week #9 free #2

Poetry best when come from real life experiences. I have a great inspiration for my next found poem. This weekend I lost my keys. That is the worse feeling in the world. Especially when you don't know who may have picked them up. Your keys are like life to you. It has access to your car, house, your mama's house, your mail box. So when you lose them its understandable that you go into panic mood. Eventually I found them (YEA!) and now life is back to normal. There is a sigh of relief. I feel this will make a great found poem, there are so many metaphors that you can use for keys. I feel like we all have lost ours keys once in our lives. So this poem can relate to anybody. I still have to sit down and explore what really want to say, but if I write this poem right it can really be a good one. I can't wait to play around with and introduce it to the class!

Week #9 critical 1

• This was my found poem that I wrote in class.

I wrote it based on a facebook chat me and friend had

8:21am

Terence

?

first 
how did the paegent go?

8:22am

Rita

great! I won!

I wish you can have been there !

8:22am

Terence

i knew you would!!
sweet

congrats!!

i wish i could have too

8:22am

Rita

thanks!

8:22am

Terence

maybe when u win next year too i'll be there

lol

so what is this project?

8:23am

Rita

No.... i can only do it once

and Idk... I gotta keep the ball rolling now uuh

I guess i need to go ahead and write a movie

8:27am

Terence

yup

i'll help

u just gotta take the first step

8:28am

Rita

what that

So from this I wrote a poem called c=Conversation with God. The encouragement my friend gave me in this chat sounded like something God would say to me. I just changed some sentences around to fit better.

Conversation with God

So you won! I just wanted to say congrats sweetie!

Thanks! I wish you could have see me.

Now you know I didn't miss it. And when you win next year I'll be there too.

No.... I can only do it once.

Says who, don't you know I will make a winner over many things.

Well I guess I have to keep the ball rolling now huh?

Yup, so what is your next project,

Idk, I guess ill write the rest of my life story

Ill help you just have to take the next step.

And what is that....?

Week #8 critical #3

Black Arts Movement!

While looking up research for our class project. I came across some good information about the Black Arts Movement. It was started in harlem by a writer by the writer Amira Baraka ( later changed his name to Le roi Jones.) He started this movement shortly after the death of Malcom X. This era was crucial to African American literature because it encourage blacks to start their own publishing house, art institutes, magazines, and journals. It encouraged blacks to write. It displayed a different type of literature, giving the minority people a voice.

Poetry was an important part of this movement. Most poems were written during this era to inform people of the issues within the community. It was a way for African Americans to spread knowledge with one another. The poems during the (BAM) were powerful. They had to be. This was a period of the civil right movement and the black panthers, poets wanted to engage their audience into political issues.

The Black arts Movement lasted about a decade but it can be said hat some of the most exciting poems came from this movement. I continue to research information from this era I continue to get excited. This era produced art this was feel with passion, desire, and strength. It had a fire to it, and that fire inspired other minorities to express themselves as well. Below is a poem from Nikki Giovvani. She was a major poet during this time

Nikki-Rosa

Childhood rememberances are
always a drag if you're Black
you always remember things like
living in Woodlawn with no inside toilet
and if you become famous or something

They never talk about how happy
you were to have your mother
all to yourself and how good the
water felt when you got your bath
from one of those

Big tubs that folk in chicago barbeque
in and somehow when you talk
about home
it never gets across how much you
understood their feelings as the
whole family attended meetings

About Hollydale and even though you
remember your biographers never
understand your father's pain as he
sells his stock and another
dream goes

And though your're poor it isn't
poverty that concerns you and
though they fought a lot
it isn't your father's drinking that
makes any difference but only that

Everybody is together and you
and your sister have happy birthdays
and very good Christmasses and I
really hope no white person ever has
cause to write about me
because they never understand

Black love is Black wealth and they'll
probably talk about my hard childhood
and never understand that
all the while I was quite happy