When I lived in NYC, it always made my day when I found a new poem
displayed in the subway car. Sitting alongside advertisements for
English lesson and zit removal, it was a little pick me up amongst a
sea of riotous ads. How's that for poetic? I never claimed to be good.
displayed in the subway car. Sitting alongside advertisements for
English lesson and zit removal, it was a little pick me up amongst a
sea of riotous ads. How's that for poetic? I never claimed to be good.
The other day, I forgot to erase a poem I'd written on the board for
one of my AP classes. A couple of sophomores mentioned it - one had
seen it before; another asked what it meant... and suddenly an idea
was born. If I post a short poem on the board and just never mention
it, all of my students will assume it's meant for another class.
They'll still read it, thinking it may be important, and get a little
poetry in their lives.
It's an idea anyhow.
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