Slam!

   

This week, which coincides with National Poetry month, I was able to take advantage of the opportunity to see Shane Koyczan live. If you're unfamiliar, Shane Koyczan is a Canadian spoken word artist, most often associated with his performance at the Opening Ceremonies of the 2010 Olympics in Vancouver and his poem "To This Day". We study "We Are More", "To This Day', "Troll" and "Instructions for a Bad Day" in Humanities and every year the students are inspired by the style of slam poetry. Spoken Word is immensely appealing to the students and I think it suits middle school because of the perceived freedom with language, as opposed to the stricter formats of haiku, limerick, tanka, acrostic and cinquain that we also experiment with. Without fail, students are inspired to organize a class poetry reading after hearing and watching examples of spoken word (more on that later). Adding to the attraction to spoken word,  more than the style of slam poetry itself, are the themes presented by Shane Koyczan. The pursuit of beauty, measuring up, mattering, bullying, and most important, hope, resonate strongly in an audience struggling to develop and assert their identities.

                                     

I choose the poems above because they not only resonate with students, but because of their accessibility and the fact that they mesh so well with our overarching themes of kindness, personal and Canadian identity in grade seven. More often than not, the poems we work through in class, which may look like simply watching the videos and generating dialogue, or delving more deeply with a close reading activity, become gateways to further exploration by a student independently. This year, one student asked for suggestions for more spoken word poems to read on her own during spring break, while others activity explored Koyczan's catalogue. You can't ask much more than that!

One of my favourite moments from the reading, aside from the fact that I shared this powerful evening with our oldest days before his birthday, was the performance of a powerful poem that we don't study in class, but is nonetheless a favourite: "The Crickets Have Arthritis." On Sunday night, there wasn't a dry eye in the small venue (100 seats max!), including the poet himself, who politely asked for a tissue after finishing the final line. We joke in class about using poetry to woo women a la Dead Poets Society, or for writing politically-based limericks (many words rhyme with Trump, don't you know), but we also talk about painting word pictures and evoking emotion. Seeing the intense emotion first hand was an unforgettable experience, and my hope is that the students I teach will not only carry the memory of the beauty of words with them for their lifetimes, but actively seek out or create opportunities to share poetry.