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A Choking Rooster Sings: Poems About Teacher Transformation

Mary Clare Powell

mcpowell@lesley.edu.

 

 Introduction

It all began when I set up a little research study because I wanted to know the impact of our Creative Arts in Learning program on some of our teachers.  Five were from a cohort in Gardner, MA (rural/small town) and five were from Boston Public Schools (urban).  In addition, 11 teachers who had completed the program in Derby Line, VT were interviewed once about its impact. 

Using a case study method, I interviewed each teacher and observed her teach about 3 times in two years of going through the program.  They filled out questionnaires after each course.  The names of the principal participants follow the article.

When I decided to extract poems from these transcripts, the changes in the inner lives of teachers came clearly into focus. Their poems, selected and edited by me, became the heart of my written piece.  My prose, which surrounded their poems, was explanatory.

But I wasn’t happy with this.  I personally hate reading prose interrupted by poetry, even though I’m a poet.  So I decided to make “poems” out of my own prose.  Through this form, this dialogue between me and them in poems, taught me as I worked and re-worked them.

Poetry is slanted, it is metaphorical, and it must be read more slowly than prose and with an open heart.  I’d love to hear from any readers about how this form strikes you.

I want to know:

What changed inside you

as you went through

this integrated arts

program? 

How did you shift and morph

insideAnd how do you

describe your pretty self

now?

 

The Choking Rooster Sings

By Chris  Conner

 

During chorus class in 7th grade,

the teacher was trying to establish

sopranos, altos, baritones.

She set up a divider,

asked three children

to stand behind it

to sing the scale.

After my group, the teacher said,

and I quote,

Which one of you sounds

like a choking rooster?

The other two pointed at me.

 

From that day on I mouthed

the words when we performed.

 

I think it hurt so much

because I loved singing.

At home I would sing all the time.

 

I carried that hurtful negative

comment with me all my life

until this Master's program

when a special person, Louise,

changed my view

and gave back

 what was destroyed 19 years ago.

 

She said Everyone can sing

We were never forced, 

and I eased myself

into all the songs.

After the two weekends

I was actually singing,

not mouthing the words.

 

Since then I have taught

many of the songs to my kids.

I even sing in front of parents

and colleagues.

 

 

Eleven courses

in Creative Arts in Learning

over 4 years--

poetry, music, curriculum theory,

visual arts, arts and society, integrating the arts

creative movement, arts and technology,

drama, storytelling, integrated project

 

To Fill the Space

By Kathy Barrett

 

I.    Coming to Lesley was a rude awakening.

Sitting in class, I was actually being challenged

to think for myself,

to come up with my own thoughts.

It was very scary when I realized

I did not know how to do this.

 

For a long time I sat in silence

observing

what was going on around me.

When asked to contribute verbally

or through written work,

I found it very difficult to depend

only on myself,

no one telling me exactly what to do.

 

There was so much room for me,

but I was very unsure about how

to fill the space.

 

II.   Unlike what I was used to,

the instructors were not looking

for one correct response.

All my life I’ve spent looking for

the right answer,

so afraid I would come up with

the wrong one.

 

I was called upon

to become involved,

to actively participate,

to think critically

and to be creative.

 

I soon discovered that people actually

wanted

to hear what I had to say.

My voice was being listened to.

 

The arts have stimulated not only my mind,

but my emotions as well,

involving

my whole person

in the construction

of knowledge.

 

Real learning has gone on,

and it has come from within me.

Predictably,

their lives were changed,

as well as their teaching.

 

What is of equal interest

are questions raised

by the process:

 

Can a poet be a researcher?

Whose poems are these?  

Is it really poetry? Good poetry?

Why poetry?

Poet as a Teacher 

I don't really trust research.

There, that's said.

A house of cards,

with one person's data,

valid or not,

used as a brick

in building another person's

new house.

And so on.

 

I love being a poet.

She doesn't sit for hours 

Poring over words.

She wanders, she waits,

hunts for an experience,

opens herself to whatever comes along.

 The poet sits and sits,

she sifts and sifts. 

             

In the First Person

by Robin Williams

 

I didn’t have a teacher

telling me about poetry,

I had a poet

telling me about poetry.

 

I had a dancer telling me

about dance.

 

That makes a difference—

a person’s telling you

in the first person.

 

The teachers are real artists.

It makes art real.

 

The poet wants to see

how the arts hit them,

how they were changed

by the touch of the arts.

to see faces,

hear stories,

eyes gleaming,

voices rising with discovery,

to look at their art pieces,

 

Two Selves

by Shireen Samuel

 

As a child, I felt I had two lives,

 

my American self                                               and my Trinidadian self.

 

I had to always remember the correct self for the correct place.

