Edna Cabcabin Moran
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Thursday, January 31st, 2008

Poetry On and Off the Field

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Teaching kids to write is
equivalent to teaching
kids to think; giving kids
the tools to write is giving
them the resources
to be successful in life.

Combining all of this
with soccer is like putting
peanut butter with chocolate.

I am surprised every public
school hasn’t adopted a
SCORES program.”

- Best Selling Author, Stephen King

Picture this: A smooth wall-pass to the Center Midfielder, who passes it up the line to the Right Winger, who boots a magnificent cross to the Striker, who heads the ball like a laser beam, into the upper right corner of the net, just inches from the Keeper’s reach and…Ta Da! Goal! That’s The Beautiful Game, also known as, Soccer.

Who thought of combining The Beautiful Game with poetry? America SCORES, that’s who. SCORES is an after-school program for urban public schools, bringing kids a weekly dose of soccer and poetry. As a SCORES Poetry Coach last fall, I had the pleasure of working with students at the Oakland school, Think College Now (TCN). They played soccer twice a week and then they joined me in “playing” with poetry the other two days a week.

My team consisted of a dozen or so high-energy 3rd through 5th grade girls. They were mainly there for soccer, but since poetry is a requirement under SCORES, they had to take my class, too. I knew I had a big task ahead of me.

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Week-by-week, we explored the basics of poetry, experimenting with various forms. I tried to keep it fun–mixing activities between music, word games, stories and journal-writing. But these girls loved to talk and tease each other. Plus, they had cliques. I’ll spare you the details. Rather, I’ll just say some of them had a flair for drama.

When I started to doubt their progress, their journals and experimental poetry turned up gems. I watched them come out of their shells, embracing poetry as a vehicle for expression. They wrote about friendship, family, love, hate and crushes. They surprised me by their eagerness to read their poems out loud. Could it get any better than that?

Our final project was to perform a group poem at the annual East Bay SCORES Poetry Slam! at Dunsmuir Estate. The girls took pride in composing their own lines. I also let them choreograph some movements. However, the rainy day weather affected our practice sessions. I found myself managing their behavior more than coaching. I strived to keep the girls focused and busy. I also crossed my fingers a lot.

Performance night brought us together with hundreds of other SCORES kids. We were second on the program. I tried to shrug off the girls’ collective “deer-in-the-headlights” expressions–however, I grew concerned. A few of the girls had stage-fright. I hoped it wouldn’t spread.

My team sat, stiff with fear, as the first group performed their poem. I held my breath as the MC called us up. Thankfully, all my girls stood up and followed me to the front of the auditorium. I watched them file on stage, just as we had practiced.

I remained close by to cue and cheer them on. But once they got going, they were fine. Every girl remembered her line. If someone forgot to recite the group lines then other girls filled in, projecting their voices and filling in gaps. They wowed us with their performance of “All the Colors of the World.”

The poetry slam reminded me of a good soccer match. As a veteran soccer coach, I recalled the planning, scrimmages and drills, mess, mud and grime of the field, ebb and flow of the game, perfect passes, interceptions and hard-earned goals. A coach organizes practices, but the game, itself, is in the players’ hands (and feet).

The judging panel awarded my team: “Most Visionary” and “Rhythm & Rhyme.” Perhaps they, too, were reminded of The Beautiful Game?

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Monday, May 28th, 2007

Inspiration from an 18th Century Poet

Songs of Experience by William Blake

I own a paperback copy of William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and of Experience (Oxford University Press). Lately, I’ve turned to it for creative inspiration–flipping through pages at random and seeing which poems and artwork capture my fancy. Many of the poems are of the same title but completely different and each version is placed under the theme of innocence or experience.

Songs of Innocence and of Experience contains fifty-four plates which Blake personally hand-etched and colored. A blurb in About.com states that William Blake “created his own mythology, wrote epics and children’s rhymes, and made illustrated books that are admired icons centuries after his death.” I’m simply drawn to his work. I love reading his old english poetry although I struggle to comprehend its meaning and syntax. Fortunately, my paperback copy provides a brief explanation in the back of the book and much can be found on the web, such as here and there .

Here is a poem from Songs of Innocence:

Spring
By William Blake

Sound the Flute!
Now it’s mute.
Birds delight
Day and Night.
Nightingale
In the dale
Lark in Sky
Merrily
Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year
Little Boy
Full of joy.

 

A poem from Songs of Experience section:

The Voice of the Ancient Bard
By William Blake

Youth of delight come hither,
And see the opening morn,
Image of truth new born,
Doubt is fled & clouds of reason,
Dark disputes & artful teazing.
Folly is an endless maze.
Tangled roots perplex her ways,
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead:
And feel they know not what but care:
And wish to lead others when they should be led

 

(Note: The artwork above is a frontispiece from Songs of Experience.)

Friday, April 6th, 2007

Soup-er Green for Illustration Friday

Beautiful Soup

For this week’s Illustration Friday theme: Green, here’s one of my creations inspired by the savory poem, “Beautiful Soup,” by famed Alice In Wonderland author, Lewis Carroll. Enjoy!

Oh, and don’t forget to eat your greens!

BEAUTIFUL SOUP
by Lewis Carroll

BEAUTIFUL Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful soup!
Soup of the evening, beautiful soup!

Beau–ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau–ootiful Soo-oop!
Soo–oop of the e–e–evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup!

Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish,
Game, or any other dish?
Who would not give all else for two
Pennyworth only of Beautiful soup?
Pennyworth only of Beautiful soup?

Beau–ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau–ootiful Soo-oop!
Soo–oop of the e–e–evening,
Beautiful, beauti–FUL SOUP!

[The above art was created with gouache, prismacolor pencil and some pastel.]