we just really appreciate you all being here tonight this is such a fun event
and these students have worked really really hard to get here and I really
want to congratulate them all I'm hoping there are absolutely no nerves in the
room on that side of the room right Jodi would you just step in here for a moment
Jodi coordinates our art show program and this of course couldn't
happen without you so thank you Jodi for your work so this evening would not be
possible without our judges and I'm looking at this panel here and they
volunteer their time to be here and it's kind of an intense job so thank you for
being here and I'm going to introduce each of them to you and Christopher you
go I'll introduce you first would you just stand up and say hello to the
audience this is Christopher Luna so Christopher during his five years as
Clark County's first poet laureate Christopher established a poets in the
Schools program and we have information I understand about that program that
we're hoping teachers will take a look at it's a great program he is the
co-host of the ghost town poetry open mic now in its 14th year so Luna and his
wife the poet Tony Partington co-founded printed matter Vancouver and that's a
local small press that provides editing services and writing coaching for
Northwest writers he's the author of several books as well I had a whole list
of him I was going to read but lots and lots of books and you know I just want
to say to you thank you so much for being here year after year he volunteers
his time I know he's passionate about poetry and about this program so thanks
for being here so I would also like to introduce
Michelle Larson Michelle would you stand up and say hello to the audience
Michelle is the Communications Manager for ESD 112 and I love her bio and I'm
just gonna read it as it is because she has a longtime love affair with the
beauty and power of words Michelle chaired the poetry anthology as
a senior at Colorado Mesa University when she won't say how long ago that was
unfortunately where she earned her degree in English literature she founded
the positive thought nonprofit the joy team in 2010 and has been spreading joy
ever since many of you might have seen the big the big yellow happy billboards
around town that's Michelle's nonprofit she is dedicated to children and their
education she's been volunteering at Hough Elementary for a decade and she
leads a junior joy team group there at how every month so Michelle thanks for
being here so we also have Donna Roberge Donna would you would you stand and say
hello Donna is a past chairwoman and charter member of the Clark County Arts
Commission she is recognized as one of the region's founding women she is
professor emeritus sociology at Clark College where she taught for 15 years
and we're so happy that you're here thanks so much for volunteering your
time to be here [Applause]
so we also have Catherine Livick, Catherine on the end Catherine is our
accuracy judge so you will see her nose to the grindstone tonight really making
sure that the students are accurate in their poetry recitation so Catherine's
still thinks of herself as a middle school teacher but she's currently the
Professional Development ESD 112 she develops curriculum for teacher
professional development around technology and acts as a technology
coach and consultant helping teachers integrate technology and school
districts around the region she also said she has quite a number of
opinions about coffee, Star Trek and plants so thank you for being here
Catherine we appreciate it so before we get started I just want to tell you a
little bit about tonight's competition we're going to be scoring the judges are
going to be scoring on several criteria and each is very very important, physical
presence, voice and articulation, dramatic appropriateness, evidence of
understanding, overall performance and accuracy of recitation so each student
is going to recite two poems tonight so we're gonna have two rounds and we're
gonna take a short break in between and we certainly hope we've got lots of
cookies and bottles of water so please especially at break time we hope you'll
you'll dive in to those when we conclude with two rounds we will announce the two
winners who will be going to the state competition in Tacoma and that happens
on March 10th so we're going to begin the competition
and just go in order of the program so first we would like Emma Busch to come up
from Vancouver School of Arts and Academics.
Time does not bring relief you all have lied by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief you all have lied who told me time would ease me of
my pain I miss him in the weeping of the rain I want him at the shrinking of this
high the old snows melt from every mountainside and last year's leaves are
smoke in every lane but last year's bitter loving must remain heaped on my
heart and my old thoughts abide there are a hundred places where I fear to go
so with his memory they brim and entering with relief some quiet place
were never felt his foot or shown his face I say there is no memory of him
here I'm so stand stricken so remembering him.
Rhiannon Evans from Trout Lake school [Applause]
I'm trying to break your heart by Kevin Young
I'm hoping to hang your head on my wall in shame the slightest taxidermy
thrills me fish forever leaping on the living room wall paperweights made from
skulls of small animals I want to wear your smile on my sleeve and break your
heart like a horse or its leg weeks of being bucked off then all at once you're
mine put me down I want to call you thine to tattoo mercy along my knuckles
I assassin down the Avenue I hope to have you forgotten by noon to know you
by your knees pulse seed by prayer loneliness is a science consider the
taxidermist's tender hands trying to keep from losing skin the bobcat grin of the
living.
okay and next we have Sandra Fachiol from Battle Ground High School.
