Today is actually beautiful here! It's about freaking time. I have to go get salt, and quarters and cigarettes. And take out the trash, so I will be shortly going into the sunshine. Yeah!
Request: I am going to do a mini-unit, and my student have requested "Suicidal and Depressing, Dark Poetry" mostly so they can be all melodramatic and make fun of it. They are odd. I love it. So, I have some ideas (Baudelaire, anyone?) but I would love to get some suggestions. I'm sure y'all will mention some great poems or authors that I would completely space on. (And strangely enough, searching for "Suidical Poetry for Teenagers lesson plans" gives me NO joy. I can't imagine why.)
JILLI -- I'm probably going to have a culminating activity -- Goth Poetry Day. I know, I know, but I have NO gothy kids at school, and if catering (mostly) to the stereotype gets 'em to read poetry, I'll happily do it. Can you suggest some good sites on What is Goth? Pix are great, and some toungue-in-cheek would be great! They love to be able to dress up and EMOTE.
DAMN, I love my job.
evil, sj. stay home.
I have bunches of stuff to do if I want to take Wednesday off from all chores( my birthday). so far I have done zip.
It is also chilly here - not cold, just so windy that it sucks the heat out of everything
eta: the point being that if I did some chores I'd be warmer
Yuck, sj. That is scary. Definitely stay home.
We're supposed to get 8-10 inches tonight. I think the boys' spring vacation is going to go an extra day, damn it.
Erin, there's always Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. That's about all I've got when it comes to suicidal poetry.
Erin, I presume you've already got Sylvia Plath, Ann Sexton and Stevie Smith bookmarked?
Ted Hughes' Crow has some very dark poems which certainly reflect back on suicide - though they are not themselves suicidal.
I had PLath and Sexton, but not Smith. See, already working! I'm also going to use some song lyrics.
Also, don't have to be suicidal, per se; just daaaarrrrkkkk.
Also, don't have to be suicidal, per se; just daaaarrrrkkkk.
Then
Crow
by Ted Hughes. None more dark.
It's the bleakest thing in bleakonia.
b Crow Blacker Than Ever
When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards heaven,
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Things looked like falling apart.
But Crow Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing heaven and earth together-
So man cried, but with God's voice.
And God bled, but with man's blood.
Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint
Which became gangrenous and stank-
A horror beyond redemption.
The agony did not diminish.
Man could not be man nor God God.
The agony
Grew.
Crow
Grinned
Crying: "This is my Creation,"
Flying the black flag of himself.
Gahhh. It is so not midApril here. Too cold. However, it was nice to wake up and hear all the rain and snuggle up in bed. Except that meant I slept in waaaaay too late...didn't go eat brunch until 2pm!
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
