Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Poetry

All right kids today today we talk about poetry.

Matt: What is poetry

Student One: poetry is a feeling

Student Two: poetry is talking with rhythm

Matt: rhythm, what's that?

Student One: It's the way you walk, talk, or live it is the way things go, they go smooth with rhythm, you have to find your own rhythm though.

Can I tell you a poem. About me dreaming about you. Similies and metaphors. Live in the metaphor live in the likeness of another thing being whatever. I woke up today thinking of poetry. We talked about it in class.

We all have it AA said. We all have it. Maybe we just need to let go and be us to each other the nasty and the clean. Stop judging and loving and be real. Keep it so real that nothing else seems to matter but the reality of yourselves of ourselves.

Just a little thinking about living in color and poetry.
Working with all these kids under the age of ten has taught me more than any class I have ever taken. The simple things the ups the downs the the the, pureness, the feeling, I asked her how she was feeling today and she said she needed to see a "feelings" chart. I gave her one and she identified the face with the tilted almost grin to the left, right eybrow slanted at a 90 degree angle and the left parallel to the ground. " Hopeful" she said, she said I'm feeling hopefull today. I dug a little bit. She said I have hope that this day will be better than yesterday.

Setting goals.

poetry

Monday, January 24, 2005

we all count

he was feeling grumpy today he said. i tried to cheer him up with the humor of inconsistency, it gets me in trouble. i announced that today begins no name calling week. truly, it is actually called national no name calling week. i had all of the kids think of a time when they had been called a name. after this i asked them to close their eyes and try to get a hold of the feeling that they felt when this happened. i then asked them to think of a time they had called another person a name. i then asked them to hold this. some shared, some said it want to hit them, others, just walk away tell a teacher tell staff tell my mommy or daddy. we just talked about martin luther king jr. last week. it the celebration of his birth. i have always had difficulty with the notion of a just war. even in the bible i have a difficult time. i know i know His ways are different than ours. what about the fight that is in me. i want peace, it's hard when there i no peace within.

after he said he was grumpy i let him know that there was only ten more minutes of school, i asked him if he though he could hold on til then, if he could make it, if he could sustain, he smiled and said yes. i then balled up my fist, he balled up his we held them up and in a slow controlled punching motion hit our fists against each others to signify some sort of collective triumph, he then said thanks matt.

Saturday, January 22, 2005

We are alive

Flying then lan ding. Then...then...i'm trying to figure out the rest of this story. Friendship. Wow!! sometimes it is so hard to be honest. weakness. be real. I want to talk about faith, friendship, and connecting these things. culture, what is that truly. black,white,brown,red, yellow. sikh,jew,christian,zorasterism,hinduism,budhism,toaism,meism. godism. bush is back in action. education is on my mind. i was screwed. by them or me. or maybe, just maybe this is how the story is supposed to go. jesus. i woke up today feeling a little bit sore, a little bit hungry, and excited about the day. my wife, there, my son, there, my cat, there, and the commas all just fell into place right or not. it's january and i am still on the second floor and every day i still have a chance to express love.

Friday, December 31, 2004

its here

the eve of the 05. not madness like five years ago but waves came and wiped out a lot of us. do something! we are all won, or one, lets think about it. are we stingy. i'll stop this could be the beginning of something grand. grand. grand. the new year declarations will come and inevitably. inevitably, go.

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