MC See Freestyle at Sleeping Lady in Fairfax CA with Shaun Hopper 2012 November 10th, 2012
Oahu Loves this is for u December 9th, 2013
still I sit and I look not down, I look not up, I look at you there your eyes are alive with the light in me, the heart has its day here now with your hand in your hand you reach up the cursive design of your body is clear etched against the blue sky- your a horizon maker, a line quakes in its reflection of you its cracking into a curve a sweet roundness that is earth smile that is now smile, I see you in all your greatness in all your humbleness, I see you drifting up effortless so grounded in the simplicity of your song, your breath, your lineage between the past and the future, it is all stretching out from your utterance, and we are in this, this flight, this fight, this darkness that sees its consuming nature pawing at everything its so big and we drift like lovers but we are not alone the lovers are close by they smoke weed, play music, game on the food and drinks of the Aina, only the children get it only the babies, only the every and we are the children the babies the us in each other we are a community of gods and fairies and butterflies and raptors, natural baby just watch us evolve to revolve around the sun. caress me goddess you are the dancer and stage maker, know me silent one your muse is a fingertip, tulip lip your time has passed your seed is sown, your trigger snapped and drapes of cloth golden silk indian robes perspire your elegance, for nothing is ever over nor has it even begun. the seeds are just condensing they cry at our parting, the tears are their sustenance, until they reach the light and the light is everywhere it is what is the great beyond. but little do I know, I am no god mandate subscriber, I am a player into the you that unfolds now now now.
Garden Activities : The Seed Lesson October 27th, 2013
Kids love seeds. They are fun to find. They hold mystery and power.
Materials: Cherry tomatoes (or other fruits with seeds), Paper towels, Cup 1/2 full of water
1: Gather the young ones ask “If you were a plant and you wanted to make more plants what would you do?” Encourage all kinds of answers, and finally arrive to the one we are thinking on this day, SEEDS!
2. Acting Seeds. Have all the students pretend to be a seed. Then encourage all of them to grow roots (legs), they stems and leaves (torso and arms) tell them to keep there hands in a tight ball and focus on making a seed, ask “what will you seed look like? color? shape?” finally have them open there hands and show there friends what kind of seed they created.
3. Next tell that that today we are not going to draw or write about seeds we are going to learn through finding them and holding them in our hands. Lead the children to a plant that has a withered flower. Take the flower in your hands and extract the seeds. Show the seeds and explain that the best way to find seeds is by looking for the dry flower.
4. Send the children off to search for seeds in the different regions of the garden or space you have. Encourage them to thank the plant for its seeds. Have the children return to the meet up area. Give the magnifying glasses to look at the variety of seeds they have found. Place all the seeds in a box and put aside.
5. Have the children sit in front of a paper towel or plate. Place one half cherry tomato in front of each child (or pair) and ask them to remove the seeds from inside the tomato. All the seeds should then be placed in a cup which is half full of water. After the seeds have been placed in the water tell the children to eat whatever fruit/pulp that is left.
Ask the children to thank the tomato plant and say ‘good bye my friends’ to all the plants as they exit on there merry ways.
6. Save the seeds in the cup with the water and place a cover on it that has holes for circulation. Let it sit at room temp for 5 days. It will ferment. Pour the seeds and water through a screen. Remove the seeds from the screen and let them dry. Save the dry seeds for planting.
September Massage Celebration $60 for 1 & 1/2 Hours September 2nd, 2013
moles rising May 9th, 2013
here is the living and there is the plan, here is the moment and hence did I ran, did I run, did i go and you know that the end was just near, the time when abiding a timing was clear, that we were here for the taking and hence we were took by the crooks who would seek to find permanent nooks, for our craniums in cranies our bellies in bug stew, and here is the place where in the silence i met you, we danced and survived the apocalypse now, and knew we would and worried still and soon we allowed our voyage away to the tune of the day of the rising of spring from our offering to a ship to a sail to sing to avail the peace and the jowl of the song birds trowel, dig the porcelain cap hadder mack of the destiny you are the one who has had the best of me. with our warents unguarded our truth unfurled we let loose the intricate matrix of curls and culture shifted in spirals and turns in twists of the sounds of the name of the nerd and the dorks and the jocks, and the ones who would seem in the flocks danced round the graves and spit out there names ancestral cousins here are they made, to modes to maves and moles rising undergound is hiding still days they be dawing spring up like the flock is the tending unhid, spring up as the rulses of the town thus forbid, the great oz has lifted the vails are all shifted the focus is gifted to mommies of size. great mommies silver mommies and golden jelly girls we ride to the end of the start of the rolls. on one on one on …
Duality – A Slam Poetry Lesson – February 19th, 2013
Teaching young teens about Poetry is one of the best jobs ever. In this lesson the theme is Duality. Why Duality? First, many young poets get caught up in one feeling or idea, either it the best or the worst day ever. Second, young poets also are eager to answer the great questions, What is life all about? What’s the point? What’s the purpose? etc. This lesson seeks to address these two super important issues.
Duality – SLAM POET LESSON
Start off asking the class what Duality or Dualism means. Then go off of there words to get to the point that Duality means two opposites. At this point draw the typical yin – yang symbol on the board.
Ask the students what they think the symbol means. The idea is that no matter how much yin there is in the world there is always a little bit of yang and vise versa. So no matter how dark things get there is always light. No matter how sad or unloved one may feel, once they get to the end of a good cry they usually feel at least that essential self love (at least i do).
This is when we do the all important example. Play, or read a poem that has a good sense of navigating extreme opposites. I like to use Andrea Gibson’s DIVE. She is my favorite living poet and this piece grabs anyone with a spine.
