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WITS Students Will Read Art-Inspired Poetry

Copyright 2010 Mary C. Bailey

Andrea Dezsö’s installation, Sometimes in My Dreams I Fly, is nothing short of spectacular. The exhibit has been creating a buzz since it first opened at Rice Gallery in April, and fortunately, students from WITS Summer Creative Writing Workshops were among those studying the magical tunnel books Dezsö made from layers of construction paper to create an alien-like fantasy world transcending space and time. The students turned their fascination into poetry and will read their work to a public audience July 28th at the gallery at 7:00 pm.

The Words & Art reading is a free, public event and will include work from others who were inspired by Dezsö’s multi-dimensional dreamland. The exhibit will be on display until August 8th. For details, visit the Rice Gallery website.

The Macedonian Express and the Best-So-Far Awards

Today was the first day of the WITS Creative Writing Camp in Tetova on the border of Bosnia.  The camp was huge with 25 students here this afternoon and four “Best-So-Far” Awards for each group — the morning kids and the afternoon kids.  I am not really sure how these “Best-So-Far” Awards got started, but they have come to have a life of their own.  They all culminate on the Fridays of the Camp with a “Best of the Best” Award in nine different categories, most of which are actually related to our writing, as in Best Haiku, Best Extended Poem, Best Play, Best Vignette, Best Short Story, Best Piece of Descriptive Realism, but also including Best Actor, Best Actress, and Best Director of the plays that are presented the last day, usually in front of a representative sent by the embassy in Skopje.

Every afternoon, after hours with the kids, sit down together and review the writing that went on in the camp and select the best pieces “so far.”  It is an interesting experience, but what is equally fun is to see the campers come in the next morning and the smiles on their faces when they have won one of the awards and they know exactly what they won it for.  Then, the third day of the camp, we begin awarding campers for the “Best Body of Work So Far.”

I guess life doesn’t really give such awards, but it would be convenient to get a kind of check-up like this from time to time in life itself.  It also let’s the teachers know, if there is no award for example, that we may need to see what we are doing and make changes.  That has never happened, but it is possible.  Hope that you are having a “Best-So-Far” Day yourself.

From Tetova, this is WITS Writer Merrilee Cunningham having a good day.

Hot

I know that you think that it is hotter in Houston than anywhere, but I am so glad that I didn’t go to Sofia Bulgaria because the mayor is telling the cities of the city to stay in because it is so hot.  It is 31 degrees in Moscow. That is hot, hotter than it has been for a long time and headed towards 35 maybe.  Still, this is no doubt great for the fields of sunflowers, the hay drying in the fields or on the hay trucks that one passes. How do you pass a hay-truck, you city guys?  The answer is “carefully.”

No doubt the plums and pomegranates will still be fine and the ancient monasteries in the lowlands will still be there as well as the Moslem retreats near Tetovo that I discussed two years ago.  It’s just mid-July and the hay is already ready in the fields.  Old houses made of well-fitted stones decorate the landscape along with Byzantine-Roman forms.  Old Tetovo is near the old library on the mountain side, but we are in new Tetovo with the children discussing Japanese forms (in language that must be translated into Albanian) in Macedonia. And then at the end of the day, when the children leave the camp, I walk into the waning heat and head back to my hotel and the notebooks.

Merrilee Cunningham, WITS Writer to the Balkans (which actually means mountains)

