Showing posts with label Ransford Laryea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ransford Laryea. Show all posts

Monday, August 27, 2007

Something Extraordinary in the Ordinary



Students often say that they can't write poetry because they can't think of anything important to say. They assume that poetry requires a profound theme to be good. They don't realize that a good poem can focus on ordinary aspects of daily life. The poet's job is to show me something extraordinary in the ordinary.

To help students do this, I give them a list of ordinary mundane tasks, such as walking the dog, ironing clothes or washing the car. They select a task and write a poem on that aspect of daily life. Here are two poems on taking out the trash.


Tedium
Ransford Laryea, grade 11

Wheeling out the garbage the rubber tires
lock against clay lumps
set against the dark line of dry hills.

Time ticks toward daylight
and a flying Avon catalogue hits my porch:
an undergrad's tedious job.

Later that day thick girls
giggling beside me
turn my face clown nose red.



Tuesday Morning
Matthew Morgan, grade 11

My mind maps Tuesday morning.
I drag out the trash
through air like ice cold beer;
a shocking time of tossing out
and pulling together
pieces from dreams and waking.


Thursday, April 19, 2007

Ode to Marian Anderson



Students are naturally idealistic and attracted to persons of greatness. Encourage them to research the lives of great athletes, musicians, statesmen, artists and scientists. You might provide them with brief sketches of the lives of heroes and heroines. Most will identify with someone they read about. That's the person to whom they should write an ode.

Here is an ode written by a British student who took my creative writing classes in 2004-2006. His family came originally from Ghana. Ransford Laryea's poem was first published in A Celebration of Young Poets (2005) and was judged one of the Top Ten poems written by students living in the Appalachian region.


Ode to Marian Anderson
Ransford Laryea, Grade 11

She was a little lady with dreams scarred
by those who hated her black skin,
by signs that said "Whites Only"
by slow moving tears down black cheeks,
by memories of black men hand-cuffed in backseats,
by a trail of savage slavery.
But happiness was her destiny on the stage
and 75,000 hearts soared
as her voice rang out
with proud Lincoln unyielding behind her
and her people free, free at last
from the harvest of pain
they were enslaved to reap.