Wednesday, March 30, 2011
THREE SIXTY JOURNALISM
Thank you so much to Bob Franklin and Margo Ashmore for sharing their expertise and passion for journalism with the Literacy Arts students over the last nine weeks. Students learned invaluable skills such as interviewing techniques, the structure of a feature story and to 'see differently' when taking photos. Students now think a little more like journalists and analyze news articles more closely.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
THE ENEMY HAS A FACE
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
SCRIBBLED BLUE DREAMS VOL. 3 NEIGHBORHOODS
ME/Erton Okeke
Eyes closed
I see the future
Far from the past
Far from the present
Walking tall, pride
Of who I am
What I’ve accomplished
Black in America
I’ve been beaten, spit on
Enslaved, called names
But still I walk
With a swagger in my step
Strong independent
And there’s nothing
Standing in my way
There’s nothing
Standing in my way
Live to be notice
That I am not afraid
Not afraid
To be told that I am no good
That I will never aggregate to nothing
But look into my eyes
You’ll see
That I’m destined for greatness
You may like me
But I rather you fear me
Fearing me control
Control the outcome of your destiny
Mom, dad
Brothers and sisters
I’ve grown fatigued of them all
I’ll love to see
That radiant smile
Of which belong to my grandmother
A smile that
Always seem to
Brighten some
Of the darkest days.
M.C/Kandy Lewis
In Yazoo City i was born into cotton picking for a living 7 years old family into crappy dice game fight.
finally left the cotton move to St.louis who knew the robbery would rob the hood?
From then on my childhood was traveling St.louis to mississippi to St.louis to think i would be the one worried about the most where i was going to be sleeping.
But before i fall asleep i think about what am i going to eat.
I’d love to redraw the world i would redraw the world and if i could redraw the world racism would always be my number one choice to take out.
Then i’d take a erasers and erase all the haters out
Then i got to be faced, Faced with all the failures now.
83 was the last time i cried now it's 2010 now think about all them years that gone by without a tear for me to cry but when i die i want M.C to stay alive
Forgotten/Brittany Flores
People Might FORGET me!
My worst fear is scary
I don't know how it will feel..
My worst fear is Dying.
I don't want to die,
I want to live forever
I want to die for one hour,
Just to see what its like.
Imagine being 6 feet under....
I know scary right?
I ask my self many questions,
Will I be remembered?
Will I be gone forever?
What will happen to me?
So many questions I wonder
But who can answer them?
NO ONE!
In which I will be, no one when
I'm gone and dead forever where..
People MIGHT forget me!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
THREE REASONS WHY
Poetry lets you express yourself through the words. It can be rapping or telling a short story.
Writing a poem can help us to express the feelings that we feel in our hearts.
Poetry can be written in many different ways. Not all poems have to rhyme.
Poetry tells a story in a different way.
Poetry is good to express your feelings to someone you love, hate and all what you can feel for someone.
Poetry is good to write about what you see, on the street and the world, to express what you see.
You are like a whole new person when you write poems because new things come in your mind.
Poetry gives us freedom of mind. Poetry is a stress reliever and makes you calm.
Poetry is important because you express yourself and let your imagination run wild through writing. If you are happy or angry about something you can let it all out in a poem.
Poetry makes you talk about life and what’s going on around you. You can make a poem out of anything whether it’s your life, the weather or the months.
Writing is important for so many simple reasons. It’s how we express ourselves.
Writing is an art and through it channels many interpretations and visions for others to see and hear.
We communicate through writing such as simple short stories or a text message to a friend.
Writing is a lifestyle, a way of life.
Writing is everywhere in the world. It can help people understand each other.
Writing is the most important subject people can learn. The more you write, the better you can be. It has helped me in the past to deal with certain situations.
In this world we live in, you must know how to write.
Without words we would be silent.
Writing is important because it helps us to learn, remember and invent. Writing teaches us to read and helps us to learn because it is visual. We remember things better when they are written.
In this world we live in, you must know how to write.
Without words we would be silent.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
CURRENT EVENTS
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
COLLECTING TYPE
COLLECTING TYPE
Be an explorer of the world. Letter design is everywhere. Here are a few mentor artists' websites to explore:
Monday, October 12, 2009
GRAPHIC STORIES
THREE POEMS
The following three poem drafts were inspired by words from several articles we read in class. Each poem was a collaboration and were chosen by the Literacy Arts classes to be published in the next volume of Scribbled Blue Dreams.
The Novice
by Karina B., Joseph M. and Nyador R.
Her eyes are glistening
as she tumbles down the stairs
her normality perishes
I try to woo her
she’s dissociating herself
her soul flowing away from her body
as if the devil is kidnapping her soul
she’s very terrified
I try to find courage in myself
but I’m a novice
Glistening Day
by Caleb N., Dee T. and Dee Dee M.
On a glistening day a car bombing brings
desolation. The streets are flowing with blood from
the victims. People are suffocating from not only dust and
smoke, but from fear. The tragedy brings an already decrepit
area into a terrified war zone. These regular acts of
evil prove to be a diversion for peace. This broken
society is far from being mended. Evil has become
the normalcy in the region where the loss of courage
has become an epidemic.
No Where to Run
by Breanna K., Joanne R., Johna B. and Jenna H.
The glistening stars above
are so beautiful It takes
your breath away, like a
pillow suffocating you. It’s
like you’re terrified of the
flowing sparkling water. There
was a car bombing and you
started to run. run to where
who knows, then you
stopped because of a diversion
There's a sparkle
coming out of the ground
so you can gain some courage
to walk over, you give yourself
permission to interact with
the sparkle. Then you fall into
the sparkle into desolation. Everything
that sparkles isn't gold
Monday, September 7, 2009
SUPER.HERO
Super.Hero is our first choral poem with contributions from all of the students in Literacy Arts. We thought about important people in our lives and then imagined we were superheroes who could do anything we wanted take care of our loved ones.
Super.hero
Monday, June 1, 2009
SCRIBBLED BLUE DREAMS REFLECTIONS
Young as you are
I learned that there is more to tape. A.D.
I learned that in poetry you can never be satisfied with a first draft. You have to put as much time and effort into it as possible. I’ll remember that every time I write a poem. J.P.
Poems don’t have to rhyme-it just has to come from your heart. T.M.
My favorite thing about the residency was the idea of expressing one’s self through poetry and hearing the different voices in each poem. You can make anything out of something. A.R.
I couldn’t cut the tape at first but then when I learned the skill, I couldn’t stop cutting tape. M.Y.
I learned that art/reading is not what others think but what you feel. P.L.
I really enjoyed doing things I had never done before. I learned a part of myself that is poetry because I realized I’m a good writer. I remember when I mixed my poem with the other student, we put it together and we shared our thoughts to make one beautiful poem. I’ll use this residency outside of the school. I’ll buy tapes of many colors and I’ll decorate my t-shirts. I learned how to be creative doing just simple things. O.Z.