Here’s the handy bits that I said you might like.
Enjoy – Mrs Lane
Quick quick quick! Get your tenner into finance to be able to go on the trip next week to see Julius Caesar. Amazing experience for all those studying Literature – even if it’s not your set text!
Book here: http://www.summerseatplayers.co.uk/index.php
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
So – what have you been reading over summer? If you’re stuck for ideas then get started on the Man Booker prize long list (http://themanbookerprize.com/)
Then look out for posters at college for how you can ‘win big’!! (The apostrophes and overuse of exclamation marks denote a slight sense of irony.)
Here are Year 12’s poems on the themes of Emily Dickenson. (BAD LANGUAGE ALERT.) Vote for your favourite by posting a comment.
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 am the entire generation
I am God
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
Descent into madness
From sane to insanity
Peace is crazy
War is the solution
uncontrollable emotions, feelings and passion
formed by a strike of an arrow by Cupid.
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.
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…
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 *#!
This is s*#!
“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.
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
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 ………….
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
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:
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.
So… Mrs Lane went to see Beautiful Thing at the Royal Exchange and it was the best acted thing she’s seen in a long long time. Check it out at: http://www.royalexchange.org.uk/page.aspx?page=764 *CONTENT VERY SENSITIVE – SUGGEST PARENT ADVICE FOR THOSE UNDER 18.*
So – how exciting is this? Or is it just me? You put a bunch of words in this thing: could be a facebook profile, a poem, a letter to Santa or whatever… and boom! Out pops these word clouds.