More from Macedonia

We just finished doing four plays this morning with the younger kids and two plays this afternoon, including a Vampire Summer Vacation, featuring a trip to the Castle of  Dracula.  Rather than start on my rant about Twilight, the novel, I will tell you that the plays were wonderful, even the Vampire play as we are close enough to Romania and the sources of the Vampire that the students have many original as well as historical ideas about Vlad.  Indeed the student who played Vlad was named Vlad.  (What are the odds,  even  this close to Bulgaria?)   The plays were wonderful.  The children and their parents were justifiably proud of the great work  that they have done, the anthologies are almost ready, and there was general agreement that Creative Writing Camp was a fabulous experience for all.  Now there may be a couple of librarians who have to work this weekend who may need to put their feet up on Sunday morning and even call for breakfast in bed.  I intend to sleep in  tomorrow morning and then walk up the hill is Stip to the 6th century Byzantine Church that I have been looking at every morning from my hotel room and wondering when and if I would be able to rise early enough to beat the heat and take a trek up the hill to see it, water bottle and picnic lunch in hand. But tomorrow  is my day as Sunday morning  early I take off to Skopje and then to Tetova and my friends at the American Corners there.

So I move away from Eastern Macedonia and its Roman and Byzantine ruins to the hills of Tetova where I can see the mountains of Bosnia.  Remember, Balkans is  just a word for “Mountains.”

Merrilee Cunningham,

Writers in the Schools (WITS)

The Museum of Stip and the Triple Hecate

More from the Macedonian Express

Yesterday, I had a great time in the WITS Creative Writing Camp in Stip, not that far from the Bulgarian border and near the ancient Roman city that we discussed in the last post.  Every morning I walk about 30 minutes to the American Corners away from the city center, past the Museum of Stip and onto a beautiful road with purple thistles and wildflowers all up and down the road. When I arrived here yesterday, after my visit with wild hollyhocks (the English would be so jealous) and gladiolas, I started the Haiku House project with the younger children.  Haiku are not often taught in the curriculum of Macedonia, and the students were largely unfamiliar with the concept, but they certainly caught on fast and did an amazing job of building their traditional Japanese houses with paper walls on all four sides with a Haiku on each wall.  The older kids built no houses but did finish the afternoon with three Haiku and seemed to enjoy the project.

Triple Hecate statue at New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art

At 4:00 pm, I began my walk down the mountain to my hotel and on the way I stopped by the Museum of Stip where I was fortunate enough to meet someone who let me  into the museum where, after paying my 120 dinari ($2.25 or so) I was allowed to see all the amazing archeological discoveries from the early Byzantine-Slav, Greek and Roman sites from near Stip.  It was wonderful inside.  I had already seen the Gandahara statues in the front yard two days before, so actually being in the museum was great.  There were amazing gold Roman rings, bronze ring, Greek and Roman weaponry, pictures of massive archeological digs that I hope to visit if I have time on Saturday and most significantly a fabulous picture of a work on loan elsewhere, the Triple Hecate of Stip.  This is one of a very few Triple Hecates in the area, maybe one of only two ever found in Macedonia, as the guard noted, and it is fabulous.

Hecate is the goddess of the underworld and a triple goddess is, as one can imagine, three times as powerful as some poor single goddess. Thus triple Nemesis is a powerful ally of justice and so forth.  There are some elements of celebrating the cycle of life and death in agricultural cults and certainly the great plains of Macedonia have always been so important to this area as between these beautiful hills and mountains are the river valleys, including those of the great Vardar. I was impressed, truly impressed with the collection and saddened that I was the only one visiting in that hour.  It was well worth the visit. Now, the third day of the Camp begins and children are coming into the library. More anon.

Merrilee Cunningham, Writers in the Schools

WITS Meets Stip (Macedonian Express, continued)

Yesterday, I left Skopje for the mountains of Macedonia (the word “Balkans” means mountains) and the hills of Stip, an ancient city in Macedonia where there is a new American Corner Library. It was a beautiful trip. The sun was shining and the purple summer thistles were interspersed with fabulous little red poppies that had survived from May and June just in the places where there were rivers and streams. There are ancient early Christian churches (like 6th. century or so) that I can see from my amazing view of my hotel and just down the street is the Museum of Stip where in the beautiful lawns of the front of the museum are Gandahara-like statues which clearly show that Macedonian was a very important part of the ancient world.

