Arringovisitatori, I'm not dead! ;-) (I would have given the good news boys)
I'm back here to update you (as a bit 'I do not do) on the work of Arringoboys!
Resume then a little 'speech with the IIA: we are facing and reinforcing writing connotative, ie one that uses certain rhetorical devices so expressive. Thing that so, it would be maybe a hammer sull'alluce ...:-)
rhetoric and its figures, in fact, are much more present to what we believe in everyday life and be able to explain in shape can be not only useful but also very funny! The evocative power of the figures is remarkable: you want to put "snow" with "slowly crumbles heaven" ? you want to put "the rustle of leaves" with "mumbled the old tunes forest" ? There seems to be there to really feel that green or whisper to see the slow dance of the snowflakes?
so I told the guys that make use of figures increases the involvement of the reader, it makes him and encouraged him to active reading : if they want that their text comes out from the page and take life behind the eyes and mind of the reader ... have to pull out your suitcase and take the right tools! :-)
What can he do? A simile? A metaphor? A synesthesia? A personification? And why? What do you mean with that figure? What do you suggest? What experience?
These are important questions that kids should do when you approach to writing expression.
If is to stimulate the imagination of the reader ... you must be careful in the choice of instrument and to avoid overloading.
We started with a poem by A Negri, a day that was really snowed:
DANCE SNOW
the fields or roads,
quiet and mild,
wheeling, snow
falls.
Dance flap white
it the wide sky playful,
then rests on the ground,
tired .
motionless in a thousand forms,
rooftops and chimneys,
on stones and gardens,
sleeping.
All of it is about peace
closed in deep oblivion,
indifferent world
silent.
And after you have read, commented and analyzed the tools used by the poet, taking advantage of the white landscape that we had around, here's what they wrote some of them, standing on the ledge, or imagining ... Stand out:
The first flakes of snow
fall
and in a moment the bare trees with a white coat s
are covered
Children run in the street
there is happiness
the Snowmen style garden
decorate
Snow is the magic of
Snow is the joy of a child
The rest of the winter snow is
Snow is silent .... .
Constance Testa
white flakes falling on my face,
white flakes, soft .....
I locked up a statue in a glass bubble,
no one heard me,
no longer existed,
just me and the snow ...
white flakes, soft .....
I locked up a statue in a glass bubble,
no one heard me,
no longer existed,
just me and the snow ...
Cecilia Bernardini
And why stop at the snow, reuse of others' styles ? Starting with photos of children or those taken from the internet ... ... the boys are indulged with poems by the four seasons!
Carry two years of style Flavia Mercado :
The Sun
Thou sun, which falls between
The Hiding
waves. You
sun, you make the sky a rainbow
in many colors.
The reflection on the water looks the way
What should I do to get to you,
The sea has become
A table,
where the waves seem to stay
between the arms of
sand. ;
The Hiding
waves. You
sun, you make the sky a rainbow
in many colors.
The reflection on the water looks the way
What should I do to get to you,
The sea has become
A table,
where the waves seem to stay
between the arms of
sand. ;
Autumn
trees welcome you to gusts,
even greet the summer.
joke with the autumn leaves,
although silence is around.
The avenue goes to infinity,
although I get the impression of a finger.
And again Cecilia Bernardini, with his "Autumn is upon us"
although 'round about everything is turned off,
the bare trees,
spoil the immense avenue,
though all lonely.
hovering in the air,
the first leaves fall slowly ....
painting the landscape.
A colorful carpet, painted
autumn color,
ignites gold scarlet
sunlight.
Wind jokes
with the icy blue waters ....
All lights in colors ...
All is empty ....
Autumn is upon us .........
Again
You, Earth
You, Earth
're like a
solitary bird
flying in the sky.
Your boat
isolated in your
hands as a
child looking
of their parents.
Your mountain
is like
a boy in love.
Your trees
are like two
people
is so fond of.
Your water
thirsts for you
and your stones
need the
your company.
(Ilaria Tolomei)
And finally ... a good group of descriptive alliteration! (Oh my God, it seems that the poetic version dell'Alligalli ;-))
In large planetary
the bright moon,
lantern in the world,
illuminates the long fields of lemon trees.
clear light around her.
Elisa, Cecilia, Ilaria and Flavia
And why stop at poetry? Why not use these techniques even in the prose writing?
But that's another post ...!
:-)
The prof.
