Gr.9 - Paddington bear movie [theme: Acceptance of the other...]
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Gr.10/11: Visual Literacy: Satire, Caricature, Stereotypes and Parody - the art of the mockumentary
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Work this week
Gr. 9 - answer Tattoo short story questions
Gr. 10 - sonnet questions
Gr. 11 - point-form summaries
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Haiku [June 2015]
Haiku
Grey skies draw the soul;
her eyes, cool somnolent pools;
bracing, breath-taking
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rays of struggling sun;
the frozen earth will not budge:
your coolth defies me.
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Leaf falls in still air;
Drifts gently onto the grass.
Quiet autumn comes.
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Dust drifts in bright beams,
Obscuring shine like light snow;
So youth fades, gently.
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The mongoose scuttles
Traversing dark roads by day --
We risk all, to sup.
Grey skies draw the soul;
her eyes, cool somnolent pools;
bracing, breath-taking
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rays of struggling sun;
the frozen earth will not budge:
your coolth defies me.
=============
Leaf falls in still air;
Drifts gently onto the grass.
Quiet autumn comes.
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Dust drifts in bright beams,
Obscuring shine like light snow;
So youth fades, gently.
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The mongoose scuttles
Traversing dark roads by day --
We risk all, to sup.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Haiku for her
Distant clouds sigh by;
Faint shadows map our contours:
Wide worlds in your eyes.
(1 Jan. 2015)
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Haiku
Trees, shaken by wind
Sloughing leaf and branch, naked
Storms strip our ego.
(Hein Mönnig 2014)
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
We Eat Meat - a poem
A MEATY CONUNDRUM
Hi, world
So, I'm a self-confessed carnivore. Oh, that sweet, sweet taste of a bacon-and-egg English breakfast... Also, I die for salami. (Probably will, from it, as well.)
Anyhow, this morning (19 November 2014) little Lydia Hanekom [in grade 9, going on Gr.12] challenged me with a charmingly naive vegetarian/vegan appeal of her own, in poetry form. I felt her poem was a little strident and mechanical, so I wrote my own as a riposte. Now, kids - poetry is not a competition, remember. I just wanted Lydia to appreciate that (a) more than one point of view is allowed to exist in the world, that (b) even a hardened meat-eater can see the other side of the metaphorical coin, and that (c) she does not have the market cornered on bad poetry (LOL).
So here follows my little creation. Feel free to comment on my twitter feed (@mrmonnig). If you wish to re-use my poem anywhere (PETA, is that you?) just contact me first. Mail me at heinmg@gmail.com - you're welcome!
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We Eat Meat - for Lydia H.
© Hein Mönnig [2014]
We eat meat.
Sleeping awake,
our lips pray the holy-thou
while tongue licks the blood off plates
glisten, the juice of dead beast
the hypocrite's feast.
We eat meat.
Grinning, as a snake
the lazy stroke of hunger
we coo to imprisoned birds
while our claws rend the shreds of foul
breast, wing, egg under death's cowl.
We eat meat.
Stroke the horse,
pet, the soon-to-be carcass
we sneer at unspeakable primitives
while glossy menus show the porn of steak
This moral compass, fake, must break.
We eat meat.
Sociologically sensitive,
human rights, planet-wide emancipation
we beseech people to be people-persons
while, earlessly, unheard they go —
Screaming fish, thin blood's unceasing flow.
We eat meat.
We eat meat.
We eat me.
Eat me.
Hi, world
So, I'm a self-confessed carnivore. Oh, that sweet, sweet taste of a bacon-and-egg English breakfast... Also, I die for salami. (Probably will, from it, as well.)
Anyhow, this morning (19 November 2014) little Lydia Hanekom [in grade 9, going on Gr.12] challenged me with a charmingly naive vegetarian/vegan appeal of her own, in poetry form. I felt her poem was a little strident and mechanical, so I wrote my own as a riposte. Now, kids - poetry is not a competition, remember. I just wanted Lydia to appreciate that (a) more than one point of view is allowed to exist in the world, that (b) even a hardened meat-eater can see the other side of the metaphorical coin, and that (c) she does not have the market cornered on bad poetry (LOL).
So here follows my little creation. Feel free to comment on my twitter feed (@mrmonnig). If you wish to re-use my poem anywhere (PETA, is that you?) just contact me first. Mail me at heinmg@gmail.com - you're welcome!
==========================================
We Eat Meat - for Lydia H.
© Hein Mönnig [2014]
We eat meat.
Sleeping awake,
our lips pray the holy-thou
while tongue licks the blood off plates
glisten, the juice of dead beast
the hypocrite's feast.
We eat meat.
Grinning, as a snake
the lazy stroke of hunger
we coo to imprisoned birds
while our claws rend the shreds of foul
breast, wing, egg under death's cowl.
We eat meat.
Stroke the horse,
pet, the soon-to-be carcass
we sneer at unspeakable primitives
while glossy menus show the porn of steak
This moral compass, fake, must break.
We eat meat.
Sociologically sensitive,
human rights, planet-wide emancipation
we beseech people to be people-persons
while, earlessly, unheard they go —
Screaming fish, thin blood's unceasing flow.
We eat meat.
We eat meat.
We eat me.
Eat me.
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