Friday, October 9, 2009

Poetry Friday Recipe for "Beautiful Soup"

It's Friday. And that means my daughter has missed an entire week of school. (My son made it in on Monday and Tuesday.)


The flu has hit central Maryland schools hard. So this Friday, I'm thinking about poetry and soup!


Here is Lewis Carroll's poem, "Beautiful Soup," from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I think the Mock Turtle was just hungry, not sick, but my vegetable and lentil soup would have filled him up.

Scroll down for my Flu Fighter Soup recipe. It has a secret ingredient that gives it a golden color and loosens congestion in the chest. Definitely a beautiful and delicious soup.

Beautiful Soup

Lewis Carroll


BEAUTIFUL Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!

Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,

Beautiful, beautiful Soup!

Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish,
Game, or any other dish?
Who would not give all else for two
Pennyworth only of Beautiful Soup?
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?


Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,
Beautiful, beauti--FUL SOUP!


You can listen to the poem here, but my kids are tired of hearing me sing about Beautiful Soup.



Laura's Flu Fighter Soup


1 medium onion, chopped
1 cup dry lentils, rinsed
2-3 tsp. olive oil
6+ cups chicken stock
2-3 large handful spinach leaves, chopped to bite size
3 large carrots, chopped
4 ribs celery, chopped
2 cloves garlic, pressed
2 cups pressed or crushed tomato
2 pinches red pepper flakes
1/2 tsp. ground pepper (or to taste)
1/2 tsp. salt (or to taste)
1/2 tsp. tumeric (*super secret ingredient)


1. Sautee onion and lentils in olive oil until translucent.
2. Add two cups stock. Heat on medium.
3. Add spinach, carrots, celery, and garlic.
4. Add tomato.
5. Add remaining stock and boil. Then simmer until lentils are soft.
6. Add spices while simmering.
7. Eat and feel better!


I hope you've avoided the flu and you're well enough to enjoy Poetry Friday. Anastasia Suen is hosting at Picture Book of the Day.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Welcome Fall and Hall



It's the first weekend of fall. We'll be outside, watching the kids play field hockey and football. Now that the children are older, I gauge the seasons as much by what sport they're doing as I do by what the weather's doing.

Today, I'm sharing a poem about experiencing the seasons, but not through the weather. For Donald Hall's "Ox Cart Man," the seasons are intertwined with work.

Hall is speaking at Howard Community College next weekend, October 4. Information on the program (sponsored by HoCoPoLitSo) is here: http://www.hocopolitso.org/pdf/Hall.pdf

Ox Cart Man

by
Donald Hall

In October of the year,
he counts potatoes dug from the brown field,
counting the seed, counting
the cellar's portion out,
and bags the rest on the cart's floor.

He packs wool sheared in April, honey
in combs, linen, leather
tanned from deerhide,
and vinegar in a barrel
hoped by hand at the forge's fire.

He walks by his ox's head, ten days
to Portsmouth Market, and sells potatoes,
and the bag that carried potatoes,
flaxseed, birch brooms, maple sugar, goose
feathers, yarn.

When the cart is empty he sells the cart.
When the cart is sold he sells the ox

The rest of the poem is here. Or, check out the Caldecott winning picture book from 1980.


I prefer Hall's children's book, I Am the Dog, I Am the Cat. When I do elementary school poetry residencies, teachers fall in love with Hall's contrasting cat and dog voices. The language is juicy, fun and kid friendly. Are your younger students learning the 6+ 1 Writing Traits? I Am the Dog, I Am the Cat is a must read-aloud.


Our hospitable Poetry Friday host is Susan Taylor Brown this week. Enjoy!

Friday, September 18, 2009

Poetry Friday: 5 Questions for Hemingway


Not *that* Hemingway. Author Edie Hemingway! (Family connection to Ernest? Inconclusively fuzzy.)

Edie is a middle grade novelist and new regional adviser for SCBWI of Maryland, Delaware and West Virginia. She is busy launching her debut solo novel, “Road to Tater Hill.” It's out this month from Delacorte.

