Friday, September 30, 2011

Old Poems & New Furniture


As I wrote in my Poetry Friday post last week, I’ve been busy spending lots of time with my little granddaughter Julia Anna and cleaning out the basement—where I’ve been discovering lots of old poems that I had forgotten about.



This week my husband and I decided to redo our dining room. We had given away our dining room set to my daughter and husband quite some time ago—so we haven’t used the room at all for a long time. We’ve been hosting Thanksgiving and other dinner parties in my library/office—which is in my basement.

Here’s a picture of Janet Wong and my daughter Sara in my library/office (2007).
Click here to see some more pictures of the room.

It was definitely time to fix up our once lovely, light-filled dining room again. I went furniture shopping on Monday and bought a new dining room set at Boston Interiors. Now we have to finish painting the dining room pronto because the furniture is going to be delivered next Tuesday!


I am so excited that we’ll finally be hosting Thanksgiving in our dining room this November!

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This morning I dug through some more "basement bins" and found the following old, moldering poems:

RISE AND SHINE

Wake up, sleepy bear,
It’s spring.
Stop your snoring—
Rise and sing.
Yawn your winter dreams
Away.
Take your bear cubs out to play.
Peek out from
Your darkened den.
All the world is green again!

CLOUD-MAKER

I’m a cloud-maker.
Watch me blow
A pale white billow,
Make it grow—
A fragile ghost-cloud,
Whisper-thin,
That vanishes as
I breathe in.


AUTUMN WALK


Crisp leaves crackle underfoot.
Air smells of cinnamon and earth.
The sky is ink—and wild geese
Arrow past a harvest moon
That shines bright as a brand new penny.


SPACE STORIES


White bowls
Cupped toward the heavens,
Eavesdropping on space,
Listening
To tales told
Of a time before time—


Of a Big Bang
Spewing star stuff
Into the universe,


Of whirling clouds
Of burning gases,


Of inanimate life
Breathing light
Into a dark void.

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Sara Lewis Holmes has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Read Write Believe.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Here & There: September 28, 2011

The Horn Book has a brand new website. Click here to check it out.

From the September/October 2011 Issue of The Horn Book

Editorial: What Books Can Do by Roger Sutton

It’s My Party: An Interview with Maurice Sendak about His New Book by Leonard Marcus

Back to School by Martha B. Parravano

Project Child’s Play by Elizabeth Thomas

Mildred Batchelder: The Power of Thinking Big by Barbara Bader

What makes a Good Book about Sharing by Susan Dove Lempke

Starred Books—September/October 2011


Also at the Horn Book Website:

Five Questions for Leo Landry

Notes from the Horn Book—September 2011

Horn Book Blogs


School Library Journal

SLJ's 2011 Leadership Summit a Huge Hit by Debra Lau Whelan

More than 200,000 Book Lovers Attend DC National Book Festival by Rocco Staino


Publishers Weekly

Children’s Books at the Brooklyn Book Festival compiled by John A. Sellers


Information about the 90-Second Newbery Film Festival

Introducing the 90-Second Newbery Film Festival (A Fuse #8 Production)

The 90-Second Newbery Film Festival (James Kennedy)


Book Trailers

You Will Be My Friend by Peter Brown


Swirl by Swirl—written by Joyce Sidman & illustrated by Beth Krommes

Friday, September 23, 2011

Cleaning House and Discovering Old Poems


I’ve kept myself busy lately. I’ve been spending as much time as possible with my adorable little granddaughter Julia Anna. I hate to be away from her for more than a couple of days. She seems to change by the hour. (She's grown two inches and gained three pounds since she came home from the hospital. She's also started to lose her hair.)


I’ve also been busy cleaning house. Actually, I’ve been cleaning my basement. When I took a year’s leave of absence from my teaching job in 1999 so I could return to school and take library media courses, I brought home bins of educational materials. When I retired from my school library position in 2004, it took me the entire summer to bring all my books and library resources home. I threw little away at first because I was still teaching a children’s literature course at Boston University. Now that I’m completely retired, I felt it was time to get rid of things I don’t need that have been cluttering up our basement. I’ve thrown away hundreds of old educational and library review journals, classroom activities and curriculum units that I had developed over the years, and various and sundry other things.

