My mission is to inspire kids to embrace these four values. My personal medium is poetry, which you'll find peppered throughout this space. I hope that you enjoy it, and, if you like it, share it. Mostly, though, I encourage you to reach out to kids in your own way. If we really expect them to lead the world someday, they are going to need a lot of HELP.
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In March, Think Kid, Think! is hosting an NCAA-style tournament for children's poets. The champion wins a free copy of the 2011 Cybils poetry category award-winning book. Are you in?
Behind every success, there are many failures; and before every good kids' poem, there were many bad ideas. These are the worst ten ideas I've ever seriously considered developing into kids' poems.
You know the story. A family visits the home of its elderly relatives. Our hero vaguely recognizes Great Aunt Sue and suffers through her affections, but then comes face-to-face with ... who exactly?
Okay, I don’t know what Rachelle has planned for Part 3, but her analogy relating Eastman Kodak’s demise to the current state of the book publishing industry may be the most well-packaged point of view I’ve read on the subject in years. This is a re-post of my comments on her site.
QUESTIONS POPPING IN MY HEAD:
As a writer, why the hell do I even want to formally pursue publishing?
If readers don’t care about “books”, why should I?
Why even trust e-books as some new endpoint? Why stop there?
Is there a better, and more profitable, way to reach an audience than books?
I’d like to make a living — in the age of free, what are people actually willing to pay for?
You say [EDIT: Rachelle says] this is a business of storytelling. Is it? Are you sure it isn’t the business of laughter inducement? Tear-jerking? Pulse-raising? Button-pushing? Thought provocation? Seriously, does anyone really care if Harry kills Voldemort? Or do we only care about how WE will feel if/when it happens?
I write kids’ poetry. How many better ways can I think of to sell and distribute poems in a low-attention, instant consumption world than in a static collection that takes years to write and publish? Probably dozens! Hundreds!
Why is “publishing” the end all be all of a writer’s existence? I don’t need a book. I need readers. I don’t even need “readers”. I need people. To read, sure, but to listen, watch, play, push, print, touch, feel, tear it in half, tell a friend, tweet it, retweet it, re-write it, do WHATEVER THEY WANT TO DO with it.
Check out the new slider! Sadly, I’m not talking about baseball or White Castle. (Man, I really need to go to White Castle again soon.)
Just curious to know if the slider on the home page is giving anyone any technical trouble. I hope not, as it’s meant to be a cool, convenient way for you to quickly preview and access Think Kid, Think! content.
Please comment below or use the feedback box in the right sidebar (can you still see the right sidebar?) if you are experiencing any issues or if you have any other thoughts on this silly thing.
What more can you say about mohawks? Of all of history’s hairstyles, they must have the highest Recognition:Trial ratio. I envy those free enough and fearless enough to get one. The only way that I can ever realistically see myself doing it is if I decide to cut my hair really short for some reason and in the process get an interim one-minute mohawk, just for the photo.
Have any of you ever tried a mohawk? Known someone who has? I had one friend-of-a-friend who had a mohawk one summer when we went camping. It was a tall spiky one, I think dyed purple or maybe maroon, with a tuft goatee beard to match. Funny how to him it was just another haircut. Just somethin’ to do.
Anyways, RE: the poem, I’m really looking forward to the day that I can have things like this properly illustrated rather than using PowerPoint. Then it will really come to life!
“No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.” — Aristotle
Every March, like many Americans, I cannot help but get caught up in college basketball’s year end championship tournament. Even if I hadn’t paid a lick of attention all season, how can I not watch? It’s March Madness!!! (Sorry CBS, we’re never gonna call it March Mayhem.)
But as exciting as it is, the feeling is rather fleeting. My interest fades along with my bracket’s odds of winning, and dies with the final game’s final buzzer. To break this cycle, I need to channel my fascination with March Madness into something with a bit more permanency. A bit more … poetry.
For many Division I men’s basketball teams, just participating in the NCAA tournament is an accomplishment. Sure, there are inevitable complaints about seeding and slotting, and once they’re in, all teams turn toward winning; but simply “making the dance” is always cause for celebration.
So how do we capture that same spirit, that same energy, that same madness, and use it to celebrate the world of kids’ poetry? Simple. We pry open our notepads, put on a pot of coffee, and pound out 126 poems in 21 days!