 

I did not want to be made fun of so I kept my voice under wraps.

 

When you feel safe,                                    I  think that is when you create.

 

 

Unshackled

by George Milkowski

 

I enjoy dance, theater and so forth.

But

I never considered myself a creator.

They do that

and I do something else.

 

It wasn’t the piece of work we did,

it was what

I was going through,

that unshackled me,

 

not whether it was going to be beautiful

or artistically appealing

to everybody

or anybody.

 

The process I was going through

is what art is really about.

 

Whose Poems are these?

 

I am a poet who happened to be standing

in the way when a bunch of words

were thrown out the window like bathwater

and I recognized a baby.

 

Who is speaking?  

Them.

I only chose and arranged,

brought to life.

A midwife?

 

"Metamorphic transformation, the interpenetration of identities, is for many still at the heart of poetry" (Hirsch, 1999, p. 131)

 

Interpenetration sounds sexual--

their identities as teachers

penetrate my teacher,

my identity as poet

penetrates their poems,

Mary Clare, researcher,

put on the poet mask

as she searched the data.

They're not my poems,

but I dug them out of cliff walls.

 

 

Transformations

by Mary Gagnon

They said

     in the beginning

          it was going

                to change your life,

                       and it really did.

 

I never had been exposed to the arts, never had the opportunity

 to try them on for size.

Something happens

                 in the classes

                               that I'm still thinking

                                                    about

                                                        at twelve o'clock

                                                                         that night.

 

I've become aware of                                   and learned to ignore

my inner voice that says                                            I look foolish,

 

and just to enjoy                      the doing                                        of the arts.

 

I've really reached     into a part     of myself     that I hadn't       reached before.

 

I'm more relaxed

                                   about where I am

                                                         and what I am doing

which has helped me

                           become

                                              more articulate

                                                                       in voicing

                                                                                       my educational philosophy.

I do feel that I'm more creative.

I actually apply the creative process,

I see that it's a real process focused in different media.

 

                                               It's focusing inward

                                                   on what you can

                                                          pull up.

I see myself

as a POET now.

I get a lot of satisfaction

from putting     my thoughts on paper       in a poetic way.

Each of my poems

                       feels like a little chunk

                                                of my life

                                                            being set loose

                                                                      into the world.

It is

very empowering.

 

 

I was able

to paint and draw

without being                     self deprecating                                   about my work.

I just had a good time               without feeling bad            about my final product.

This was a

very new

experience.

 

I don't need      anyone to affirm      it.

I paint it,       and I see a part    of me.

                                                    that's all I need,

                                                    not somebody

                                                           to say

                                                  it's good or bad.

 

Singing, I'm much                more relaxed                     than I was

--oh,            I say to myself,              you'll sing

even though                                        you don't sound                 so great.

 

 

I considered          myself                             awkward and ungraceful.

                          I always thought                               I needed years of training

                             before I could dance.

                                    Now I like the feeling

                                         of moving in space,

                                                of letting thoughts

                                                              be expressed

                                             kinesthetically.

(I deliberately incorporate some movement into almost everything I teach now.)

 

I trust myself

as the source.

Outside approval

or even inner approval

doesn't seem

as much of an issue now.

I just enjoy the process.

 

I have always been audience,                                           always watching.

I enjoyed nice art,                     nice music,                                 nice theater,

but now

I feel like

I can actually

produce things,

though it's not

museum quality.

                                         It makes me feel good to do so.

 

Mainly,

this program

                              has made me feel

                                                                     confident--

                         that what I'm doing                                      is OK,

                                                      not too weird,

                                                     not too bizarre,

 

                       that perhaps                                          I'm on the right track.

I trust myself.

 

 IV.  IS IT POETRY?

 

Uttered as prose,

words became poems

because a poet heard them,

 

extracted them like teeth

from a mouth,

laid them down on paper

in the shape of poems.

 

My process

a metaphor for how the arts

transform classrooms

because teachers

are transformed.

 

The poet tells the truth but tells it slant.

Speaks in “a voice”

other than her natural or social voice. 

Strikes a pose,

plays a role,

reveals a truth while concealing.  (Hirsch, 1999, p. 127)

 

 

  Are they Good Poems?

 

I am not "in" these poems

and for this reason

doubt their worth,

don't recognize them as poems,

even though I have made them.

 

The poet wants

poems beautifully

and carefully done.

She knows how long

it takes to make

a good poem.

 

She is afraid

these poems

do not work

this way,

like teachers' doubts

when asked to create

songs or scenes or drawings.

 

Winding Back and Forth

by Peggy Bennett

 

The better you feel about yourself,

Dancing by yourself when you hear music is OK,

but suddenly you’re good enough to dance in front of people.

The better teacher you are

If you look at a painting of mine,

you are seeing

a side of me I can show you now.