One great thing that has happened while I've been cleaning house is discovering old poems, parts of poems, and rough drafts of poems that I had forgotten about. I had stuffed them into bins that I stored on shelves in my basement a long time ago. I didn’t even recall writing most of these poems and poetic tidbits…on my typewriter.
I thought I’d post some of these "newly discovered" poetic items for Poetry Friday:


UNTITLED

Oh, to be a bird and sing
And wake the apple blossom spring.

Oh, to be a bird and rest
My feathers in a treetop nest.

Oh, to be a bird and fly
And brush my wingtips blue with sky.

Oh, to be a bird and see
The whole world spinning under me.


LIMERICK

There once was a snail who could climb
Up Jack’s beanstalk—if given the time.
     Upon reaching the tip—
     Well, he started to slip
Down the stalk on a river of slime.


MOON MAGIC

Here I am—
The man in the Moon—
Shining my bright
Sky face.
Here I am—
The night wizard,
Alchemist of light—
Changing the sun’s fiery gold
To cool silver.


POND LILIES

Lily pads pressed
on the water,
their shiny leaves
overlapping,
stitched together with
needles of sunlight,
stretch across the pond:
a small green sky
alight with
petalled stars.


ICICLES


From the eaves
icicles hang—
a crystal fringe
sequined with sunlight.
The sun’s yellow fingers
loosen their snowy stitches,
rub their glassy skin
until
bit by melting bit
they lose themselves
in the snow,
leaving their tracks
in a tidy row.

I haven't decided whether I should do more work on these poems--or just put them back in platic bins.

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Anastasia Suen has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Picture Book of the Day.

Over at Blue Rose Girls, I have a post titled Banned Books Week: Jonah Goldberg Claims It's Just ALA Propaganda.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Pig Wants to Party: Terry Gross Interviews Maurice Sendak on Fresh Air

Yesterday—while I was driving in my car—I listened to a truly interesting and revelatory interview that Terry Gross had with award-winning children’s author Maurice Sendak. They talked about Sendak’s new book Bumble-ardy, his work, and his life.

From the NPR website:

Bumble-ardy, the latest from author and illustrator Maurice Sendak, is dark and deeply imaginative, much like his classic works Where the Wild Things Are and In The Night Kitchen.


Bumble-ardy is an orphaned pig, who has reached the age of 9 without ever having a birthday party. He tells his Aunt Adeline that he would like to have a party for his ninth birthday, so Aunt Adeline plans a quiet birthday dinner for two. But Bumble-ardy instead decides to throw a large costume party for himself after his aunt leaves for work — and mayhem ensues.


When his aunt returns she says, "Okay smarty, you've had your party but never again." Bumble-ardy replies, "I promise, I swear, I won't ever turn 10."


Sendak tells Fresh Air's Terry Gross that those two lines — his favorite in the book — sum up his life and his work.


"Those two lines are essential. 'I'll never be 10' touches me deeply but I won't pretend that I know exactly what it means," says Sendak. "When I thought of it, I was so happy I thought of it. It came to me, which is what the creative act is all about. Things come to you without you necessarily knowing what they mean. ... It comes at a time when I am getting ripe, getting old — and I want to do work that resonates."


Sendak says that he worked on Bumble-ardy while taking care of his longtime partner, Eugene Glynn, who died of lung cancer in 2007.


"When I did Bumble-ardy, I was so intensely aware of death," he says. "Eugene, my friend and partner, was dying here in the house when I did Bumble-ardy. I did Bumble-ardy to save myself. I did not want to die with him. I wanted to live as any human being does. But there's no question that the book was affected by what was going on here in the house. ... Bumble-ardy was a combination of the deepest pain and the wondrous feeling of coming into my own. And it took a long time. It took a very long time."

Click here to listen to the interview.
Click here to look inside the book.

