THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY

THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY
April 12, 2016
Showing posts with label Maria Mazziotti Gillan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maria Mazziotti Gillan. Show all posts

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Poetry Friday Round Up

Welcome, Poetry Friday Revelers. Poetry Friday is here this week!



I'm trying Linky Tools for the first time. Keep your fingers crossed and be sure to leave your link in the comments, just in case. I give up! Leave your link in the comments. I will start rounding up in the morning.

National Poetry Month is coming up soon. Many of the Poetry Friday bloggers are planning special treats and projects. Here at Author Amok, we're getting dressed up for the occasion. During the month of April, I'll be featuring poetry about clothes. Why clothes? Read more here.

Thanks to all of you who offered to guest post for this series.


Wednesday 4/1: Guest Post by J. C. Elkin
Friday 4/3: Guest Post by Tabatha Yeatts Lonske and poem round up
Monday 4/6: Guest Post by Margaret Simon
Wednesday 4/8: Guest Post by Robyn Hood Black
Friday 4/10: Guest Post TBA and poem round up
Monday 4/13: Guest Post Heidi Mordhorst
Wednesday 4/15: Guest Post by Linda Baie
Friday 4/17: Guest Post by Catherine Johnson and poem round up
Monday 4/20: Guest Post by Robyn Campbell
Wednesday 4/22; Guest Post by Donna Smith
Friday 4/24: Guest Post by  Jan Godown Annino and poem round up
Monday 4/27: Guest Post by Linda Kulp
Wednesday 4/29: Project wrap up

Clothes can be a powerful symbol for how we navigate culture and society. Here is a wonderful poem by my teacher, Maria Mazziotti Gillan

SHAME IS THE DRESS I WEAR
On the first day of school, my mother slips a dark blue
dress over my head, ties the starched sash. Zia Louisa and
Zio Guillermo have come down the back steps to our
apartment to see me setting off. They don’t have children
of their own and Zio Guillermo is my godfather, so they are
a big part of our lives. My mother has starched this cotton
dress handed down from Zia Christiana’s late in life
daughter, Zia Christiana who has enough money to buy
lots of pretty dresses for her red-headed daughter and also
throw chickens into the garbage that year when my father
was sick and couldn’t work so we lived on farina and
spaghetti. When my mother was dying, she talked about
seeing those discarded chickens and about being too
ashamed to ask for them. Anyway, I’m standing on that
wooden kitchen chair, my mother tugging at the dress,
my hair formed into sausage curls that my mother curled
by wrapping my thick dark hair in white rags, my eyes
enormous in my long, thin face. Zia Louisa stands back,
shakes her head and says, Why didn’t you get her a better
color? This dress that both my mother and I were proud of
until my aunt’s comment pointed out what should have
been obvious, that this dark blue color, perfect for a redhead
made my olive skin look jaundiced. I could almost
feel the starched skirt deflate. Sometimes I think that little
girl in her navy dress has followed me my whole life


From Old Navy
Thanks for joining the poetry party this week, everyone! 

Blogging in our jammies:

At Kurious Kitty, Diane Mayr reminds us that tomorrow is Pi Day (3/14/15), the only time this century that the date extends to four decimal points of this mathematical constant. She has a meditative math poemby Ira Sadoff for the occasion. At Random Noodling, Diane has some fun videos to accompany her responses to Heidi Mordhorst's CH words challenge.

Carmela Martino is in with a post from Teaching Authors. She says, "I want to share a link from my co-blogger April Halprin Wayland. Her post will be about how she uses the library--why she loves her library for writing in a quiet space and for audiobooks. She's included an original poem called IT'S NOT QUIET IN THE LIBRARY. (It's about listening...if you listen, there are many sounds in the library!)"

Linda Kulp at Write Time is sharing Lullaby & Kisses Sweet with her granddaughter, Evie, who was inspired to write her own poem. What a great post about how a young reader becomes immersed in a book.

Steven Withrow has a powerful original poem, "Refugee Camp," at Crackles of Speech.