The better you feel in the classroom

I never thought I’d write a decent paper again,

but I did, and I said, Well, you did it.

the better your sense of self is reinforced.

I hated my voice when I heard it on tape.

But now I’m trying to learn stories by taping myself,

 

The better you feel about yourself,

I’m a ham, and I can ham it up.  Go ahead, I say.

The better teacher you are

I can take a lesson I’ve created and publish it.

I look at teacher magazines and say, I can do that!

The better you feel in the classroom

I shared my poems with the 5th grade class

the better your sense of self is reinforced.

I could have been an artist in residence.

 

The better you feel about yourself,

the better teacher you are

The better you feel in the classroom

the better your sense of self is reinforced.

 

Why Poetry?

An Average Joe

By Chris Conner

 

I felt my talents were nil

compared to my fellow teachers.

I thought I was an average Joe,

I just didn't feel whatever I was doing was good enough

to put on display or show other faculty.

I thought it was because I was younger.

 

But now I feel

I have

a lot

to offer

other people,

 

Once I do an activity                                      I'll share it with someone else

and before you know it,

it's going around the school.

 

I don't worry

about who's doing what

across the hall.

 

I realize if I look deep enough

inside

me

I

do

have

creative

resources,

and the children will benefit from them

and from me.

 

 

From poems,

will

the Teacher

Education

Accreditation

Council

know

how teachers grew from our program? 

Will educators think poems reliable?  Valid? 

Will poems be at home

in the culture of evidence?

Will regional recruiters taste this research eagerly,

wanting to see which pieces can sell the program?

How will my colleagues see these poems?

Won't summaries

of what I found

make them just as happy?

I don't know.

 

I do know

poetry illuminates metamorphosis

 

Metaphor

 

Poetry traffics in metaphor,

the only thing big enough

to suggest deep changes. 

Prose's laboring sentences

can't as easily corral transformation.

 

Poetry suggests,

then leaves it

to be filled in by readers. 

Garlic Press

by Linda Newcombe

 

Basically the arts opened up my world

made it a lot bigger

and more fun.

 

It had the same effect

on my teaching

as well.

 

It’s like a garlic press--

you squeeze it

and all this great stuff

comes out.

 

Poetry is a device for seeing

what's at the heart

of teacher learning,

or anything else.

And teachers feeling their power

cannot be schoolmarms.

 

Learning to Speak

By Pat McLynch

 

In the beginning,

 

I was terrified to speak

in front of a group of adults.

 

Then in Storytelling, Sharon said

at the end of the first weekend

that anyone who was nervous

could stay and talk to her.

 

I said

 

It won’t do any good for me to stay

because no matter what you say

the day of, I will be nervous

because it builds up with me,

if I know I have to do it,

it works on me constantly.

 

Sharon asked how I was going to be in my class.

I said, I’m fine with kids.

 

I learned two stories

and when I was ready

I went across the hall.

 

And then I worked my way into third grade,

Mary and Peggy’s kids--

their hands were flying up

the minute I finished

they wanted to tell me

     what they’d heard in the story.

 

And then I did the other fourth grades

and then a fifth grade.

 

I felt like a celebrity by the time I told my story

in five other classrooms.

The children loved hearing my story.

 

I am often asked in the hallway

if I will come back to tell another.

 

 

Reading and re-reading transcripts,

forming and re-forming poems,

one day

the titles of their poems

on my floppy disk

showed me the metaphors

they chose to use,

and they were

metaphors of transformation.

 

From going through the program,

becoming a better teacher is a given,

but what,

has happened to her?

Not her the teacher, but her?

Herself,

her very self?

 

I asked, What changed for you?

 

They answered:

I am

Engaged

Unshackled

Stretched

Reaching inside

Stepping outside

Pulling out the whatever

Smarter in a different way

 

I am large

Comforted by the arts

Spilling over and stripping down

Filling up spaces and gaps

Standing up!

 

I say

I want this and I fear this

at the same moment.

I am a little amazed and a lot proud

I think…, I guess…., I am…creative

  

I Am Creative

by Itonya Dismond

 

 

I am creative,

yes,

I am creative

because I always

try to get myself

and the students

involved in music,

different music from Ghana.

 

The way I present myself is creative,

 

Teachers have to be creative,

not stick with one method of learning,

because the children are not one.

 

 

I Am an Artist

by  Shireen Samuel

 

I'm learning to bring out

what I think

I already have

inside.

 

We keep ourselves from creating

when we say only

artists,

dancers,

or actors

do this

 

and the rest of us

are just meant to watch and appreciate.

 

That's just not the case.

 

 

 VIII.     RESULTS

 

Here's the juice!

Here's why I'm teaching!