Anita Silvey on Maurice Sendak
Maurice Sendak the Artist: An Interview

Friday, September 16, 2011

Poetry to Take You through the Year, Part 2


The following three poetry collections take us through the year month by month:

A Child’s Calendar
Written by John Updike
Illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman
Holiday House, 1999

The first edition of A Child’s Calendar—illustrated by Nancy Ekholm Burkert—was published in 1965. This newer edition—illustrated by Hyman—received a Caldecott Honor Award. I’d say deservedly so. Hyman’s evocative paintings portray events, activities, and scenes that are representative of each month. Children are shown making valentines in February….flying kites in March…enjoying a family picnic in July…trick-or-treating and jumping in piles of leaves in October. Hyman’s illustrations extend Updike’s text. They take readers through the year hand-in-hand with his poems.
November

The twelve poems, written in stanzas of rhyming quatrains, are crisp, concise, and filled with imagery, personification, and figurative language:

In January, the sun is “a spark/Hung thin between/The dark and dark.

In March, “Shy budlets peep/From twigs on trees…

In April, “The sky’s a herd/Of prancing sheep…”

In June, “The live-long light/is like a dream,/And freckles come/Like flies to cream”

In September, "The breezes taste of apple peel."

In October, “Frost bites the lawn./The stars are slits/In a black cat’s eyes/Before she spits.”

In November, “The stripped and shapely/Maple grieves/The loss of her/Departed leaves.”
December

Updike made small changes to some of the poems for the 1999 edition. For example in January, milk bottles no longer “burst/Outside the door.” Instead—“parkas pile up/Near the door.” And in June, children play hide-and-seek after supper in lieu of kick-the can.

A Child's Calendar is a topnotch poetry collection written and illustrated by two talented and highly respected individuals who were stars in their respective professions.

Note: I used to tell my students to listen for clues as I read poems from this book to see if they could name which month Updike was describing. My pupils enjoyed the challenge.

Another Note: Ariel S. Winter has an excellent post about A Child’s Calendar, the two different editions of the book, and changes made to the newer edition at his blog We Too Were Children, Mr. Barrie. Click here to read it.
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Once Around the Sun
Written by Bobbi Katz
Illustrated LeUyen Pham
Harcourt, 2006

Each of the twelve poems in this collection begins the same way: January is when…February is when…December is when…. One might think this approach would lead to poetic monotony. Not so…not in the talented hands of Bobbi Katz. The author breathes personality and life into the different months with her imagery and creative use of language:

“January is/when your sled hurries/to the park after school/and flurries you/down/the/hill…”

“May is/when the sky unties/a secret song bag/early every morning,/and the birds fly out…”

“September is/when yellow pencils/wearing brand-new eraser hats/bravely wait on perfect points…”

"October is/when night guzzles up/the orange sherbet sunset/and sends the day/to bed/before supper..."

“December is/when greedy night/grows fat,/gnawing/away the day/until all that’s left/of afternoon/is a small bare bone…”

Katz provides an excellent example of what an imaginative and adept writer can do with a simple concept. She selected a unifying model for all of her poems about the months--but showed how creative a poet can be even when limiting herself to one type of poem.

Pham’s bold illustrations burst with color and exuberance. Close-ups and changing perspectives add energy and life. They are a wonderful complement to Katz's inventive text.

Click here to read Katz’s poem about the month of June.

Click here to look inside the book.
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A Year Goes Round: Poems for the Months
Written & illustrated by Karen B. Winnick
Wordsong/Boyds Mills Press, 2011

Winnick didn’t limit herself to writing just one poem about each of the twelve months. Except for January, there are two poems for each month—and three for December. The seasonal poems include a wide variety of subjects--making snow angels, a winter beach, reading indoors, baseball tryouts, April rain, frolicking in waves at the shore, playing dodge ball, fall leaves, Halloween disguises, feeding a goose in autumn, the first snow.

Some poems are energetic. Many are reflective and thoughtful—like Welcome Back and Summer’s End:

WELCOME BACK

Frog,
I missed you when
the pond froze thick with ice.

You disappeared but then--
you must have checked the clock.

Now you're here with spring,
back sunning on your rock.


SUMMER'S END

Good-bye to bare feet,
to August’s late heat,


to swims in the sea,
sleepovers for three,


to campfire nights,
long days of light.


In the wink of an eye,
all of summer—gone by.

The authors of these three poetry collections used different approaches in writing about the months. Sharing poems from the books with children can help show them how different poets view the months and write about them in their own unique voices.

Click here to read my post from last Friday: Poetry to Take You through the Year, Part 1.

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The Poetry Friday Roundup is over at Poem Farm this week.