In the month of March, I am proposing a friendly NCAA-style tournament for children’s poets.
Here’s how I envision the thing working:
The tournament bracket will be organized in familiar fashion: pairing seeds 16 vs. 1, 15 vs. 2, 14 vs. 3, 13 vs. 4, 12 vs. 5, 11 vs. 6, 10 vs. 7, and 9 vs. 8.
Seeds will not be determined by participant skills or credentials in any way. Rather, seeds will reflect the difficulty of writing kids’ poems on certain topics — certain WORDS to be precise. For example, words that I mentioned in a prior post as being particularly challenging included turducken, defenestration, and lukewarm. These would get very poor seeds as a result. In contrast, words like, kiss, greasy, or shower seem easier, and as such would get much better seeds.
Two words of opposing difficulty would then face each other in a prompted poem pairing. For example, 10-Turducken might be paired with 7-Shower, 13-Defenestration might be paired with 4-Greasy, and 16-Lukewarm might be paired with 1-Kiss.
Each assigned word must be included somewhere within the body of the poem.
On the first day of each round, I will publish a new post for each poetry pairing. The time stamp on each post will start a 72-hour clock for that pairing, during which all writing and voting will take place.
Once the post is opened, the poet assigned each word can publish their poem in the comments section at any time. The first 36 hours are reserved for writing. After 36 hours, if both poems have been published, voting may begin. If only one poem has been published, that poem will accumulate one bonus vote for every full hour that passes until the other poem is published. Once both poems are published, readers vote anonymously with +1 buttons that will be provided in the comments.
Voters can use whatever criteria they’d like when determining their preferred poem from each pair. As a random guideline, I’ll suggest using the criteria on which the contestants on the cooking show “Chopped” are evaluated: presentation, taste, and creativity. Translated roughly into poetry terms, presentation might include technical aspects such as meter, rhyme, form/shape, etc.; taste might be the net effect — did the poem move you to laugh, cry, think, kill, etc.; and creativity might include the poet’s approach toward a certain subject, image evocation, clever wordplay, etc.
Voting will remain open until the 72-hour clock stops. The poem that receives the most total votes wins. If exactly tied, voting will continue in successive 3-hour “overtime” periods until a winner is decided (it shouldn’t be too tough to round up a few stray voters in these rare cases).
Both poems will then be moved into the main body of the post along with the final vote tally. The winning poet will move on to the next round, where another equally-seeded word awaits. The non-winner will be sent off with a warm round of virtual applause.
A few other points:
Poets can sign up to participate any time through Friday, March 9, 2012.
Participants may request a certain seed for the tournament, or leave it up to chance*.
The full bracket, including all first round pairings, will be presented on “Selection Sunday” — March 11, 2012. The first round will begin the next day on Monday, March 12th. The event will continue for three weeks, ending April 2nd.
To provide some commonality between paired poems and to not overly burden participants or voters, poem length limits will be in place for each round. Rounds 1 and 2 will feature very short poems: 1-5 lines. Rounds 3 and 4 will feature poems with a bit more weight: 6-16 lines. Rounds 5 and 6 will be free form.
Now, this all sounds nice and good, but I am conscious of the fact that I just started this blog four weeks ago, and that I don’t even know 64 children’s poets. However, I do know good children’s poetry, and I desperately want to see more of it in the world. So, to make this happen, I need your H.E.L.P.
Write kids’ poetry? Sign up today. Use comments, mailbox, or Twitter. Spots awarded on first come, first served basis.
Know a poet? Share this link. Encourage participation in your circle of influence.
Love kids’ poetry, but don’t write? Commit to vote. Or say “screw it” and sign up to participate anyways!
Have a suggestion? Comment below. I’m open to whatever ideas you may have to make this event even better.
If this event sputters and only 4 people participate, then we’ll cut the nets right away and congratulate the inaugural Final Four — while the event itself would be a bit lame, the world would still be up six original poems in six days. If we get more, great: 8 participants yields 14 poems, 16 participants yields 30 poems, 32 participants yields 62 poems, and a full tournament of 64 participants will introduce 126 new children’s poems to the world in three weeks. And we all get to have fun and enjoy each other’s company while doing it.
