photo credit: Jasmine blu #
There are plenty of fences to climb, and plenty of good reasons to climb them. When do fences keep you out and when do fences keep you in? #
Bud the Teacher
Inquiry & Reflection for Better Learning
photo credit: Jasmine blu #
There are plenty of fences to climb, and plenty of good reasons to climb them. When do fences keep you out and when do fences keep you in? #
Fenceclimbersteartheirpants
at the seams
Fenceclimberspushtheirway
into dreams
Fenceclimbersrunfromshouts
from the people
because
Fenceclimbersaremountainclimbers
gripping the steeples of an
urban landscape
designed to hold back the
Fenceclimbersclimbinguptothe
other side.
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The podcast: http://www.cinchcast.com/dogtrax/199403
I was trying to make the poem visually “look” like a fence.
Kevin
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[...] day. I’m especially psyched about Bud Hunt prompting us to write, so some days, like today, I’ll use his prompt to write. Other days, I’ll use the prompt that I am using with my eleventh graders, who’ll have a [...]
Fencing
You don’t need your fences
I make my own.
There’s Distrust on the south side
Disgust on the north
And the chainlink of Doubt
Saturates the property.
I’ve a pair of wire cutters that I never use.
I could reach for them now -
if I wanted to.
You know better than I
That what keeps us here
Isn’t you.
It’s us.
Events in March 2011
A burst of energy released.
Light. Heat. Steam.
I fly free.
Momentarily alive.
Unconstrained.
Not contained.
I am excited!!!
I seek a friend. Or two.
Yee Haw!
Yet wait.
Something is different.
Flying further. Farther. Freer.
Not contained, my flight takes me beyond the entrapments of my peers.
Through some hole ripped in the fence.
Unchallenged, others, like me, join me, break free.
Cascading in a chain reaction.
Rebelling against boundaries.
Tsunami-ing our way,
Finding friends, a massive exodus of uncontrolled excitement.
Escaping from this place.
YEE HAW!
Now out.
Into a larger space.
A much, much larger space.
Silent. Unseen. Unknown.
Deadly.
Bourne now by the Wind. The Water. Dust.
What havoc might we wreak?
How long before detection?
How long a life I wonder, now so thusly free?
So hard to catch us now…
yee haw.
Andrew Forgrave´s last [type] ..April iPhone Photo Project- Day 01
(inspired by this image via The New Yorker – David Giles/PA Wire/AP Photo)
maybe being born
was like this; holding panic
waiting to be loosed:
fence wire cuts my voice, silent
against my breath. under. crush.
https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_2t2hoKneAYELvvobXm40Mmr96hgd03CEf36o00k6CQ?feat=directlink
Erin Wilkey´s last [type] ..The Waking- Theodore Roethke
From the ground up
She owned the backyard from the ground up,
A perfect tower of territory,
Bounded by fences of wood and air.
Squirrels and rats feared her bark
And took to the wood and wires
To get away from the fiercest
Thirty pound wonder sausage
That ever protected a patch of earth and sky.
Greta didn’t care that she could
Never reach the birds and planes
That flew through her airspace.
She just knew that her people,
Counted on her to protect them
From invaders in the home.
Her voice reached beyond
Her tiny dachshund legs to
Warn away intruders in her domain.
fence
fancy
fang
feng shui
shamu
shampoo
taboo
me, you
youtube
invisible
fence
Some are too high to keep in
and some are too low to keep out
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