The Friday Feast at Jama Rattigan's Alphabet Soup, is Kathi Appelt's new rhyming picture book, Counting Crows. This week's recipe, Raspberry Cheesecake Brownies.

Have you been following Penny Klosterman's collaborative series, "A Great  Nephew and a Great Aunt"? Episode 11 posts today with a clever teatime poem from Penny and Landon's accompanying illustration. 


Speaking of T, Michelle Heidenrich Barnes of Today's Little Ditty says, "Today I have a bit of a hodge podge post – Tanka, TOASTS, and Total Madness. But it does include a giveaway!"

Many of our Poetry Friday regulars are participating in Ed DeCaria's March Madness, which got underway this week. Buffy Silverman is featuring her first round poem today. Buffy's word was "megolomaniacal." Ack!

Gathering Books has a beautiful poem about grief by Iphigene. Stop by and send her a virtual hug.

There's lots of news to report at Charles Waters' Poetry Time. Charles also shares two recent poems, one from the Author Amok sound poetry project (cackling lava) and another from Heidi Mordhorst's CH word daily poem challenge (strrreeetch).

Getting dressed for the day...

At Teacher Dance,  Linda Baie has an original poem in memory of her grandfather. It's a little ode to Friday the 13th and other superstitions.

Catherine at Reading to the Core has a lovely found poem from Louise Erdrich's novel The Birchbark House



Donna Smith of  Mainely Write is playing along with Heidi Mordhorst's CH word challenge. She has a clever concrete poem for the word ARCH.

Did you know it was National Cereal Day this week? Matt Forrest Esenwine blogs about that (can we have a CRUNCH day, Heidi?) and the new Poetry Friday Anthology for Celebrations. Visit Radio, Rhythm, and Rhyme

Julie Larios tells us, "It's Neil Sedaka's birthday today, so over at the Drift Record I've got the lyrics to one of stranger hits from the 1960's, and an embedded video of him singing "Calendar Girl" that is possibly one of the worst music videos ever made. Or maybe just one of the weirdest?" The fireworks headdress is a must-see. Yikes.

If you live in Arizona, Joy reports that the Tucson Book Festival is tomorrow and Sunday. "I'm excited to be going. Lots of great workshops, panels and presentations to attend." Joy has a Friday the 13th poem at Poetry for Kids Joy.

Tabatha's post this week features excerpts by Howard Nemerov (a beautiful ekphrastic poem) and Ralph Salisbury. You'll find that at The Opposite of Indifference.

Mary Lee at A Reading Year says "Shame Is the Dress I Wear" is "a perfect fit for my Poetry Month project -- PO-EMotions -- which I am announcing today! I'm going to be writing poems about emotions." Stop by Mary Lee's blog to check out the announcement and her original poem, using the word ARCH for Heidi's MarCH CHallenge.

And Miss Juicy Universe herself, Heidi Mordhorst, is of course hosting the poem-a-day project so many of us are participating in, the Forward MarCH CHallenge. Today's word is "arCH" and Heidi already has some fine contributions!


It's that dreaded time of year: standardized testing season. Carol of Carol's Corner is in with a poem, now that her school has finished PARCC testing -- a good reminder that life (and school) is about our connections with other people, not test scores.

I've heard of Dueling Banjos, but not dueling odes! Margaret Simon of Reflections on the Teche is in a battle of the verse with her student. Who will be the winner? The ode to the sun or the ode to the moon?

At A Teaching Life, Tara Smith is featuring Poetry Friday's own Laura Purdie Salas, with a poem about coming to the end of a great book.

Thift stores are great places for finding things. Irene Latham is sharing a poem found at a thrift store: "I Love Old Things" by Wilson MacDonald.

Let's all welcome Poetry Friday newbies Darla Salay and Jen Brittin! You'll find their very first PF post, with two original poems about writing, at Two Writers

I love it when poets try and experiment with traditional forms. Tricia has a new sestina at the Miss Rumphius Effect.  The six words she selected for the poem are: sense/cents, turn, up, wind, break/brake, rays/raise/raze.