For poets interested in signing up, here are the entry qualifications:
1) You must be willing and able to “go public” with up to six original poems in three weeks, prompted by words assigned specifically to you based on your tournament seed.
2) You must accept that you probably won’t win, purely from a statistical perspective. Assuming full participation, the fact is that 98.4% of entrants will eventually have one of their poems get beat by another person’s poem. Half of all entrants will “lose” in the first round. But really, everybody wins … because we all get to read more poems!
3) You need not worry about copyright, redistribution, etc. Each poet retains full rights to their own work. (Whether you want it or not is a different matter.) The goal here is to spark creativity, have fun, and introduce a crazy number of new kids’ poems into the world in a very short time span. Nothing more.
As a small additional motivator to participate and in appreciation of your early support of Think Kid, Think!, the winning poet will receive a free copy of the 2011 Cybils poetry category award-winning book, which will be announced on February 14, 2012 at www.cybils.com. [EDIT: And the winner is ... Requiem: Poems of the Terezin Ghetto by Paul B. Janeczko (Candlewick Press). Since I know that this book may not be for everyone, the Madness! 2012 champion can choose from any of the Cybils poetry finalists. Offering a choice was probably a better idea to begin with anyways.]
Thank you in advance for anything that you can do to help make this event happen.
-Ed
*Except where seeds have been specifically requested, all seeding and first round pairings will be 100% random. To be more specific, I will put all 64 participant names into an Excel worksheet, and use the =RAND() function to spit out a 9-digit number between 0 and 1 next to each name. I will then lock those numbers and sort them in ascending order, pairing each set of two owners successively as I go through the list. No judgment; no mercy. If you get paired against the ghost of Shel Silverstein (who is apparently still writing poems), well, good luck to you.
Top three stories of the 2012 MLB off-season, inexplicably presented in limerick form
by Ed DeCaria
“Darvish: Yu Dallas-Bound Darlin’!” “Miami: New Home of the Marlin!”
You dominate headlines
(and nearly miss deadlines)
Now meanwhile … “What’s Up With Starlin?”
For Poetry Friday today, I am linking to a poem by Charles Bukowski that, when I first read it about eight years ago, forced me into as close to a meditative state as I think I’ve ever been in my adult life.
Here are a few lines and link to the poem, with a few more thoughts from me below.
so you want to be a writer?
by Charles Bukowski
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
Click the link and read the full Bukowski poem before continuing.
So, this poem really got to me. I read it and re-read it and re-read it. I hand-typed it out of the book (sifting through the madness for the Word, the line, the way), printed it, cropped it down to a thin strip, and pasted it on my computer monitor. I wrote nothing. I just kept reading that poem again and again, and thinking.
Then I started reading through my poetry file. That was a bad idea initially. It was filled with half-witted ideas and half-assed drafts that suddenly seemed unrecognizable to me. But there were some nuggets of truth in that file, too. Buried alive beneath 60 pages of someone else’s forced rhymes, bad puns, and cutesy stories was … me. The kindofnice-but-kindofanasshole me. The drippingwithsarcasm me. The almostcertainlydrunkwhenIwrotethis me. But even where I crossed the line into possible inappropriateness in terms of topic or language, I maintained a silliness that somehow still seemed to work for stuff intended for kids.
So that was it for me. I harvested what I could, moved the rest to a scrap file, and moved on with a new confidence that I was doing what I wanted to do in the way that I wanted to do it.
I still read that poem from time to time, but it no longer smarts the way it once did. And I’m no longer mad at Charles Bukowski, either, even though he is kindofanasshole.
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Thanks to Karissa at The Iris Chronicles for hosting Poetry Friday this week.
When it comes to writing poems, I NEVER discard an idea, no matter how strange it seems. I always believe that if I can just catch the right brain wave, I can turn it into a rock star poem.