There is a famous Roman city very near by.  Bargala was the name of the famous Roman city that was an important part of the Roman empire and there is an amazing statue on the front lawn of the Museum of Stip that has the body of a male figure that reminds me of so many of the Roman statues of the Persian God Mithras with his body turned backwards and his flowing cloak. Unfortunately, the head of the statue is lost, but I hope to see what is inside the museum as well as this morning, before I went to the American Corners Library, I was allowed by the lady who was working there to see two fabulous Byzantine saints from the early Byzantine period. So many of the ancient buildings here have been Byzantine, then for hundreds of years a part of the Ottoman Empire, and now part of modern Macedonian.

This is a truly beautiful town. I took a walk this morning after watching two dogs playing near the river. I got downstairs an hour later and they were still having a great time playing with each other on the cool morning before the day gets too hot to do that sort of thing. There was great attendance this morning with the younger children. The Corner hasn’t even been open for five months and yet there are 16 students in the morning creative writing class. It was amazing. They also did great work and we had no problem selecting the “Best So Far” awards for the morning class. The afternoon class was a little more difficult as we had done a brain geography and they had had a lot of choices about the character whose brain they were describing. Then they could place the character in either a first-person narration or a third-person narration. They did a great job.

It is a pleasure to be in Stip. I will write more about Bargala as I am seeing more objects from this famous Roman town. Several times during the Roman period, groups of Roman retired soldiers banded together and settled in Macedonian when they were not given land in Italy or Spain. More anon about Bargala. There is a mosaic in Bargala, a central processional pathway, the old town of Bargala is the old city of Stip, where one of the three rivers is. There is also a waterfall. There is also a really nice Goatherd nearby who is reputed to make coffee and let the Peace Corps Volunteers play with the baby goats, not to be outdone by the Pigherd in Odysseus’s Ithaca.

Merrilee Cunningham, WITS Writer to the Balkans

The Play is the Thing (Times 7!)

Shakespeare said, “The Play’s the Thing,”  and it was!  Here in Skopje we just finished producing seven plays –  4 in the morning and 3 in the afternoon.  They included such titles as “The Nutty Granny,” “Revenge is a Dish Best Served up Cold,” The Magic Umbrella,” and “The Hero and the Dragon,”  just to name a few.  They were absolutely wonderful.  The young actress who played the title role in “The Nutty Granny” also helped write the play as did most of the actors.  It is very interesting how serious the students get about the plays.  All this has caused a Children’s Drama Festival in Bitola so when I get to Bitola, I will finish the first week with a second week where we do nothing but plays. I have always wanted to direct a children’s theater, and, what luck, it is happening!

It is very exciting to visit with my wonderful old friends in Skopje, but it is also exciting to be going to a brand new corner and a new place.  It has been a while since I have been to a new place.  Last year I went to Croatia with my daughter Susannah, and we had an amazing time going to Diocletian’s palace and looking at the stone symbols on all the ruins in Split. This time I haven’t really thought about going anyplace. Tomorrow I am off to Stip and new places and new friends.

Merrilee Cunningham

Writers in the Schools (WITS)

WITS and the Macedonian Express: Year 3

Beginnings are exciting, thrilling really, particularly when you know that they are filled with fun, energy, learning, reading, writing, and happy children.  This is my third year of WITS in Macedonia and the beginning of the third year on the Macedonian Express, and that express has more stops than it used to.  When we started, there were only three American Corner (AC) Libraries in Macedonian and now there are four. Next year there will be five. That’s pretty good for a country with only 4 million people in it, but what those Macedonians don’t have in quantity, they make up in quality.

