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Write On Site 2016

Write on Site 2016

Monday, July 18th to Friday, July 22nd Students, ages 13 to 15, immersed themselves in site-specific art at The Aldrich, guided by Barb Jennes, poet, writer, and currently an eighth-grade English teacher in Ridgefield.  Students spent the week exploring the installations, sculptures (indoors and out), and “play-with-it” interactive artwork of four outstanding contemporary artists. Students then expressed their deep engagement with the creative experience in writing for various literary media. The group collaborated, shared, and created with each other. A selection of the participants’ writing has been showcased in the galleries and on the this blog, offering Aldrich visitors a unique perspective into the...

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“Logs of Three” - A response to Virginia Overton’s Untitled (Log 1, Log 2 and Log 3) By Rosemary O’Keefe

Logs of three Flying above me Making me feel small Like I don't matter at all Big black steel Bold and real Tiny and slim against The big logs of three But do I feel small Pinned against a wall? Or do I feel strong and big? Like the wood above me Like giants’ fingers three Are just twigs Captured and pushed high Through the power and promise Of Man’s eye? And staring upward At the wooden giants above And looking and seeing Had me believing That the iron Is bold, sleek and strong But it just barely holds The...

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“Peter Liversidge” By Rosemary O’Keefe

Peter Liversidge A clever man A funny man He brought smiles He brought laughs Through His view Of art unlimited Three rows of proposals Each 20 proposals long Hum a merry song Of proposals thought of And proposals done Behind the proposals wall Are lines that get so close But never touch Some may fear there's just too much space In the room But to me There's just enough To walk right through And have some fun Maybe Keith Richards Might just come in And play his guitar Hook it up To the amp Turned on and waiting Across the...

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"What We Hear" By Donata Libonati

"What We Hear" By Donata Libonati

It’s not difficult to find the real meaning behind your wordsThe constricting sentences that are meant to mold usInto a shell of our beingTo make us the way you see fitThey suppress and bind, not allowing us to be What we are for fear of scolding and judgement and blameShamed for holding our heads high because we refuse to face away from the windAlways flinching, always watching, always waitingBut don’t think we don’t seeDon’t think we don’t hearDon’t think we don’t know what this isYour way of disguising the boundariesMaking them seem that they are helping, bettering, “for our own...

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"Going Nowhere" By Allison Hard

"Going Nowhere" By Allison Hard

People ask me where I am going -Where am I going?I'm going NowhereAll of the roads will lead back to oneThe road that leads to NowhereLeft or right or here or thereAll lead back to oneThe road that leads to NowhereExcept for one - somewhere?

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