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Poetry in Motion
A Poetry Dance Play for the
Middle School Special
Education Classroom
Jenny Seham, PhD
Nawal Muradwij
Diverse Learners
Middle School Students
Outline of Webinar
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Diverse learners and multiple art forms
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Poetry and Dance
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How do they complement each other?
Poetry Dance Play: Strategies, Instructions, Ideas
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How do I teach an art form that’s not my discipline?
Poems to use
Poems to write
Dance for the special education classroom
Next Steps
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How will I expand my practice?
“You start with the material.”
- Robert Rauschenburg
Write on a wall
Sing and Act a wall
Paint a wall
Dance a wall
Your students
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How do I teach an art form that is not
my discipline?
Mira a los caballos
Partners
“I want people to be able to hear the sound of
pages flipping”
Poetry and Dance, an embrace
Poetry Dance Play
Find inspiring poems
Taking Action
James Berry
I dream I am
High-flying duck’s eyes
Over an ocean, washed
In fire-splash sunset.
And flapping our clothes like fighting
wings, while we scream in waves
like earsplitting sirens.
The lion turns and runs in terror
I dream I am
two swimming shark’s eyes
in search of swallowed
whole-fish dinner.
I dream I am
Color pieces of feelings
In music notes, jumping up
On the keys of a piano
Playing it together.
I dream of a lot that puzzles me.
I dream we cross an open field
And face a lion in our track.
Making one group body, oddly, we
Come together, thrusting arms like
horns
I dream I am
High-flying
duck’s eyes
Over an ocean,
washed
In fire-splash
sunset.
I dream we cross an open field
And face a lion in our track
Making one group body, oddly,
we come together
And Still I Rise
Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes
I’ll rise,
I’ll rise,
I’ll rise, rise, rise
Poetry Dance Play
Write Poetry
Ryan’s Dream
Ryan with Alex and Emily
People you trust appear in your dreams
Things are not what they seem
You don’t know where to turn.
And all your thoughts are going to burn
Whether or not you choose to turn,
Darkness surrounds.
A dream?
Was it a dream?
Or just a distant memory.
Was it a dream?
Or just a distant memory.
Samantha
Since the dawn of time people have danced
They have jumped, done ballet, run and pranced
When I dance I am filled with joy
Anyone can dance, girl or boy
It feels nice to perform
I take the stage by storm
People are excited when they watch me
When I dance, I feel free!
“When I dance, I feel free!”
Ashley’s Poem
Sometimes I can be a
mime
But I don’t have the time
To rhyme
But I look like Optimus
Prime
Ashley’s Poem
Snapped,
whapped,
babapped
Bop your head to the music
Stop
bop
hip hop
drop
Dream Boogie - Langston Hughes
Good morning, daddy!
Ain't you heard
The boogie-woogie rumble
Of a dream deferred?
Listen closely:
You'll hear their feet
Beating out and Beating out a -You think
It's a happy beat?
Listen to it closely:
Ain't you heard
something underneath
like a -What did I say?
Sure,
I'm happy!
Take it away!
Hey, pop!
Re-bop!
Mop!
Y-e-a-h!
Good morning, daddy!
Ain't you heard
The boogie-woogie rumble
Of a dream deferred?
You think it’s a happy beat?
Love the Look of Words - Maya Angelou
Popcorn leaps, popping from the floor of a
hot black skillet and into my mouth.
Black words leap, snapping from the white page.
Rushing into my eyes.
Sliding into my brain which
gobbles them the way my tongue
and teeth chomp
the buttered popcorn.
When I have stopped reading,
ideas from the words stay
stuck in my mind,
like the sweet smell of butter
perfuming
my fingers
long after the popcorn is finished.
I love the book and the look of words
the weight of ideas
that popped into my mind.
I love the tracks of
new thinking in my mind
Popcorn leaps, popping from the
floor of a
hot black skillet and into my
mouth.
Black words leap, snapping from
the white page.
Samples of Dance Scripts
Takeaways:
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How to maximize the potential of diverse learners by integrating
multiple art forms in the classroom.
Specific strategies, exercises, and curricula utilizing poetry and dance in
special education classrooms.
How to step outside your arts or educational expertise and consider
ways to include less familiar art forms in your teaching
Contact
www.drjennyseham.com