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This is a nation of readers, poets, writers, artists, and their enthusiasm for the Creative Writing Workshops is so great that we have more students this year than ever before.  In Skopje this year we have two completely filled workshops and have only new students in the workshops.  That means that tomorrow morning there will be 20 kids in the morning and 20 kids in the afternoon in the AC. The younger kids come in the morning with all their energy, delight and excitement.  If it is like last year, they come with their parents, the youngest not really sure that we can be trusted to take care of them until the middle of the first day.  Then the second day they are so excited, so thrilled to see their new friends, to get started on their work from yesterday, and to do the warm-ups, probably starting with two truths and a “fiction” where they tell their new friends two things that are true about them and one fiction that they made up.  You would be surprised how often that fiction or even “lie” get used in one of their stories.  It also lets you know about their vivid imaginations.  Trust the bright lights to tell you their favorite color is blue, place their blue folder on top of their desk so that you believe them, all the while knowing perfectly well that their favorite color is green.  I know this is true because Emma tricked me with this at the WITS Creative Writing Camp “two truths and a lie” warm-up at Bellaire High School last month. She got me over and over again, and I fancy myself an excellent judge in this department!

I had a wonderful flight here.  I had just finished a Common Ground Seminar for the University of Houston’s Honor’s College when I boarded a United Airlines plane for Washington Dulles and then Austrian Airlines to Vienna and Skopje (pronounced Skop-e-ah).  I never seem to get over my love of flying.  When I was a teenager my friend Russ Heil and I used to go to the airport just to watch the planes that would have liked to be on and I haven’t changed.  I still am thrilled just to see a plane take off, and if I am on it is just where I want to be. I never had any desire to pilot a plane, but I do want a window seat, and a window seat to life is just what I got…all the way to Macedonia. Watching movies all night long, the second night without sleep, I was ready to sleep when I got to the hotel and that is just what I did.

By the time that I got to the American Corner library this morning I was ready to get rid of the 120 pounds of luggage that had the supplies that I had been buying for the past year…and they are wonderful.  I have inherited from my father the importance that I place on having the best supplies for a Writing Workshop.  When I got here the AC staff showed me t he great tee-shirts that they produced.  The design is fabulous. I will send you a copy of it asap.

This afternoon we are interviewing the kids that will be camp counselors and then meeting with representatives from all the American Corners so that they can pick up a copy of the master plan, modify that plan to their liking and be ready for the camps when I get there. That means creating a word wall, an bulletin board with local historical buildings and ruins, and other uses of walls and blackboards as we prepare for the arrival of the workshop campers.  But today it also means dividing the loot, the pencil sharpeners, the pens, the notebooks, the stick-on letters, the colorful wooden blocks on which they will hang their haiku, the satin ribbons that they will wrap around the box with their secret writings in it, the plain white paper plates that they will put their life clock on, the little brown bags that they will place something that they would love to “drown in the deep blue sea.”

I am so glad that I have the information that I got from participating in the SCWW camp adventures with Jennifer Aguirre and Pat Green.  Those two amazing teachers taught me new stuff that I am not going to drop in “the deep blue sea” but that I have carried with me across that sea to implement here.  Even the “two truths and a lie” warm-up was something that I had never done before until I did it in June with Jennifer and Pat.

A teacher must constantly be trained and WITS is the best there is about training.  There is on-going training for teachers before and during the Workshops…and I believe in training. Training makes us different from what we would be without it.  Training offers us  more choices.  Training makes us good at what we do.  As Malcolm Gladwell says in his wonderful book Outliers, training makes us extreme variables of folks who do something, because we have worked those thousands of hours to become the statistical outliers on a graph of how well we can do something if we get training and practice, work intensely on getting better at something. And that is just what these young people in Macedonia are going to do…they are going to write brilliantly in a language that was not their first, but a language that they are going to become very good writers in like Joseph Conrad and others who learned a language in which they became great writers.

Tomorrow is a new beginning and I will tell you all about it just after it happens. Welcome to the first day of the third year of the Macedonian Express. Come with us to Macedonia and the Creative Writing Camps as the centers are filled with young, talented children from the land of Phillip and Alexander.