I invited Edie to join us for Poetry Friday because Edgar Allan Poe’s poem, “Annabel Lee,” plays an important role in her novel.
But first, here’s what Booklist has to say about “Road to Tater Hill”:

“Drawing on the author’s childhood roots, the heart of this first novel is the sense of place, described in lyrical words: the soaring mountains and the valley rippling outward in waves and waves of fading blue, like one of Grandma’s patchwork quilts. True to Annie’s viewpoint, the particulars tell a universal drama of childhood grief, complete in all its sadness, anger, loneliness, and healing.”

Welcome, Edie! Thanks for visiting. Here are your 5 Questions:

1. Students find it hard to believe that writers plan things like literary allusions in their work. At what point in the process did you decide to refer to Poe’s poem? How did you get the idea?

It actually came as a surprise to me. In fact, up to that point, I didn’t even know that my main character Annie’s full name was Annabel. I was trying to picture what Annie’s and Miss Eliza’s first face-to-face meeting would be like, and I was searching for a way to continue the mystery about Miss Eliza and also make her unique. It suddenly occurred to me that she would be uneducated, but very well read.

My own name is Edith, and I’ve always thought of it as old fashioned and rather stiff, so I started thinking of more formal names that “Annie” could be a nickname for. When I thought of Annabel, the poem “Annabel Lee” fit perfectly, especially with its theme of grieving, as well as its rhythmical repetition—just like Miss Eliza’s weaving.


2. Annie suffers a loss at the opening of your novel. What parallels do you see between Annie grieving for her infant sister and the speaker in “Annabel Lee” grieving for his young love?

Even though the love experienced by Poe’s narrator is of a more romantic nature than Annie’s love for her baby sister, I think their deep and abiding sense of loss is very similar. This is Annie’s first experience with grief, and she’s ready to identify with someone else (even a character in a poem) going through such a loss. Also, the name is an instant parallel, and for the first time Annie thinks of “Annabel” as being beautiful.

Another parallel is in the sense of loneliness expressed in the poem. Annie is a lonely child, and the increased isolation she experiences with her mother’s depression seems to fit with that “sepulchre there by the sea.” The words of the poem resonate with Annie throughout the book, and it’s because of the poem that Annie visits Mary Kate’s grave for the first time and suggests that Mary Kate needs a gravestone with her name on it.

3. “Annabel Lee” was written in 1849, but kids love the sound and the story in Poe’s poem. What do you think makes “Annabel Lee” relevant for the ‘tweens who read, “Road to Tater Hill?”

I don’t think kids (or readers of any age) will ever grow tired of the marvelous rhythm, repetition, and unforced rhyming of Annabel Lee or other poems by Edgar Allan Poe. It’s simply fun to read it aloud.

4. Your book is set in the mountains of North Carolina. “Annabel Lee” is anchored in sea imagery. Explain how nature is a comfort for Annie as she’s grieving. (I think a similar thing happens in Poe’s poem.)

There is comfort in the natural beauty and familiarity of nature, and I think that comes through in both the poem “Annabel Lee” and Road to Tater Hill. The Appalachian Mountain setting, particularly the view from atop Tater Hill with “mountains rippling outward in waves and waves of fading blue,” makes Annie feel as if she’s on top of the world. The distant gurgling of the creek that Annie hears through her window every night is another source of comfort.
But most of all Annie draws comfort from holding the “rock baby” with its solid weight and smooth texture that fills the hole inside her. It’s a tangible means of dealing with her grief and something that Annie can return to time and again.

5. Music is an important element in your novel. When Annie hears the mountain dulcimer, there’s a sense of mystery. It reminds me of the tone of “Annabel Lee.” Can you talk about the importance of music in your book – both the dulcimer music and music in the language?

The first sounds that Annie hears of the mountain dulcimer are in a minor key, which I think lend more of a mystery to the music and to Miss Eliza’s life. That same minor tone is one that I hear in the rhythm of “Annabel Lee.” It has a certain amount of sadness to it, but also a level of comfort.
"Road to Tater Hill" is not written in verse, but I like to think there is some poetic language that brings music to the page. Poetic language…must grow from specific concrete and sensory details of the setting and the emotional core of a story. Poetic language is something I look for in everything I read.

