Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Anna Jackson - Island Bay poet

A few weeks ago we read Tuatara by Anna Jackson for our Poem of the Week. 

Tuatara
Anna Jackson

In a country with ridges
up and down its back

lives the tuatara
wearing mountains like the land

moving so slowly
it hardly seems to move at all.

The sun goes whirling
round the world

and winds blow west
and winds blow north

and grasses grow
and trees grow higher

and people come
and they admire

the tuatara sitting still.
It hardly seems to move at all. 

Anna Jackson is a local Island Bay poet, and Paula Green from Poetry Box, a poetry blog for kiwi kids, connected us with Anna so we could interview her by email. She's going to come and visit us at school next term.

Here are our questions and her answers:

Tuatara questions ~ Anna Jackson’s answers
  • What's your favourite part of Tuatara?
I think what I like is the way most of it is one long sentence all about the rest of the world moving, then when you get to the tuatara again, the sentence stops.  Then there is just one still sentence at the end, a sentence the same as one before.  This seems like a good way of capturing the stillness of the tuatara, compared to the rest of the world.
  • When you were writing it, what was the first image that popped in to your mind?
I think the back of the tuatara looking like mountains. 
  • What inspired you to write about a tuatara? Why did you write the Tuatara poem?
I was writing about New Zealand animals and birds.  I have poems about moa, kokako, huia and takahe as well.  I think I like the takahe one best of the bird poems.
  • Were you observing hills when you wrote Tuatara?
No, I just thought about them.
  • What do you think is the best word you used in Tuatara?
I don’t think any of the words are very special, apart from the word tuatara!  It isn’t about the words, the words are just doing word-work, making us think about the things they refer to. 
  • How long does it take to write one poem?
It depends a lot.  Sometimes just a little while, ten minutes maybe?  But often a lot longer, because I keep working away at it and changing the words.  Sometimes I will come back to a bit of poem I started months ago, and turn it into a new poem. 
  • What's the most recent poem you've written?
It was one about Susan Sontag, who is an essayist I saw a film about.  She was very frightened of dying and so I wrote about that fear and all the ways we have to not be frightened.  And I thought about my hens and how good they are at just being happy every day and not thinking ahead, so I wrote about them in the poem as well. 
  • How long have you been a poet for?  
Since I bought a typewriter when I was twenty-something, so more than twenty years!
  • Are your poems/stories sometimes sad?
Yes, sometimes they are sad and sometimes they are about being sad.  One is about being so sad, when the person tries to talk an ocean pours out of her mouth – like crying from your mouth.   One poem I wrote made me cry when I wrote it.  It can be consoling to write a poem when you are sad though.  You might still be sad, but you can still be happy about having written a poem.
  • What is the first image that you can think up in your mind? 
I can always think of my hens!  But do you mean a metaphor, or something imagined?  I can imagine the construction cranes I see out of my window nodding their heads up and down and walking across the harbour.
  • When did you start writing? What age were you when you started poetry? 
I think when I was at primary school I mostly wrote stories.  But they were short, so you could call them poems.  Some of the poems I write now are like little short stories. 
  • Where do you get ideas from? What sort of things inspire your writing?
From talking to people.   I think of things to say, and then some of the things I say in a conversation I turn into a poem.  A lot of people say really clever, funny things all the time, but they don’t write them down to make poems out of them.  Sometimes they turn them into facebook posts instead. 
  • Do you edit your work? How many times?
Sometimes a poem comes out right the first time, but sometimes I edit it over and over.
  • Where do you live? (I heard that your next-door neighbour is Lucinda!)
We live in Jackson street Island Bay and we are very lucky because we have Isaac and Lucinda for neighbours.  We have an orchard that we share and Lucinda helped plant the trees.  In the weekends when I sit out in the garden, the hens come running up to be with me, and so do Lucinda’s cats, Storm and Cedric.  Then there is a lot of drama, because the cats love chasing the hens, and the hens hate being chased, but they keep coming back because they hope I will feed them, and the cats keep hanging round because they like to be stroked. 
  • What do you usually write about: animals, plants and land? 
I more often write about people and the things people say.  One poem is about being an envelope and wondering where I’ll be sent.  One is about walking past a dog and the dog’s sleeping owner, and thinking about how the dog won’t be able to tell the owner about me when I’ve gone.  Some are about going to films, some are about having parties.
  • What is your strategy to write such nice and easy poems?
I think anyone can write a nice and easy poem!   One poet I like is Frank O’Hara.  He used to write about things he saw in his lunch breaks.  People said it was too easy so why did he bother?  But his poems are so sweet and funny, all the things he saw and what he thought about them. 
  • What makes you happy?
Playing with Lucinda’s  cats and finding bugs for my hens.  Having dinner with my family – my son Johnny is twenty and was living in Auckland but now he has come home and lives with us.  That makes me happy. 
  • Do you like writing for children or adults?
I like it when children like the poems I wrote for adults.  I was pleased when I heard about children reading the Pastoral Kitchen book, which is one with a lot of animal poems in.  And I wrote a book called “Catullus for Children” which adults and children read.  It is about primary-school age children.   I don’t write many poems just for children. 
  • Do you do anything other than write poems? Are you just a poet or do you have another job?
I do have another job.  I work at the university, writing about books and giving lectures about books. 
  • Do you think you will always be a poet? 
Yes!

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

My cousin | by Jet

Me and my
cousin,

what do we do?

We like playing basketball
like some dudes
getting three baskets in a row.
Did you know?
That's me and my bro?!