I recently dug through my scrap files as I transferred all of my poetry work into Scrivener (which I highly recommend, by the way). Upon doing so, I rediscovered many promising ideas that I had long forgotten, some of which I’ve since turned into structural sketches or actual drafts. BUT … I also came across a sizable number of objectively terrible ideas for kids’ poetry. In some cases, I cannot believe that these ideas were ever actually bouncing around in my brain, or that I thought them compelling enough to write down at the time. But, as I think the saying goes: “One man’s snot is another man’s soup” (I don’t much care for treasure analogies), so I now present to you:
Ed’s Top 10 Worst Poem Ideas for Kids
These are the ten worst kids’ poem ideas that I’ve ever seriously considered developing, in descending order of terribleness. For each, I am including my working title (I always give my ideas a recognizable title for indexing purposes), all raw/unedited notes, and in some cases a few regrettable lines of draft verse. Fair warning: these notes may (read: do) contain references to adult language, potentially disturbing imagery, and other perceived improprieties. Read at your own risk.
10. “Hair Devils”
Notes: Dig into garbage of hair cuttery to steal the bags of hair and do something funny/gross with them
9. “Churchball”
Notes: It’s a very quiet secret sport that only children know how to play. Get points by counting how many people turn and glare when you scream. The silent “good kid” up front is just the scorekeeper. Little kids yelling … get points for length, strength, pitch, # people annoyed and giving dirty looks, # people in the general area, etc.
The kids in this poem have to be young children under 3 years old (otherwise it’s a bad lesson to teach)
8. “The Filling”
Notes: About going to the dentist and requiring them to fill a cavity. This could be really scary to kids, so do I give them the detail and make it sound even scarier (to convince them to brush their freaking teeth and floss and such) or do I give them the detail and make it funny (so that they’re not so scared when they have to go to the dentist)?
Embarrassment of having put yourself in the position of needing a filling … Topical numbing to make it easier for the injection numbing … immediate sensation of the beginning of the numbing process … you’re now sitting alone wondering just how numb you’re going to get … how much numbing is enough? How much is too much? Should I be able to feel the tip of my tongue? … Dentist explaining what he’s about to do; “you will feel scraping but no pain” (oh, that’s nice) … Hearing the drill … Feeling the hot drill spin and splash bits of tooth around your mouth as you try to breathe through your nose but you can feel yourself breathing in your own tooth dust– it’s like being alive and dead at the same time … You can smell the hot metallic smell; it smells like when one of your friends lights something on fire that he shouldn’t … It’s over – faster than you thought – but that’s only half of it … You can’t see what it looks like, but you know there’s a big hole in your tooth right now; exposed nerve, waiting for the dump truck to back in with the filling. … Then the dentist needs to go back in with the filling … Stupidly, you peak at the instruments that he is using (overexaggerate here) … The filling requires four separate drillings to make sure it is in there compactly; it is my job to bite and grind on command to make sure it is in there properly. … Success! … But, the numbness now will not wear off. Hours go by, still numb, so dumb, can’t eat or drink until it wears off, either.
7. “Good Job”
Notes: How much did you pay for that job??? I used to think that dad had to pay to have such a good job. Because why would anyone want to work in a crappier job? That’s why dad had to pay more to get the good executive job with free coffee and a secretary and an office downtown. What else was I thinking about this at the time? I didn’t understand the process of work and earning money … I thought you had money by nature (because I DID have money without doing anything) and then you used that money to obtain a cooler job that didn’t require you to work too hard all day.
6. “Defenestration”
Notes: About a kid who exercises his anger by throwing everything he owns out the window. Why is he angry? Maybe his brother did something to him? Maybe something happened to him at school and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. Beware violence/tantrum overtones.
That’s how you defenestrate. Da DA da DA Defenestrate (last word) (scheme/meter = -/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/)
5. “Grammar Family”
Notes: Kids are named Syntax and Gerund
4. “Ant Romp, People Stomp”
Notes: When all of the kids went onto Grandpa’s back porch and stomped and killed hundreds of ants every weekend. Man, I can’t believe we actually did that. Were we wearing shoes? I just remember doing it, but not any details. Probably a good thing. Hmmm, somehow I think that’s not a good story for children.
3. “Luke Warm”
Notes: A character named Luke Warm, struggling to figure out what temperature he really is …
12/29/08: This makes me laugh every time I read it, even though I have no idea how to turn it into a poem (b/c I haven’t really thought about it).
6/11/11: actually this is just a really bad pun.