This thing they are reporting,

is what I'm after

for other people

and for myself as well.

This keeps me alive.

 Reach Inside Yourself

By Robin Williams

 

The instructors

make you reach

inside yourself.

 

It’s very gentle,

it’s very subtle,

but that’s what’s

been going on.

 

I realize what I have

to do for these courses:

I have to let go of control.

I have to be a child,

and if I don’t,

I’m not going to get

anything out of it.

 

I have believed it

for many years:

first, the low-income women

in the projects of Chicopee,

our writing workshop.

 

Seeing them believe they were writers,

with something to say

and the power to say it.

Seeing them move out of public housing,

go to college, even get Master's degrees. 

Seeing them reaching back for the women

still in public housing, and the children. 

 

BE LARGE

by Marty Wakeman

 

When you take a drama course

and Stan tells you,

 

be large,

 

That's a different way of looking

at the world, to be large.

Not talking louder but being bigger.

 

It's not just your voice that gets large,

 

you start to feel large too,

 

It's a perspective thing that keeps popping back.

 

 

Before that,

studying ten women artists

                  working in clay, dance, theater, music, writing, visual arts

for my dissertation

how they shared artmaking

                    with homeless kids, troubled adolescents, small town citizens, elders.

 

I've been on this trail a long time,

and now I see in teachers

the same change happening:

the enlargement of the self,

the breaking of old definitions,

the belief in oneself,

the sharing of the new self.

Not As Cautious

by Robin Williams

 

Doing this degree

  in Creative Arts

    is one of the best things

      I’ve ever done

        for myself.

          I’ve grown.

            I’ve discovered

              another

                Robin

                   who is OK

                       with trying out new stuff

                         and not being afraid

                           of what others think.

 

I’ve increased

the boundaries

of my comfort zone.

 

“In poetry, identities are in process, selves are constructed out of words, line by line, stanza by stanza” (Hirsch, 1999, p. 130).

 

And these newly created teachers

are with many students

in many classes,

year after year,

and they never go back

to the way things were.

 

I Do Wish

by Mary Gagnon

 

I want

for the children

what I have described

happening to me

in the Lesley program.

 

I do wish

somebody

had taught me

that way

in elementary school,

that someone

had given me

that opportunity.

 

If teachers can change,

kids can change,

and if kids can change

education can change,

And if education can change,

society itself can change,

and if society can change,

life can change.

Through Them

by Stephen Gould, Principal

 

In helping teachers learn

to integrate the arts,

one of the first things

in all the classes

is to help the teachers

find

where

the arts                             intersect

with them as persons.

 

They’re so trained to be teachers

that they come to courses looking for lesson plans,

but that route isn’t the way.

 

The route is through them,

through bringing something alive

in them

and making some

connection

with an art form.

 

What follows from that flows naturally into the classroom,

and with their colleagues

because they have been

touched.

 

If schools are going to be

interesting places for kids,

teachers have to be people

who are capable of being

interested in things

themselves.

 

Teachers baptized as artists-- 

opened, stretched, spilled, filled,

pulled and tugged into new locations

within themselves.  

 

They know what's possible,

they have a little peek

into what size humans can truly be,

and down what pathways

it is possible to go

while we are alive. 

New Attitude

by Linda Newcombe

 

The arts helped me

form

a new attitude:

 

I’m willing

to try new things

and appreciate things

that are different.

 

Perhaps we need that attitude

in a multicultural society.

 

 

References

 Hirsch, E.(1999).  How to read a poem and fall in love with poetry. New York: Harcourt.

 

Mary Clare Powell, Ed.D, is professor at Lesley University, Cambridge, MA, where she directs the Creative Arts in Learning Division and teaches.  She is author of The Widow (1981), This Way Daybreak Comes:  Women's Values and the Future (1986), Things Owls Ate (1998), and Academic Scat (2002).  Forthcoming from Peter Lang Publishers is Little Signs of Hope:  Arts, Education and Social Change, of which she is co-editor. 

 

RESEARCH SUBJECTS—TEACHER TRANSFORMATION

 

Gardner Participants

Chris Conner, kindergarten

Linda Newcombe, kindergarten

Helen Deranian, Principal, Bennett School

Peggy Bennet, 3rd grade

Mary Gagnon, 3rd grade,

Stephen Gould, Principal, J.R. Briggs School

Pat McLynch, 4th grade

 

Boston Participants

Valerie Almeida, 4th grade, Dennis Haley School

Stephanie Cousins, 1st grade, R.D. Roosevelt School

Itonya Dismond, 4th grade, John Marshall School

George Milkowski, teacher, Lesley on-campus student

Shireen Samuel, 5th grade, Mendell School

Robin Williams, kindergarten, F.D. Roosevelt School

 


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