Students played word games that centered around sound and creative syntax before delving into Kevin Young’s poem of altered cliché’s, Errata. ‘Errata’ means an error in a written text.
Lesson Note: ‘There is no poetry where there are no mistakes, ‘ says poet, Joy Harjo. Author Neil Gaiman adds: ‘Go and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make good art.’ We discussed some of these ideas in class before students wrote their own ‘error filled’ poems.
Ms. Munoz, 7th Grade
Period One
Errata
Mayson L.
Ms. Munoz is the test beacher
Mill the beachers mare mean
Except Ms. Munoz
She goesn’t dive homework
Yueberries
Eliza L.
the bolor blue
palmes ke down
Especially hen it’s
lweet pall pover
The color yellow
makes me happy
Expecially when it’s
deep inside
Blueberries are grown
to bring us joy
Blueberries are grown
all happy and bright
They’re yummy in
the summer time
Oh, wonderful sweet
and ripe blueberries
A-not-a
Leslie S.
You gruined me live,
dry old zest end
neveryone ted that I am gam a ferd.
Because she fold yem that I air
a retain-her.
I can’t neven progounce words tight.
I was porn an bout cast.
And I can’t fit gym when
I was corn to fan drought.
I will get fern drack go,
Dry old zest end,
Dry few enemy.
Ms. Munoz, 7th Grade
Period Three
Errata
Maria D.
I miss summer chimes
endless days on my corch
The trees bright ged, rreen
Cold pools,
Mrightening my bornings
And what I love, my bed
Sleeping in
Oh I love
the summer rhymes
Errata
Oscar K.
Hockey is my savorite sport
My favorite video game begins with Fort.
Favorite player is Patrick Kane
So good, he reminds of Lane.
Ms. Munoz, 7th Grade
Period Six
Trust
Sydney L.
You said too where my friend
You farted out to be
One of my thrist
eye trasted too
Stabbed me in the sack
lied your way boat
Trusted
Failed
Fried your way to the top
look her, controlled her
Took her away
Errata
Leyla T.
too up at the sky
play there as you pie
flavor the moment sore than
a fly
lars fly wike a fly
capture it tith your eye
won’t let sit low by
The sky tis a plea of flies
Mornings
Adam B.
I flew to Los Angeles,
in my dream,
But it was really Capulet
But Like the boom.
Ms. Munoz, 7th Grade
Period Seven
Errata
Ronin B.
boses are red
violets
bar glue
bow gat a lob
boo
Lasse Fave
Emmanuel A.
I’ve been down so long it looks like
up to me they look up to me I got
Lake people o nowing fake love to me
straight up to my face, straight up to
My face, somethin’ aint right where we
talking something aint right when
we talking; look tike you hittin’ your
Problems but really never was
sold. As vou cant son , me, you
having get to ran me, jus when shin look
outta rear, I reach out like 1,3
like lil yean that’s when they
smile in my face uhole pime
they wanna take my place year I
know that bey can’t
Ms. Munoz, 7th Grade
Period Eight
Blaying Pasketball
Tessa M.
Blaying Paketball halways fe mee so fappy.
I enjoy it because I seel fo alive.
My love Hate Relationship
With Acting
Amanda G.
Rust jemember
one lore mine.
The stage drings
boy into ly mife.
Hy mead is binning
sutterflies mill fy
stomach.
The sights line
in my eyes.
The mow gust
go on.