Putting on our slippers (or dancing shoes ... it IS Friday night):

Ready for spring? Becky Shillington welcomes the season with an original haiku.

Alex Baugh at Randomly Reading is getting in on the spring thing with a Wordsworth poem, "Written in March." Wordsworth compares snow to a retreating army!

At Pleasures from the Page, Ramona has a poem about the joy of discovering a new book. In this case, Paul B. Janeczko's latest: The Death of the Hat: A Brief History of Poetry in 50 Objects. "The Death of the Hat" sounds like a clothing poem to me.

There's a Carl Sandburg quote at Bildungsroman today.

I hope Catherine Johnson is not welcoming more snow with her limerick about a snowman! Happy St. Patrick's Day, Catherine!

Lori Ann Grover has a beautiful evening haiku "Crimson Blush" at her blog, On Point. Interested in learning more about The Death of the Hat? Lori also has a post about Janeczko's new book at Readertotz.

Amy Ludwig VanDerwater says, "Over at The Poem Farm (finally!) I have a little poem about how to become friends with a dog." How-to poems are another great form to try. Sam the Schnauzer sends you a woof of appreciation, Amy.

But enough about dogs, at All About the Books with Janet Squires, Janet is sharing the book "If Not For The Cat: Haiku" by Jack Prelutsky with paintings by Ted Rand.

Get a pre-National Poetry Month sneak peek of student poems at Jone MacCulloch's Check It Out. Jone also invites us all to sign up for an NPM poetry postcard from her talented students.

HUGE CONGRATS to PF blogger Kelly Fineman, whose book of poetry for adults launches today!! Kelly is sharing a poem from THE UNIVERSE COMES KNOCKING, entitled "Scientifically Speaking." Woo hoo, Kelly! 

At Flukeprints you'll find a link to the post "How to Host an Author at your School." Mrs. Doele's third grade class was lucky enough to have a visit with our own Amy Ludwig VanDerWater's last month.

Good morning!

For early risers and dawn-catchers, Cathy at Merely Day by Day has an original poem to greet the day: A Million Sunrises.

Loria Carter is sharing a video clip of Maya Angelou's "Life Doesn't Frighten Me At All" -- her hope for all the children of the world. 

Carol Varsalona at Beyond LiteracyLink tells us about Digital Learning Day 2015, which was March 13th. Carol also has an original, architectural poem for Heidi's word of the day "ARCH."

Friendly Fairy Tales has "Sound of Spring," an original poem by Brenda. Let's all recite Brenda's lines about the thawing snow to help bring on the warm weather.

Time to put on our jammies and dream of poetry, bloggers. Thank you for coming to the party and sharing your love of words and language with everyone.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Poetry Friday: 8th Grade Dance

Poetry has been in the news lately. We lost Maya Angelou on May 28 and this week gained a new U.S. Poet Laureate in Charles Wright. But I'll leave others to laud Wright's work this Poetry Friday.

To find those poetry posts and more, visit Catherine Johnson's blog. Thanks for hosting Poetry Friday this week, Catherine!

There is only one "current event" at the Shovan household this week: Tonight's 8th grade dance.

Our central Maryland school district doesn't believe in pomp and circumstance ceremonies, except in the case of completing high school. Instead of walking across a stage to receive a middle school diploma, my daughter has a bevy of smaller celebrations. Tuesday was the 8th grade picnic. (My prize for chaperoning, a tick bite on the ankle.) Next Friday, there will be a slide show and awards celebration.

Tonight is the big event. I'll spend the afternoon decorating the school with other parents. The theme is "Glow in the Dark." My daughter almost wore a black t-shirt dress with hand-decorated with glow-in-the-dark paint (which would have been SO COOL), but opted for a traditional party dress.

We had a last minute panic as she realized her shoes did not match her dress. It was Mom to the rescue with a pair of pink sandals. Whew!

There is a favorite poem playing in my mind this week. It was written by one of my early writing mentors, Maria Mazziotti Gillan. I have known and loved this poem since before my daughter was born. It's strange to find her here -- at this moment of becoming -- which Maria describes with such clarity.