Merilee Cunningham

WITS Writer to the Balkans

Get Ready for Round 3: The Macedonian Express

For the third year in a row, Writers in the Schools is collaborating with the U.S. Department of State to provide creative writing summer programs to young people in Macedonia. WITS Writer Merrilee Cunningham will be spending five weeks in the Balkans this summer.  Her missives will begin tomorrow. Stay tuned!

[photo by Jaime Perez via flickr]

The Beach

Florida, Summer ’09
San Destin. Morning. Peace upon the beach:
hundreds upon hundreds of chairs in the cool morning
sand, the sound of waves softly hitting the shore, out in
the clear blue water boats are riding around on the
smooth calm waves, the sun just rising above the horizon,
pink and red filling the sky. There are no clouds on
this peaceful morning. More boats appear.
The waves become violent.

By Jake, 14
[Photo by AR Nature via Flickr]

The Dream

[Photo by Jiro.h via Flickr]

As I lie in the soft grass,
Feeling the gentle breeze

I look up and watch
The puffed white clouds drifting in the air.

I group the softest clouds together
And dream.

In my dream I see everything
Close to me.

I am in the middle of the road,
On the right side of me is Seattle
On the left side of me is Texas.

In the air
I smell the wild jasmine flowers.

I hear my best friend’s loud voice
Calling my name.

And in the blue sky
I spot my special memory of me.

Dreamily I hear my favorite music
Flowing through the air.

I wish this dream had never ended
But it did.

I opened my eyes slowly
A big smile on my face.

From now on, I thought,
This place is all to me.

Kirthy, 6th grade
Inspired by Calder’s Mobile

Airplane

[Flickr photo by Uros]

I flew up real high.
I saw houses so small they looked like dirt.
I saw clouds above me.

We had to go see the animals of Africa
across the ocean. The elephants came
and they made lots of good noise.
Then the tigers and bears came.

I could see the trees so small
that they looked like broccoli.
I saw the gorillas come out
and then I saw a great big house,
and it was as tall as a tree. It was so high
I could almost see the windows
from up in the sky.

By Lazlo, Pre-K

Grandma

It’s hot here, so far from Managua.
The sun fell out of the raining clouds.
And now I’m drinking lemonade.
The ice clinks into the sound
of kids screaming down
slides and in the pools.
The sea is a light blue
like the sky over your house
in the afternoons.
My hotel is named Atlantis,
but I’m not going to sink into the ocean.

By Miguel, 3rd grade

Originally published on December 14, 2009.

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

Webbed Jungle Gym

Originally published on July 2, 2009.

You’re busy making beads
and what not,
but check this jungle gym out
next time you need a breath of cool air.
Climb the checkered-rope wall,
crawl through the crazy webbed maze,
then slide down the super slippery seven foot single slide.
Oh, and you won’t believe the weather here.
It’s that cool-breezy but sunny sort of air.
Come by tomorrow, come by later, come by
whenever when you’re finished with your homework.
Only a couple of blocks from
this family-owned pizza place.
Don’t worry about getting lost,
bring a compass. Remember:
South of Germany, East of Switzerland.
Only a couple of thousand miles away from you.

jungle gym by a is for angie

By Joseph, 6th grade
[photo by A is for Angie via flickr]

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

Menil Community Arts Festival

The Second Annual Menil Community Arts Festival will be held this Saturday, March 13th, from 11:00 AM to 4:00 PM. Writers in the Schools will be leading creative writing tours of The Menil Collection every half hour from 12:00 Noon – 2:00 PM.

There will be workshops, concerts, art exhibits and poetry readings as part of this event. Arts organizations on the Menil campus will provide activities for all ages. The participants include:

- Aurora Picture Show

- Art Colony Association

- Da Camera

- Houston Center for Photography

- Inprint

- The Rothko Chapel

- Southwest Alternate Media Project (SWAMP)

- TALA

- The Menil Collection

- The Watercolor Arts Society

- Writers in the Schools

Click here for more information.