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Performance Poetry. and Beyond…. Call and Response. ALL MY FAULT? The guinea pig has fleas, there are grass stains on my knees, AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT? There’s mustard on the floor, and flies came in the door, AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT? The milk is warm and sour, all the bread has been devoured,
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Performance Poetry and Beyond…
Call and Response ALL MY FAULT? The guinea pig has fleas,there are grass stains on my knees,AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT? There’s mustard on the floor,and flies came in the door, AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT? The milk is warm and sour,all the bread has been devoured, THAT TOO IS ALL MY FAULT? Why, when I walk into the room,do you always start to fumeLIKE IT’S ALL MY FAULT? Did I cause the national debt? The creeping ozone threat? IS THAT ALL MY FAULT? How ‘bout overpopulation? Did I pollute the habitation? IS THAT ALL MY FAULT? Was I born to take the blame? A guilty face to fit your frame? LIKE, THIS IS ALL MY FAULT? I didn’t make the traffic slow, but that delinquent videois mine. That one is all my fault. Activity and poem by Sara Holbrook
You’ve Got Rhythm The dog ate my homework. You’ve heard that before? This one ate the table, then chewed through the door. Activity and poem by Sara Holbrook
I’m serious. Don’t copy me. I mean it now. You let me be. I’m outta here. Don’t follow me. I’m warning you. Stop. Stop. STOP. Stop that. No fair. You started it. I’m serious. Don’t copy me. I mean it now. You let me be. I’m outta here. Don’t follow me. I’m warning you. Stop. Stop. Stop that. No fair. You better quit. COPYCAT Activity and poem by Sara Holbrook
You are entitled to your point of view… I’m going to be as great as… Activity and poem by Sara Holbrook
Ways to Present! • Choral reading • Inflection • Pace • Attitude/tone • Projection • Gestures • Facial expressions
We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks The Pool Players. Seven at The Golden Shovel. We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk Late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon. Performing a Poem
Harlemby Langston HughesWhat happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry uplike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore – And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over – like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.Or does it explode?
Text Rendering • Choral Read • Respond with whip around pass • Read silently • Vocabulary • Figurative language • Underline favorite parts • Jump-in read • Create new poems • Read in parts (by gender, etc.)
An Exercise in Imagery Imagery Exercise.doc Painting by Shawn Reed
And Beyond… • Poetry Café • Creative Responses • Personal Responses • Student Poetry • Poetry Analysis (long essays) • And whatever else you may dream of…