This is a sample project demonstrating how students can use various images on Google Cultural Institute as the basis for writing their own original poetry. Students can create a series of interrelated poems or discrete poems. They give their project (their collection of images and poems) a title and provide a general explanation of process and motivation in this space. Hello there!
Cows at evening, Willem Maris, 1859 - 1910 (active), From the collection of: Kunstmuseum
Haiku: Evening
Cool air settles low
Passion goes into hiding
A lazy sun sleeps
Coronation On Tv, Yale Joel, 1953, From the collection of: LIFE Photo Collection
Pantoum Poem: A Heavy End
Across all television screens, the same image is repeated.
History meets history.
Like ants marching in and out of their hidden fortress.
Shuffling our feet out of life.
History meets history.
Speaking rhetoric and rhymes with pursed lips and bared teeth.
Shuffling our feet out of life.
Bodies burst through the shadows of shame and mingle old regrets with new mistakes.
Speaking rhetoric and rhymes with pursed lips and bared teeth.
The rough skin on the soles of our feet recall lighter loads.
Bodies burst through the shadows of shame and mingle old regrets with new mistakes.
Sending smoke signals for a cacophony of hammers, horns, and screams.
The rough skin on the soles of our feet recall lighter loads.
Blinding lights have faded into pitying glows.
Sending smoke signals for a cacophony of hammers, horns, and screams.
We lost the truth along with our marbles.
Blinding lights have faded into pitying glows.
Searching for meaning but settling for pretty murmurs.
We lost the truth along with our marbles.
We stumble home.
Searching for meaning but settling for pretty murmurs.
Cultures dance along the horizon, wearing eclectic masks to hide their same skin, same face, same nose.
We stumble home.
A chorus stirs and mimes ancient verse as animal skin drums betray modern beats.
Cultures dance along the horizon, wearing eclectic masks to hide their same skin, same face, same nose.
The tribes stalk and sway.
A chorus stirs and mimes ancient verse as animal skin drums betray modern beats.
A heavy end to a delicate start.
Private William Bonneville, shivering with cold after an exhausting struggle with the chill currents of the English Channel., National Archives and Records Administration, 1944-06-06, From the collection of: U.S. National Archives
Found Poem Remix: The Caffeinated Lazy Loner’s Credo
Fuck Hard Work
coffee is what I want
weird is your superpower
You’re not actually passionate, you’re just very lazy
Never embrace industrious people
the universe says: be nice
Beauty thinks: Fuck. Talent
harmony goes to jail
I’m not saying don’t work hard
BUT decrease your energy
basically you should Never turn down limited editions
someone called you & said “This motherfucker...”
stray from people
Work like me
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