Friday, 27 June 2014

the ride | by Niamh

wheels zooming 
trees blurring 
waves passing by 
crashing against the breakers 
a rough and tumbling ride

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Writers' journals riddles and poems

Every Wednesday we start the day with observational drawing and writing in our writers' journals. There's a fad for riddles going on at the moment, along with our usual passion for poetry...



The helicopter

by Francesca

The helicopter falls around and around

in circles
and flutters in a slight breeze.
It got rumpled
rain's sliding down the base of the wings
it cracks and crackles
in the breeze
fluttering downwards.


Colours

by Peta

There are colours

that nobody can name
it has patterns of all kinds
slippery like silk
it has some bumps
that can only be felt
they can't be seen
but they can be touched
the vampire teeth
want to hurt the people
the taste buds 
want to taste some more blood.


The shadow's shadow

by Ella

My shadow has a shadow

and the shadow is me
we are exactly the same
but when he goes away
I am all alone...


Guess what I am!

By Mel

I sparkle 
in the sunlight
I glow 
the colours of the rainbow
I also can crack again
in any shape
What am I?
                     ... paua!

I swirl around

like a tornado
I'm sharp 
at the end and
I get fatter
at the bottom
at all times
I can hear
the light
waves of the sea
What am I?
                     ... a shell!

I twirl

and twirl
around as
I get down
like a helicopter
I am light brown
and I have veins
that you can see.
What am I?
                     ... a maple tree seed!

As I hit the ground

I go
thump thump
thump and 
sometimes crack.
I can be found
nearly everywhere
in different way.
What am I?
                     ... a rock!

As I fall I land in heaven and turn

from green to yellow to orange
to red and finally to brown
and lie there
but I can still
travel around the world.
What am I?
                    ... a leaf!


Morning

by Luca

feet frozen,

cheeks tingling, zip tightened
hands shoved into pockets

I trudge up the alleyway


My hair flying back into the wind



Fuzzy figure

by Dot

It's fluffy like a toy dog

it's brown like chocolate
it's warm in my hands
it's fuzzy and fuzzy and
fuzzy!

Clock

by Dot

tick tock tick tock

it's a clock
now it's 6 o' clock

Untitled

by Dot

A smooth

rich caramel brown triangle 
on my grey hard desk
stripes of light,
bright and white
looks like a yellow lemony colour
on the back


Untitled

by Aliya

one small cut shell

with a hole
shaped like the sea
one little shell with lines curved
like the calm sea

The frame

by Aliya

It's a mini frame of shell

as white as snow
sitting on my dull grey desk
and it looks magical


The shell

by Amelie



the wavy swirly pattern on the shell
pale orange, skin colour, creamy white,
a blob of colour on the beach,
plainly the colour of bleach!


Who am I?

by Tama

It's in the middle

but with more than one
it's very quiet
but only when told
it has a clown
that's upside down
but all of them
are really stars.
Who am I?
                    ...M13!


Changes

a found poem by Joe

The north wind doth blow

Dragon smoke rain wind
who has seen the wind
to a red kite
windy nights stopping by woods
on a snowy evening.


Untitled

by Saoirse

the orange egg rubs against my palm

making me quiver
all over.


The flappy thing

by Mahinaz



the flappy thing is
if you throw it up
it comes down
like a helicopter thing
at the top 
and it goes light to dark
and there's a circle on it
and at the bottom it is little
and beautiful


What am I?

by Jamieson

I look like gas

I live under the water.
I am tasty to eat.
What am I?
A piece of paua.

I am black and white

and like a stick.
What am I?
A tiger snake.

I am black and yellow

and I am venomous.
What am I?
A black and yellow frog

that is venomous.


Wednesday, 11 June 2014

night poems | By Ella

The moon and stars

The dark sky is a blanket
the stars are holes
and the moon is a torn edge
that the birds disappear into
when the sun wakes up
it simply pushes away
and shines its morning shine


In the night

In the night the wind whispers to the trees.
In the night the bush animals snuggle into a bed of leaves.
In the night I look out my bedroom window and listen to the glistening trees...
And stare at the twinkling stars then snuggle down and fall asleep.

Friday, 4 April 2014

Poetry by Francesca


           The wind
The wind comes the wind goes
It disappears as the wind passes by
It can be soft it can be hard
It can be icy it can be hot
No matter what type it is, it is still wind.


         
          Floating down
Patches of black appear on the spotlight of the stage
Quivering like helicopters
The wind blows by and it twirls around and around
It’s veiny and silky tattered in rips
It’s dark and light
Guess what I am?!

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

POETRY SLAM

On Monday we had a poetry slam. We were celebrating the fact that we've now had more than 2000 visitors to our blog, and combining this with a chance to share all the fantastic poems we've been writing lately.

Slam Poetry is a way to perform your poems for others. We also drew our inspiration from the Beat Poets, a generation of writers from the 1950s who used poetry to tell the world about their ideas. As well as some fabulous costumes,


we even had Beat-inspired food!



In the afternoon everyone had a chance to perform a poem - we'll post these performances to the blog soon...

Friday, 28 March 2014

Shell | by Sofia

It's small like a ring.
It's got a touch of pink glitter, and
all around it is white.
It's like a white feather
all around the pink.
It feels flat and then
it goes up
and flat again.

The windiest day | by Peta

My face turns white
there's no snow or ice
but an Autumn breeze is freezing cold;
I think there's a frog in my throat.

What am I...? by Cody

1.

I am oval-shaped.
I have seeds.
I have a green outside
and a green and red inside.
What am I...?!

2.

I am a circle shape.
I have seeds.
I have a red floppy outside
and dark red juice inside.
What am I...?!





1.

red kiwifruit!


2.



dragonfruit!