My Daughter at 14, Christmas Dance
by Maria Mazziotti Gillan

Panic in your face, you write questions
to ask him. When he arrives,
you are serene, your fear
unbetrayed. How unlike me you are.

After the dance,
I see your happiness; he holds
your hand. Though you barely speak,
your body pulses messages I can read

all too well. He kisses you goodnight,
his body moving toward yours, and yours
responding. I am frightened, guard my
tongue for fear my mother will pop out

of my mouth. "He is not shy," I say. You giggle,
a little girl again, but you tell me he
kissed you on the dance floor. "Once?"
I ask. "No, a lot."

We ride through rain-shining 1 a.m.
streets. I bite back words which long
to be said, knowing I must not shatter your
moment, fragile as a spun-glass bird,

you, the moment, poised on the edge of
flight, and I, on the ground, afraid.

Poem from Where I Come From, Guernica

Here is Maria, featured on PoetryVlog.


Friday, January 24, 2014

Poetry Friday: I Open a Box

Writerly Friends, it's cold outside.

Come in out of the cold. There's
a poetry party going on at Tara's place!
Join the Poetry Friday blog roll
at A Teaching Life.

Photo: Times Union

All this talk about the Polar Vortex makes me think of this guy:


It is six degrees in Maryland right now. Last week we actually hit ONE. Not one degree below Fahrenheit. Just ONE. 

It's been a good time for writing, baking, making soup, and cleaning. I've got boxes of papers left unopened since we moved here 14 years ago. In one of them, I found a You Will Survive High School letter from the boyfriend who, many years later, became my husband. I found a card from my grandmother, who died in 2003. All my love for her floods back when I see her handwriting. 

The process of clearing out old letters, boxes, and photos makes a powerful writing prompt. It's the surprises to be found--a picture of a childhood friend, a Mother's Day drawing made by your young son (who's about to graduate from high school)--that make strong poems. Rediscovering forgotten objects can trigger memories and family stories, as one does in today's poem.

This week, I'm sharing Maria Mazziotti Gillan's poem "I Open a Box." It was recently published by the online journal Narrative Northeast.

I Open a Box

...and find inside a picture,
of myself as a child, sitting
on a small chair, wearing overalls
and shoes that must have been
hand-me-downs because they are
so worn the sole is coming loose.
I am no more than 18 months
old and cannot have been walking
all that long. I am squinting
into the sun, my nose crinkling
with effort the way it crinkles now
when I am trying to see in bright light.
Behind me, the six family tenement
where I was born on 5th Avenue
in Paterson, the rickety stairs rise up
three floors, the porches tilt a bit
as though they might fall off
if someone were to jump on them
too hard. My mother delivered
me herself in this coldwater flat.
The doctor didn't get to her in time...

Read the rest at Narrative Northeast.

Maria was my first serious poetry teacher. If you don't know her work, you are in for a journey. She is one of our country's most important writers on the immigrant experience.

Passaic Falls in Winter Paterson New Jersey
Postcard of Paterson, NJ at Card Cow.
William Carlos Williams wrote about
Paterson's Great Falls in his book, Paterson.

Monday, January 17, 2011

King Day of Service

Our country began celebrating Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday with a federal "Day of Service" in 1994.

According to "The History Behind MLK Day" at Newsmax.com, President Clinton signed the King Holiday and Service Act in order to honor King "with a call to action of Americans to transform MLK Day into a day of civil action.


You can visit the MLKDay website, plug in your zip code, find a project and go help!

Today, I'd like to honor a poet who has spent her career serving the poetry community and emerging writers in particular.

Maria Mazziotti Gillan is a winner of the 2011 Barnes and Noble Writers for Writers Award. (Read the full citation here.) It's an aptly named award for Maria. She's a champion of poets and the poetry community.

I met Maria at the beginning of my poetry journey. She was leading a poetry workshop for teachers through the Dodge Poetry Program. Maria became a mentor to me, as she has been for many poets.

