Category Archives: A-Level

Manchester Literature Festival

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So… time to show our love for all things Manchester and all things books.

Step one – click on this link http://www.manchesterliteraturefestival.co.uk/events

Step two – find one thing that looks ace (how about a tour of the city looking at where Charles Dickens used to visit – 13th Oct

or if science is more your thing how about listening to Bio Punk – 13th Oct

or check out the competition looking at some of Manchester’s Student’s best at 8×8 – 14th Oct

or Asian Superheroes showing at Waterstones – 15th Oct

or the North’s best bloggers – 17th Oct

or, for those over 18, the Boho Literary Pub walk – 20th Oct

Step three – find a friend (a real friend – not someone who sends you a smiley face)

Step four – book it

Step five – go

Step six (optional) write about it and put it here so we know what we missed

Death, Madness, God and Nothing

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Here are Year 12’s poems on the themes of Emily Dickenson. (BAD LANGUAGE ALERT.) Vote for your favourite by posting a comment.

 

GOD

I am the  creator

I am your  sir

I have the power

I’m not just a blur

 

I’m a genius

I am life

I’m  limitation

I am the entire generation

 

I am God

 

Funeral

This is what
the devil reads before he goes to sleep, some food for thought, food for death
go ahead and f*#!ing eat.  My fathers
dead ? Well I don’t know, we never  f*#!ing
meet.

 

Chaos 

Descent into  madness

From sane to insanity

Peace is  crazy

War is the solution

No disagreements

Only Chaos

 

Love

Love is

uncontrollable emotions, feelings and passion

Love is
formed by a strike of an arrow by Cupid.

 

Nature

Nature, a  flower blooming in the spring

Leaves  blowing in the swirly wind

The slow  heart beat a new born animal has

The first sensation of senses

Autumn  arrives, and lovers start to die.

 

Ecstasy

The height  of emotion

The overwhelming of the mind

The spectrum  – diversion

The ready  unwind

 

The crash of  waves

The thunder of skies

The pinnacle of hysteria…

Ecstasy

 

Nothing

To be nothing

Does not exist

To be in a coffin

Is to contest

 

To be killed for something

Is better than nothing

To be doing nothing

Is not something

 

There’s not much to be said

About the topic of nothingness

Many would rather be dead

Than attempt such hopelessness

 

I’ve had enough of this

It is taking the p *#!

I quit

This is s*#!

 

Time

“A nonchalant lack of progress”

He spoke that far too well

An impeccable lack of stature, unclear thatcher,

he watched as the Berlin Wall fell.

 

But as he sits, draws from his experiences

The ones that shape him, make him, he’ll see

Passing time by the banks of the Tyne

admiring his lack of responsibility.

 

Then as his inner conflicts banged and changed

He failed to assume control, moment

Then as the hands revolved a moment of clarity came to be

London, England Barrow and Furnace

Crumbled in the sea.

 

Fear

The dark can be a scary thing

With freaky people seeking

Some of them want to stab the kids

Others want to eat eye lids

There could be monsters in the dark

How I envy the ones I fear

Because they can see what is near

Jesus Christ! They are here

The ones that I truly fear

A ghost or ghoul or goblin

Possibly come to take my teeth

 

Immortal

To be immortal

Would be to live without fear

You would never be scared

As death is never near

 

But what if our soul is immortal

And not our body

Would we still walk without a care in the world

And not care for anybody

 

When I think of being immortal

A superhero springs to mind

They have duties to society

To be helpful, strong and kind

 

However I am not a superhero

In fact I am none of the above

Yes I am immortal

I am ………….

 

Insanity

The expolsive insanity inside that tells you to do everything at once.

Paint. Draw. Write. See. Run. Fly

Are we  insane? Or are our brains

To busy for us to keep up?

It’s catchy, it’s infectious

It finds you in the middle of the night,

It hunts you down
It’s everywhere.  It’s not us, it’s them

Bored over Christmas?

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Try making a snowflake Haiku. (YOU WILL NEED A PIECE OF PLAIN PAPER, A PAIR OF SCISSORS AND SOMETHING TO WRITE WITH – OPTIONAL GLITTER!)

First make the thing: http://highhopes.com/snowflakes.html

 

Then write on your Haiku artistically onto the snowflake (Japanese poem):

A haiku is a short poem, invented by the Japanese poet, Basho. Only three lines long, there is

no room for waste – every word counts and must be chosen carefully.

According to the rules, a haiku poem is supposed to have 17 syllables (a beat in a word)  in it, 5 in the first line,

7 in the second and 5 in the last line.

 

George Marsh, a

distinguished poet and teacher of haiku, describes it as “a tiny poem filled with a love of

nature”. Here are two examples:

sudden shower

in the empty park

a swing still swinging

fallen flower I see

returning to its branch

ah! a butterfly

GIVE IT TO YOUR ENGLISH TEACHER (OR MRS LANE) AND CLAIM YOUR PRIZE.