2. “Turducken”
Notes: About eating turkey/duck/chicken. If you can manage to write a clean poem rhyming the words pluckin’ and turducken, you will undoubtedly be considered one of the best children’s poets of all time (by at least one person, possibly an illiterate one)
1. “The Medicine Ball”
Notes: All sorts of different medicines interact as if they are dating, and in the end the reader finds out that everyone is at the medicine ball. I don’t believe in ever completely scrapping an idea, but if so, this would be the first to go (b/c kids have no idea what a medicine ball even is – this would be meaningless to them, and not very funny for adults anyways). This is a truly awful idea.
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Anyone who writes a coherent poem on any of the above topics and puts it into the comments gets a gold star, and anyone who publishes a poem called “The Medicine Ball” that matches the synopsis above gets free health care for life (courtesy of Prescott Pharmaceuticals).
I actually still hold out some hope for the first five if I can come up with a different angle, but the rest are dead to me.
Thank you to Elaine atWild Rose Reader for hosting this week’s Poetry Friday round-up. I am pleased to be participating again after my debut last week. Thank you all for the kind comments.
This event is a great motivator to finally finish some poems that I’ve had hanging around for years. Here is another original poem that I just finished the other day. Enjoy the poem, and stick around for the bonus activity!
Worst in Show
by Ed DeCaria
No dog on earth is sicker than my good ol’ buddy Bricker.
Compared to me, his cloud of fleas is infinitely thicker.
His greasy coat is gross to pet; it couldn’t get much slicker.
But worst of all, my filthy dog’s a fire hydrant licker.
(And if you wanna know why I still love him, here’s the kicker:
NOTHING chases girls away like loudly yelling “Sic her!”)
I hope you liked the poem. (If not, you can take it up with Bricker.)
Okay, here is the bonus activity. It starts with a question:
What does Bricker look like? Notice that I did not actually describe his physique — his breed, height, length, weight, age, color, tail, etc. You know he’s greasy, but not much else.
I want to know what — and how — you think. I’ve provided a fun little widget on the left sidebar that allows you to draw your own Bricker. Give it a try!
The drawing deemed Worst in Show (that is, the dog that looks most like the real Bricker*) will be permanently embedded in this post along with a custom caption admiring the picture. I know, exciting stuff.
Have fun … and pass this along to your kids, your classroom, your friends, your followers, any unusually dextrous dogs you may know, or whomever else you think might like to poorly illustrate this poem. If you blow up those share buttons and create more than 100 Bricker entries (maximum one dog per customer), I will even upgrade to a real prize. Sorry kids … the prize will not be a puppy.
-Ed
*Full disclosure: There is no “real” Bricker. I’m allergic to dogs and powerless against Benadryl. But I have a vibrant imagination and I know EXACTLY what Bricker looks like. Soon you will, too.
I’m pleased to participate in Poetry Friday for the first time. Thank you to Tara at A Teaching Life for hosting.
With the holidays still somewhat fresh in our memories, I figured I’d share a poem of mine that is all too familiar to kids around this time of year. Enjoy!
Who Is This Woman And Why Is She Trying To Kiss Me?
by Ed DeCaria
We go to grandpa’s sister’s house to see my Great Aunt Sue.
I have to kiss her on the cheek, but then I must kiss WHO???
I guess her name is Dorothy but my parents call her “D.”
I’m pretty sure she’s family but it’s not quite clear to me.
She’s probably a cousin (something distant, once-removed).
Without a DNA test, though, I doubt it can be proved.
She seems to help around the house; perhaps she’s just a maid.
But then again she sleeps here and I don’t think she gets paid.
I’d love to ask somebody but that seems a little rough.
I’d rather not get yelled at – kissing “D” is bad enough!
My name is Ed DeCaria. I look pretty much like this, depending on when I last got a haircut. I write poems for kids (in perfect meter and rhyme, almost every time). I still look up words in the dictionary. I write about baseball between innings. I'll be about 5 minutes late.
Everyday thoughts and observations make great fodder for kids' poems. If you've had one recently (or if you're having one right now) that you're not sure what to do with, send it my way!
Ideas are sent anonymously. If you want me to know who you are, include your name, e-mail address, or URL. Otherwise, I'll never know.