Jenny Seham PhD Nawal Muradwij Poetry in motion A poetry dance Play for Middle School Special Education Classroom Diverse Learners Middle School Students Outline of Webinar Diverse learners and multiple art forms ID: 698987
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Poetry in MotionA Poetry Dance Play for the Middle School Special Education Classroom
Jenny Seham, PhDNawal Muradwij
Poetry in motion: A poetry dance Play for Middle School Special Education ClassroomSlide2
Diverse LearnersSlide3
Middle School StudentsSlide4
Outline of WebinarDiverse learners and multiple art formsHow do I teach an art form that’s not my discipline? Poetry and DanceHow do they complement each other?Poetry Dance Play: Strategies, Instructions, IdeasPoems to usePoems to writeDance for the special education classroomNext StepsHow will I expand my practice? Slide5
Quote “You start with the material.” - Robert RauschenburgSlide6
Write on a wallSlide7
Sing and Act a wallSlide8
Paint a wallSlide9
Dance a wallSlide10
Your studentsSlide11
Merce Cunningham Dance Company performing Minutiae (1954) against the backdrop of Rauschenberg’s work of the same name.Slide12
How do I teach an art form that is not my discipline?Slide13
Mira a los caballosSlide14
HorsesSlide15
PartnersSlide16
“I want people to be able to hear the sound of pages flipping”QuoteSlide17Slide18
PartnersSlide19
More partnersSlide20
Student DrawingSlide21
Poetry and Dance, an embraceSlide22
Poetry Dance Play Find inspiring poemsSlide23
Taking Action James Berry I dream I amHigh-flying duck’s eyesOver an ocean, washedIn fire-splash sunset. I dream I am two swimming shark’s eyesin search of swallowedwhole-fish dinner. I dream we cross an open fieldAnd face a lion in our track.Making one group body, oddly, weCome together, thrusting arms like horns
And flapping our clothes like fighting wings, while we scream in waves like earsplitting sirens.The lion turns and runs in terror I dream I am
Color pieces of feelings
In music notes, jumping up
On the keys of a piano
Playing it together.
I dream of a lot that puzzles me.Slide24
I dream I amHigh-flying duck’s eyesOver an ocean, washedIn fire-splash sunset.Duck’s eyes poemSlide25
I dream we cross an open fieldAnd face a lion in our trackDuck’s eyes poemSlide26
Making one group body, oddly, we come togetherDuck’s Eyes PoemSlide27
And Still I Rise Maya AngelouYou may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops.Weakened by my soulful cries.Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard'Cause I laugh like I've got gold minesDiggin
' in my own back yard.
You
may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
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You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyesSlide29
I’ll rise, I’ll rise,I’ll rise, rise, riseSlide30
Poetry Dance PlayWrite PoetrySlide31
Ryan’s DreamRyan with Alex and EmilyPeople you trust appear in your dreamsThings are not what they seemYou don’t know where to turn.And all your thoughts are going to burnWhether or not you choose to turn,Darkness surrounds.
A dream? Was it a dream?Or just a distant memory.Slide32
Was it a dream?Or just a distant memory.Slide33
SamanthaSince the dawn of time people have dancedThey have jumped, done ballet, run and prancedWhen I dance I am filled with joyAnyone can dance, girl or boyIt feels nice to performI take the stage by stormPeople are excited when they watch meWhen I dance, I feel free!Slide34
Samantha’s Poem Dance“When I dance, I feel free!”Slide35
Ashley’s PoemSometimes I can be a mimeBut I don’t have the timeTo rhymeBut I look like Optimus PrimeSlide36
Ashley’s PoemSnapped, whapped, babappedBop your head to the musicStop bop hip hop dropSlide37
Dream Boogie - Langston Hughes Good morning, daddy!Ain't you heardThe boogie-woogie rumbleOf a dream deferred?Listen closely:You'll hear their feetBeating out and Beating out a --You thinkIt's a happy beat?Listen to it closely:Ain't you heardsomething underneathlike a --What did I say?Sure,I'm happy!Take it away!
Hey, pop!Re-bop!Mop!Y-e-a-h!Slide38
Good morning, daddy!Ain't you heardThe boogie-woogie rumbleOf a dream deferred?Slide39
You think it’s a happy beat?Slide40
Love the Look of Words - Maya AngelouPopcorn leaps, popping from the floor of ahot black skillet and into my mouth.Black words leap, snapping from the white page.Rushing into my eyes.Sliding into my brain which
gobbles them the way my tongueand teeth chompthe buttered popcorn.When I have stopped reading,ideas from the words staystuck in my mind,like the sweet smell of butterperfumingmy fingers
long after the popcorn is finished.
I love the book and the look of words
the weight of ideas
that popped into my mind.
I love the tracks of
new thinking in my mindSlide41
Popcorn leaps, popping from the floor of ahot black skillet and into my mouth.Black words leap, snapping from the white page.Popcorn PoemSlide42
Samples of Dance ScriptsSlide43
Takeaways:How to maximize the potential of diverse learners by integrating multiple art forms in the classroom.Specific strategies, exercises, and curricula utilizing poetry and dance in special education classrooms.How to step outside your arts or educational expertise and consider ways to include less familiar art forms in your teachingSlide44Slide45
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