Fresh Off the Boat: Hip-Hop’s Impact on the Asian-American Identity greg austin jr.
This presentation was given in class on Tuesday May 15th to introduce this project.
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Fresh Off the Boat: Hip-Hop’s Impact on the Asian-American Identity greg austin jr.
This presentation was given in class on Tuesday May 15th to introduce this project.
Jabberwocky Genocide
Why hate the Jabberwock, my friend? Why spin this tale of teeth and claws? When will all this hatred end? When will the vorpal be outlawed? The Jabberwock is not your foe. The Jabberwock’s misunderstood. Tell me one Jabberwock you know that’s still alive, you think you could? This Jabberwocky genocide has got to end, I’m telling you! I can’t step one foot outside without it being run straight through! How these kids all get their hands on vorpal swords, I do not know, but they’ve terrorized my lands and I have nowhere else to go. And so I beg you, old and new, to take a look at what you’ve done, and please, to help me spread the truth, for being murdered is no fun.
Assignment: Steal the first line of a poem to create your own original work.
The moon is rising everywhere
and i am settling in
right here with you.
I have seen so many moons.
I have sung under its gaze,
I have danced in and out of its light.
It has guided my way
through familiar forest paths
and foreign, cobblestone streets.
I have blocked it out when it shone too bright
through my childhood bedroom skylight,
I have welcomed it like an old friend
when I have been far from home.
I have prayed to it when I have lost my way,
I have begged it to watch over you when I cannot.
The moon is rising everywhere
and I used to wish i could chase it around the world,
but now I'm happy to settle in with you.
Try This 2.9: Write a poem or paragraph about a relationship between surface and depth.
The bathroom mirror
is splattered with toothpaste -
because my brother spits too hard
when he brushes his teeth -
and with spray gel -
because that's where I do my hair
of course.
Have you ever focused your eyes
back and forth
between the stuff
on the mirror
and the stuff
in the mirror?
Scratches on the surface
that happened before i was born,
dust way up high
that no one feels like cleaning.
If you look closely
white things - your shirt, your teeth -
reflect twice.
Once on the surface of the glass
and once on the shiny coating behind it,
which is the mirror itself.
Not many people know that that's how
mirrors work. They just look in them
not at them.
No one ever wonders
what a mirror looks like.
Just what it looks at.
Try This 3.9: Everyone hates something about his or her body. Write a poem or a few paragraphs in the first person about what you hate about yours. What tone will you choose? Are you laughing at yourself, genuinely grieving, wry, angry, over it?
Why the hell
are feet
feet?
Some people hate
all feet
but I only hate
my feet.
Mine are
long feet,
bone-thin feet,
monkey-toe feet,
feet with thick, rough soles
that I've never bothered to exfoliate feet.
They are
hot-tar, cold-grass,
running-in-the-sand,
dancing-on-bare-wood
feet.
They are
boat-shoe, leather-boot,
no-sock, wool-sock, socks-with-snow-flakes-on-them
feet.
They're not pretty feet.
But they're my ugly feet.
So I'll keep dancing
in my bare feet.
The Shire
The land of dirt roads off dirt roads,
of mountains closing in around
the humble quirky dirt road dwellers,
buck-shot sellers, who live and die just
off a dirt road off a dirt road.
The land of friendly neighbors
with less-than-friendly alpacas who
sometimes like to escape their wood
post, chicken wire enclosures to
wander down a dirt road.
The land of wrinkle faced ladies
slipping wrinkled dollar bills into teenaged pockets
with wrinkled hands because they
recently realized that a quarter is too
little to pay someone for shoveling their dirt road.
The land of mountain bike,
dirt bike, ATV children who grow
up to be adults driving
Subarus or trucks full of cinder blocks
so they don't lose traction when ice covers the dirt road.