From here we are going to make a list that we can also use as a word bank. On one side of the board create a list of Dualities that are Nature based, on the other side of the board create a list that is Emotion based.
Finally give the students some decent writing prompts and let them write a poem using one or more sets of Dualities. Ask them to go from one extreme to the other in their poem, or to find the elements of one side in the other within the poem.
Next have them read their poems in small groups to each other. Then ask who would like to share in front of the group.
Free Music from OnG KiNG 2008-10 August 24th, 2012
Teaching Slam Poetry – Curriculum Ideas January 30th, 2012
I entered the world of teaching Slam Poetry and Rap a few years back. This past year, and now in 2012 its weekly thing. Searching the heads of friends and the internet has been helpful in coming up with curriculum so I thought to add a bit.
Slam Lesson:Repetition (using a Hook) & Street Talk (common speech poems)
Overview: A repeating phrase is often used in music and poetry to provide a base for a piece. Students learn to identify a hook, discuss how it is used and then try it in their own original poetry. The language of a poetry is often very flowery and over the heads of the readers. How using common words can make a poem more accessible.
Gil Scott Heron & Street Talk: Begin the lesson introducing Gil Scott Heron. He is a founder of spoken word and rap as we know it. His stuff is still contemporary and the themes are very relevant. Acknowledging Gil is a nod to the history and culture of spoken word poetry. All of Gil Scott Heron’s poems are written in the language of the street. This means that no big vocab words were used. This was a very conscious choice by the poet to make the poems reach a larger audience.
Play the Gil Scott Heron Track ‘Whitey on the Moon’, while the track is playing its helpful to put the lyrics up on the board.
Discuss the poem: What is the poet talking about? What is repeated? Why is this hook repeated? On one hand is ‘Whitey on the Moon’ on the other is hand is…? Can you give a contemporary example of two contrasting interests in today’s news?
Now play another Poem: ‘Rock out’ by Anis Mojgani. This is a modern poem, by a New York based poet. It is helpful to put the lyrics up especially for this one, as there are plenty of words spoken quick.
Discuss the poem: What is repeated? Why?
Compare the uses of repetition in each poem. Compare the language – Are there any words that we did not understand? Why do the poets use street language or simple language?
Create a word bank of words the students would call their own street talk.
Ask the students to write a poem of their own using words from in the word bank and including the repetition of one phrase or word – this should emphasize the theme of their poem. (during this session I suggest playing a simple rap beat in the background with no words)
Once the students are done (about 5 – 10 minutes) ask them to share their poems with a buddy and give feedback.
Ask the students to share their poetry aloud in front of the class.
Applaud the students like crazy when they come up to the class and after they are done reading.
Have fun, See – firstname.lastname@example.org
New Poem – Brake Language (yeah right) January 18th, 2012
Brake language with me
garble, gargle garbage, garumph
Hollah! Hi, hello from a far moon
steering, stayed long sentences off parchment
patch worked and parted, for four part pierced peel parsnips, raw with real.
We divulge ourselves under selves of certain inane intuition that baffles bouncing –
Balls become ball, become red drifting wanderers over our vision sack,
as relations run raw with word wasting. We will them wrangled with words –
we wake them to so dismiss the few whose sounds have hindered and delivered so much so much, she beautiful, she sweet, she beautiful, she sweet, she beautiful, she sweet,
she sheds her skin for polish –
I polish these words behind the words screen flashing colorless bright –
Narrating my life in my life story shaking, shackling sheets suck dry sheet
sieving my seething conceiving my sex – did I give you my sex? –
my body is your counterpart, so I count the parts and add the right angles to right actions- the story blings ready.
I am a jaguar, you are elming – you are hedging your bet, black jack,
slim, cool slim, shady Slim, slim pitching,
take a jaguar home, panthering bright, biting bright, leopard pattern blue bright cast your eyes, avert your sight avert your gaze from light, say word now, say jaguar now, say cat, say shut, say shut open – say my shit shut open –
as I beautiful sweep your, beautiful sweep sweet sweep off feet and I
sheathe entomb and old sickness poets wrangled.
But I’m not a poet, I’m a program – a code sentence – a fast decipher,
a gimmick a challenging gimick, a nod, an eye stare in the check out line
waiting for your eyes to answer me answering,
for you to fake it better to forget it faster to master the answers and answer the master with still word, forgotten word, no word.
it is a dream-sickle lullaby on breasts, naked chest, naked limbs
drawing honey from moonlight. but soon it is our moonlight past,
moonlight it is moonlight story, a story a time that day night, day long hard forgotten, now worded in rhyme of insult to the forest
that made the trees the air the breath the people cleaning words, like trees are paper,
like pulverized crushed pressed, crushed pressed dyed bleached, pressed pulverized trees are something like trees they are nothing like trees! like I am nothing like human man – and in darkness over darkness, shrouded shredded shrill shackled voiceless pages you write it is ok, you will say nature you will say mother, you will say to your own saying nature mother, mother nature, nurture, nurture mother, mother nurture,
and you will forget,
and the story will continue of you when you heard mother word mother, word nature, nature word, until there is pain, there is only pain and you will say stop the pain, the pain is wrong and you will say stop.
poetry journal 12 – 11 – 11 December 17th, 2011
I am locked and found.
shrouded, kept, my teeth gnaw air.
my neck is stone.
slurping familiar tea in new habitats, the people are themselves
the children are alive without remorse for their freedom of expression and I champion there divinity, this is better than good
i read about forests demolished for wine, and people demolished for money
i want to help, i want to stop this greed from overtaking the forest
with the children we write letters
i want to stop the people from being devoured
with the children we learn earth things
I’m pushed forward by the sun, the children are passionate and funny
my heart aches and softly i hold it gently like a seedling. letting it cry. letting it ooze. beautiful.