Showing posts with label teen poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teen poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

UK Poetry Contest: Pupils to Imagine Life as a Detainee - write about it

Amnesty International is hosting a poetry competition called You Can't Jail Minds for secondary school children in the UK. Students are to imagine life as a detainee in prison and to find expression without using pen and paper. It's up to them to scavenge up a way to express their poetry, i.e., napkins, toilet paper, disposable cups, clothes etc.

Amnesty International hopes that by asking pupils here in the UK to try and replicate the efforts that went in to producing the poems, it will encourage them to take a closer interest in human rights and question their own values and attitudes.

We also look forward to receiving some wonderful and thought-provoking entries.

--Kate Allen, Director of Amnesty International UK

On the one hand, I think trying to put oneself in the shoes of the oppressed or imprisoned is a good lesson in empathy and understanding, but on the other hand, I also wonder what other more subtle psychological ramifications might be to such a role reversal exercise. Induced, glamorized Stockholm syndrome or cyclical nightmares?

What do you think about exposing secondary school students to the harsh realities of surviving life as a terrorist detained in captivity akin to the infamous American-run Guantanamo Bay prison camp? Would you want your children involved in such an endeavor?

Friday, January 25, 2008

gURL poet Cordelia

I stumbled upon website gURL dedicated to teenagers covering a multitude of subjects and issues of a personal nature. Of course I gravitated towards the POETRY gURL section and read this poem entitled can you not see my eyes look right past you? by member Cordelia that I want to share with you. I'm impressed by the imagery and object of her affection attention. Maybe you will be, too.

can you not see my eyes look right past you?
Can you not see my eyes look right past you?
My gaze grabbing tightly on the door handle.
I have been watching it for more than a few minutes now.
I have studied every dent in its exterior,
The way the elfish light dances on it,
Every knotted curl carved deep,
So deep I feel I could fall in there
And never see the light of day again.
Look at the depths you have lowered me to.
I am staring at a door handle
As though it were an old lover.
Can you not see my eyes look right past you?

--Cordelia