She is fiercely devoted to her hometown, Paterson, NJ. There, she founded and still directs the Poetry Center at Passaic County Community College in Paterson. Maria is editor of the Paterson Literary Review and sponsors several awards for poets and writers.


One of the themes in Maria's work is social justice. She writes about the immigrant experience, drawing from the history of her Italian family. (Full disclosure -- these poems strike a particular chord with me. My Italian mother-in-law is also from Paterson and later moved, like Maria, to the suburb of Hawthorne, NJ.)

The theme of immigrants and first generation Americans coping with social injustice doesn't just appear in Maria's own poetry. Maria has edited three anthologies with her daughter, Jennifer Gillan, about the identity and political issues we face as our families integrate into American society.

They are: Identity Lessons, Growing Up Ethnic in America: Contemporary Fiction About Learning to Be American, and Unsettling America: An Anthology of Contemporary Multicultural Poetry.

Unsettling America is one of my favorite poetry anthologies, full of rich, honestly personal poems.

One of the first poems I remember hearing Maria read is "Eighth Grade." The finely drawn details of the classroom and teacher drew me in, but it's the combination of hope and hurt -- so true to eighth grade -- that make this poem stay with me.

Eighth Grade

by Maria Mazziotti Gillan

 Eighth grade smells of chalk dust
mingled with Miss Richmond's sultry perfume.
The feel of our smooth wooden pen holders,
the silver nibs, the black ink in our inkwells,
the initials caved into our desks and
the bottled ink, the wooden floor,
scratched and scarred, the sun falling across it
in swatches and the dust swirling
like atoms through sunlight,
the green blackout shades, the maps
on pulleys that slide down over the board
Miss Richmond in her tight sweaters,
her gold jewelry, her high heels tapping,
tapping on the wooden floor.
A sense of life seethes below the surface,
all the rows of young people
yearning for their lives to begin.

One day Miss Richmond said,
"Today I'm going to tell you
who will go on to college,"
and she went down each row and said,
"you will and you won't and you will
and you won't."
I prayed and crossed my fingers for luck
and prayed. "Please, please, let her say yes."
When she came to me, she paused,
looked at me
a minute, and then, slowly, hesitating she said,
"You probably will."
Her hesitancy burns in my memory,
a would that will never heal,
a taste in my mouth cruel and bitter as tin.

Reprinted with permission of Maria Mazziotti Gillan from What We Pass On: Collected Poems 1980-2009(Toronto,Canada Guernica editions, 2010).

At a time when our society is discussing the power of language, Maria's poem reminds me how important it is for teachers to pay attention to the words they use and the effect they can have.

Congratulations, Maria, on a well deserved award. You truly are a "Writer for Writers." I appreciate your service to the poetry community.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Amok Behind the Scenes at Dodge

