time to prepare. Let’s face it, we are asking them to do something so anachronistically un-teenage. In public. Under a spotlight. We want them to have a good experience and honor their effort.
My school is entering into our second year of full-on Poetry Out Loud action. And backwards planning has saved me. Here’s what it looks like on the playback in chronological order:
And then we breathe.
Unless we’ve made it to States. But that’s another blog entry.
And, did I mention, Poetry Out Loud is a free program?
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