If you haven’t read it in a while, here is the opening of Edgar Allan Poe’s “Annabel Lee.”

Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

Read the rest at the Poetry Foundation.

Speaking of mysterious characters, it’s true that a mysterious stranger visits Edgar Allan Poe’s Baltimore grave on his birthday.
“The Poe Toaster” leaves a bottle of cognac and three roses every January 19. Just sharing some Charm City weirdness with ya, hon. Want to see for yourself? Scroll down at this B'more tourism site.

For more Poetry Friday, visit this week’s host Becky's Book Reviews.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Sun Also Rises

Brett came up to the bar.

“’Hello, you chaps.’

‘Hello, Brett,’ I said. ‘Why aren’t you tight [drunk]?’

‘Never going to get tight any more. I say, give a chap a brandy and soda.’

She stood holding the glass and I saw Robert Cohn looking at her. He looked a great deal as his compatriot must have looked when he saw the promised land.”
The Sun Also Rises is my first Hemingway novel. I love the descriptions of fishing in the mountains of Spain. I have a lot to learn from his stylized dialogue. But the novel dragged for me. Hemingway’s heavy drinking expats take 100 pages to make it to Spain, where they drink some more – waiting for the bull fights to begin. (BTW – Check out agent Michael Stearns’ blog post about negative book reviews.)

What fascinated me most was Hemingway’s portrait of Brett, Lady Ashley.

When she enters the novel in the scene above, we’re not sure if we’re meeting a man or a woman. Referring to herself as a “chap,” Brett is saying, “I’m just one of the guys.” Except…

Except almost every man in their circle falls for her.

There must be an archetype for characters like Brett. Think of Phineas in A Separate Peace. Their combination of intelligence, wit and physical attractiveness is irresistible to the other characters. They are careless of other people. The results, as in Hemingway’s novel, are destructive.

When I was student teaching, one of my ninth graders died in a car accident. Her father spoke to me at the wake. “Jaclyn was the center of our family,” he said. “Her mood set the tone for all of us.” At 14, this girl was the Sun around which her parents and siblings revolved. I thought that was off. I didn’t have kids yet.


Now I jokingly call my 12-year-old, “Sonny Delight.” Since he was an infant, his ups and downs have set the tenor of our family life. As a child with sensory integration issues, he feels things intensely -- and we feel along with him. Some days, the Sun rises and sets with this kid.

I wonder how to provide balance for a child like him. I’m not finding the answer in literature. Hemingway’s Brett says, “I’m not going to be one of those bitches.” But she burns up nearly everyone around her, the way my son sometimes does on his bad days.

No answers here. Just hoping adolescence brings more good days than bad. Hemingway would say, “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”

Friday, September 11, 2009

Poetry Friday Out Loud

Thank you, Governor Martin O'Malley!

Got word this week...the Maryland State Arts Council received full funding. Seems ages since I went with a delegation of local artists to the State House in Annapolis. You can read about my day as a lobbyist here.

Hopefully, this means all my poetry residency grants will be approved and my students will soon be writing up a juicy batch of poems.


One of the programs MSAC funds is our statewide Poetry Out Loud competition. Never heard of it? Poetry Out Loud is a national recitation contest. High schoolers are not writing and reading their own poems. They choose from a "book" and perform one poem for each round of oral competition. It's a mix of poetry slam, literary interpretation, and acting monologue.

MSAC sends poet-in-the-schools MiMi Zannino to train kids at their schools. The result?

Fab-u-lous! Took my 9 y.o. to the Maryland finals last spring. Her attention was glued to the high schoolers on stage. ("Do you think someone will do Edgar Allan Poe?" Yes -- we heard a few Annabel Lees. "I bet someone picked Shakespeare." Bingo.)

