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Found Poem

Found Poem. “ Rikki-tikki-tavi ”. My favorite part of Rikki-tikki-tavi was. Find the passage from the text that was your favorite. Focus on finding a passage or two that includes a lot of strong description or dialogue . What is a Found Poem?.

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Found Poem

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  1. Found Poem “Rikki-tikki-tavi”

  2. My favorite part of Rikki-tikki-tavi was • Find the passage from the text that was your favorite. Focus on finding a passage or two that includes a lot of strong description or dialogue.

  3. What is a Found Poem? • Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry by making changes in spacing and/or lines (and consequently meaning), or by altering the text by adding or deleting.

  4. Passage from Holes • Passage from pg. 127 of Holes by Louis Sachar There was a change in the weather for the worse. The air became unbearably humid. Stanley was drenched in sweat. Beads of moisture ran down the handle of his shovel. It was almost as if the temperature had gotten so hot that the air itself was sweating. A loud book of thunder echoed across the empty lake. A storm was way off to the west, beyond the mountains. Stanley could count more than thirty seconds between the flash of lightning and the clap of thunder. That was how far away the storm was. Sound travels a great distance across a barren wasteland.

  5. The Storm There was a change For the worse. The air became humid Beads of moisture ran down The handle of his shovel It was almost as if The air itself was sweating Thunder echoed across the empty lake A storm beyond the mountains. Thirty seconds between the flash And the thunder Sound travels a great distance Across a barren wasteland

  6. “Coming Home, Again” Prose Selections from Chang-rae Lee’s “Coming Home, Again” From that day, my mother prepared a certain meal to welcome me home. It was always the same. Even as I rode the school’s shuttle bus from Exeter to Logan airport, I could already see the exact arrangement of my mother’s table. I knew that we would eat in the kitchen, the table brimming with plates. There was the kalbi, of course, broiled or grilled depending on the season. Leaf lettuce, to wrap the meat with. Bowls of garlicky clam broth with miso and tofu and fresh spinach. Shavings of cod dusted in flour and then dipped in egg wash and fried. Glass noodles with onions and shiitake. Scallion-and-hot-pepper pancakes. Chilled steamed shrimp. Seasoned salads of bean sprouts, spinach, and white radish. Crispy squares of seaweed. Steamed rice with barley and red beans. Homemade kimchi. It was all there—the old flavors I knew, the beautiful salt, the sweet, the excellent taste. (p. 5)

  7. “Coming Home, Again” con’t. I wish I had paid more attention. After her death, when my father and I were the only ones left in the house, drifting through the rooms like ghosts, I sometimes tried to make that meal for him. Though it was too much for two, I made each dish anyway, taking as much care as I could. But nothing turned out quite right—not the color, not the smell. At the table, neither of us said much of anything. And we had to eat the food for days. (p. 6)

  8. I Wish… My mother prepared A certain meal To welcome me home. We would eat in the kitchen Table brimming Kalbi, leaf lettuce to wrap the meat Garlicky clam broth with miso and tofu and fresh spinach Shavings of cod Scallion and pepper pancakes Chilled steamed shrimp Steamed rice. The old flavors I knew Beautiful, salt, sweet, excellent. I wish I had paid more attention.

  9. Scoring Rubric

  10. “Night Burial” by Ken Seibert pgs. 15-16 Terry lay in the black confinement, sweating from every pore. The heat! Mistake number one. There was enough air to breathe but not enough to evaporate the sweat. He kept brushing the sleeve of his sweater across his forehead and eyes. He tried fanning himself. As long as he kept it up, things were a little better. When he stopped, he was right back where he started. He pressed the button on his watch, and the little red numerals sprang at him in the blackness. 1:10. Only an hour? Incredible. He began to record. “One-ten, and all is not exactly well.”

  11. 50-100 Words Black confinement sweating Heat mistake One Air Breathe sweat Brushing sweater Forehead eyes fanning better Stopped back started Button watch red numerals Sprang blackness 1:10 Began to record “One-ten, and all is not exactly well.”

  12. Heat Black confinement sweating Heat Mistake One AIR B R E A T H E Sweat Brushing forehead, eyes fanning BetteR Button onwatch red numerals Sprang in blackness 1:10 Only an hour? Incredible. Record “One-ten, and all is not exactly well.”

  13. Work Time Expectations • Use the Found Poem Checklist to guide your work time & make sure you complete the project according to the rubric • Share document: jdivoky@prairiepride.org

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