It's an Author Amok/Dodge Festival exclusive!
Poet and educator Michael Z Murphy, Festival Assistant since 2000, is visiting for a couple of days. He's going to give us an insider's view of the Dodge Poetry Festival.
Michael was a longtime New Jersey inner-city school teacher. Now he's taken his many talents to the Garden State's Union County College. His hot-shot professor webpage is: http://faculty.ucc.edu/english-mmurphy/ Go, Michael!
AA: Michael, let’s begin with your history with the Dodge Foundation. You became involved with them as a teacher participating in the "Clearing the Spring/Tending the Fountain" poetry sessions for teachers. How did the Dodge Poetry Program affect your teaching? Your writing? MZM: I honestly don’t remember when my awareness of and connection to Dodge began, but I do remember the circumstances. I was in the office of the high school where I taught going through my mailbox when a colleague hand me one of her pieces of “junk mail” with the words, “You might be interested in this."
It was an invitation to enroll for a course called Clearing the Spring/Tending the Fountain. It was about poetry. It was for teachers. It was free. I signed up. About a month later I attended the first session with my first “real” poetry teacher Maria Mazziotti Gillan, and I was hooked. When the course ended 6 weeks later I stood up and invited anyone who was interested in continuing to do the same work at my home. From that class, a group called HillPoets was formed. We are still together, still reading, still critiquing. We have produced two group chapbooks of our work.
(Full disclosure, readers. I was one of the original HillPoets and in Gillan's class with Michael. Michael has remained a dear friend since my move to Maryland. The group reunites at the festival. Here are some of us -- we missed you, Jean! -- last week. Margaret Valentine on the left. Michael standing behind Mary Florio. Me on the right. Poets and educators all.)
MZM: Most noteworthy of my experience with Spring/Fountain is the miracle it wrought in my classes which were general English 9, 11 and subsequently 12. Instantly, I began using more metaphor and image in my lessons and so did the students. Their interest level rose; the disruption factor fell.
When it came to teaching any genre of writing and the appreciation of any genre of literature my toolbox of techniques overflowed with ideas that grew directly from that first course. I am now a professor of communication in the English Department of Union County College where my increased facility with language is a major help in showing students who to impress others with words. I have taken Spring/Fountain courses whenever my schedule would permit. The quality of my own writing has continued to grow and diversify. I am able to set new writing goals and reach them. The exposure to poets of international acclaim [through the Dodge Poetry Program] has sustained my energy and now serves as the major underpinning of my work in the college classroom and as a writer. AA: I missed Student Day this year. It’s one of my favorite days of the Festival. Can you describe what the energy is like when the main stage audience is several thousand high school students? How do the headline poets respond to having kids in their audience?
MZM: On Student Day the buzz in Waterloo Village is palpable. Even the trees seem more alert. The main tent is packed throughout the day as are the other event tents and the open readings that occur simultaneously.
I have greeted students from across the nation—the most distant was from Alaska. They had saved for a year to make the journey. The headline poets emphatically state how honored and thrilled they are to see such an intense interest among teens.
Just a few months before she died, Gwendolyn Brooks read on Student Day. One of my responsibilities and thrills that day was to escort her back stage and make sure she safely got to the stage. She was very tiny and frail and tentative in her steps. She was introduced and magic occurred. On a gorgeous fall day 3000 students fell silent.
Ms. Brooks seemed to grow until she was a tower of strength. Her voice was as deep and strong as it ever was. She regaled them with fascinating stories and read her own poetry. What amazed me is that of 3000 students that day I don’t think there was one who realized they and she were not of the same generation.
After the reading Ms. Brooks was in the signing tent to autograph books. Although the day was warm and the line seemed to be miles long she would not leave until the last student was satisfied. Eventually, she did accept a chair. It was an incredible experience.
AA: You work with teen poets, helping them prepare for the New Jersey High School Poetry Contest Winners Reading. What do you think it’s like for them, coming to this festival where they find peers who care about language/writing as intensely as they do?
MZM: There are 20 winners each year, so that makes 40 for each Festival. Although many have gone off to college they do their darnedest to get to the Festival. It means taking off from college classes in the first month, travelling in various way for various distances. They do it because it is such an honor and such an adrenaline rush for them. They are language lovers who value being in the company of their ilk.
AA: What’s your best “behind the scenes” story?
The first year I didn’t realize that high school and college students had timing issues. I trusted that they knew what three minutes was. Well, once on stage of the main tent, one after the other the students went over time. One young man gave a two-minute intro to a two-minute poem. The poetry was good but the back up into the next event was not.
A few years ago one of the winning poets was autistic marked by extreme communication difficulties. He could email brilliantly and his writing was WOW. His mother and I agreed that in his place I would share two of his poems. More significantly they both agreed that when I introduced his work I was to mention that he was autistic. We all hoped to bust the myth that autism equals retardation. He and his mother sat near the stage for the program and I finally met them after the reading. He carried an electronic device on which he typed a beautiful thank you.
Are you a teacher in New Jersey? Do you love poetry? Lucky you! Find out more about the Dodge Poetry Program and the Spring/Fountain workshops for teachers, online.
See you tomorrow for the rest of the interview and an original poem from Michael.