Teachers -- visit national Poetry Out Loud http://www.poetryoutloud.org/ for some great poetry to share in the classroom. Video clips of kids their age competing will inspire your students!

One poem on the list is Gertrude Stein's "Susie Asado." If you've never heard this one out loud, get someone to read it to you today. It will light your toes on fire.

Susie Asado
By Gertrude Stein

Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
Susie Asado.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
Susie Asado.
Susie Asado which is a told tray sure.
A lean on the shoe this means slips slips hers.
When the ancient light grey is clean it is yellow, it is a silver seller.
This is a please this is a please there are the saids to jelly. These
are the wets these say the sets to leave a crown to Incy.
Incy is short for incubus.
A pot. A pot is a beginning of a rare bit of trees. Trees tremble,
the old vats are in bobbles, bobbles which shade and shove
and render clean, render clean must.
Drink pups.
Drink pups drink pups lease a sash hold, see it shine and a bobolink
has pins. It shows a nail.
What is a nail. A nail is unison.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.

Poetry Friday Bonus!


Have you seen Jonah Winter and Calef Brown's Gertrude is Gertrude is Gertrude is Gertrude? It's a sweet picture book bio that captures Stein's wordplay. I can't wait to use it in the classroom.



So, thanks Guv. Thanks Gertrude. There's more poetry to light up your toes at Wild Rose Reader. Enjoy!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Workshop News!

Just found out we *are* talking walk-in registrations for my fall CityLit Project workshop. Drop me a comment if you’re interested…or just show up!

Poetry Café: Small Plates to Tempt Your Writing Palate

8 Mondays: September 14 – November 2, 7-9 PM
Howard County Arts Council, Ellicott City, MD

Registration Fee: $175

You don’t have to be a gourmet to enjoy good food. Sample a variety of poetic styles and forms in this workshop for beginners. The Poetry Café is dishing out model poems and writing exercises for you to try. Through reading and writing, you’ll discover new tastes and flavors to add to your own literary menu.

Your server is Laura Shovan -- a poet-in-the-schools for the Maryland State Arts Council’s Artist-in-Education program. Her poetry has been published in literary journals, anthologies and children’s magazines. Her author website is http://www.laurashovan.com/.


Registration forms are at http://www.citylitproject.org/ Look at the Write Here, Write Now schedule.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Poetry Friday -- Did I Miss Anything?

My kids are finally back in school. We've survived late night anxiety attacks, first-day jitters and a band class snafu. I've finally got some reliable time for writing and SCBWI chores.

I have to admit, I get nostalgic for school this time of year. It's been years since I was a classroom teacher. There's nothing like taking in a classroom full of hopeful faces for the first time.

If you're back in the classroom, Poetry 180 is a great resource for upper middle and high school teachers. Billy Collins' project when he was U.S. Poet Laureate, the site features a poem for each day of the high school year.

I loved this selection (#13), because it's in the teacher's point of view. You've gotta love the hyperbole.

Did I Miss Anything?

Tom Wayman

Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here
we sat with our hands folded on our desks
in silence, for the full two hours
Everything. I gave an exam worth
40 percent of the grade for this term
and assigned some reading due today
on which I’m about to hand out a quiz
worth 50 percent

Nothing. None of the content of this course
has value or meaning
Take as many days off as you like:
any activities we undertake as a class
I assure you will not matter either to you or me
and are without purpose

Everything. A few minutes after we began last time
a shaft of light suddenly descended and an angel
or other heavenly being appeared
and revealed to us what each woman or man must do
to attain divine wisdom in this life and
the hereafter
This is the last time the class will meet
before we disperse to bring the good news to all people
on earth.
Nothing. When you are not present
how could something significant occur?

(Secretly, don't we all want to believe that's true). Read the rest of the poem at Poetry 180.
Today's Poetry Friday host is Kelly Herold at Crossover. Kelly's also updating the hosting schedule at Big A, little a. (Think about volunteering to host -- it's fun).
Hope you're having a great Back to School, the kids are happy with the teachers and all you teachers are happy with your kids!