Mr. Darcy by Victoria Chang in the end she just
wanted the house and a horse not much more what if he didn't own the house or
worse not even a horse how do we separate the things from a man the man
from the things is a man still the same without his reins here it rains every 15
minutes it would be foolish to marry a man without an umbrella did Cinderella
really love the prince or just the prints on the curtain in the ballroom
once I went window shopping but I didn't want a window when do you know it is
time to get a new man one who can win more things at the fair I already have
four stuffed pandas I won from the fair fair and square is it time to be less
square to wear something more revealing in North and South she does the dealing
gifts and the money in the end but she falls in love with him when he has the
money when he is still running away if the water is running in the other
room is it wrong for me to not want to chase it because it bones nothing else
when I waved to a man I love what happens when another man with a lot more
bags waves back.
okay Meg Fritz from Stevenson High School
[Applause] elegy on toy piano by Dean Young
for Kenneth Kooch you don't need a pony to
connect you to the unseeable or an airplane to connect you to the sky
necessary it is to love to live and there are many manuals but in all
important ways one is on one's own you need not cut off your hand
no need to eat a bouquet your head becomes a peach pit your tongue a
honeycomb necessary is to live to love to charge into the burning tower than
charged back out and necessary it is to die even for the trees even for the pony
to nesting you to what can't be grasped the injured gazelle falls behind the herd
one last wild and jab meant because of the sores in his mouth
the great poet struggles with a dumpling his work has enlarged the world but the
world is about to stop including him he is the tower the world runs out of when
something becomes ash there is nothing you can do to turn it back about this
even diamonds do not lie.
okay and next we welcome Isaac Lu from Cedar Tree Classical Christian school
[Applause] the glories of our blood and state by
James Shirley the glories of our blood
and states our shadows not substantial things there is no armor against fate
death lays his icy hand on king's scepter and Crown must tumble down and
in the dust to be equal made with the poor crooked sight than Spade some men
with swords may reap the field and plant fresh laurels where they kill but their
strong nerves at last must yield they tame but one another still early or late
they stoop to fate and must give up their breath when they pale captives
creep to death the Garland's wither on your brow then
boast no more your mighty deeds upon deaths purple altar now see where the
victor victim pleads your heads must come to the cold to only the actions of
the just smells sweet and blossom in their dust.
okay Alaya Mays from Camas High School
Mrs. Caldera's house of things by Gregory Jinnah Keon
you are sitting in Mrs. Caldera's kitchen you are
sipping a glass of lemonade and trying not to be too curious about the box of
plastic hummingbirds behind you the tray of timeless forks at your elbow you have
heard about the backroom where no one else has ever gone and whatever enters
remains refrigerator doors fuse coils mower blades milk bottles pistons gears
you never know she says rummaging through a cedar chest
of recipes when something will come of use there is a vase of pencil tips on
the table a bowl full of miniature wheels and axles upstairs where her
children slept the doors will not close the stacks of magazines are burgeoning
there are snow shoes and lampshades bedsprings and picture tubes and boxes
and boxes of irreducible zhh you imagine the headline in the
literalist Express house founders under weight of past but Mrs. Caldera is
baking cookies she is humming a song from childhood her arms are heavy and
strong they have held babies a husband tractor parts and gas tanks
what have they not found a place for it is getting dark you have sat for a long
time if you move you feel something will be disturbed there is room enough only
for your body stay a while Mrs. Caldera says I never have you felt so valuable.
[Applause] okay next we have Grace Melbuer
from Ridgefield High School
Quite Frankly by Mark Holliday they got old they got old and tied but
first okay but first they compose plangent depictions of how much they
lost and how much cared about losing meantime their hair got thin and more
thin as their shoulders went slumpy okay but not before the photo albums got
arranged by them arranged with a nifty Ness
not just two or three but 18 photo albums yes 18 eventually 18 albums
proving the beauty of them and not someone else then their relations and
friends incontrovertible playing croquet in that Bloomington yard floating on
those comic inflatables at Dal Lake giggling at the Dairy Queen waltzing at
the wedding building a Lego palace on the porch holding the baby beside the
rental truck leaning on the Hemingway statue at Pamplona discussing the
Eternity of art and that Sardinian restaurant yes and so quite frankly at
the end of the day they got old and died okay sure but quite frankly how much
does that matter in view of the 18 photo albums big ones 13 inches by 12 inches
each full of such undeniable beauty.
[Applause] okay and our last performer of this
round will be Laney Pham from Battle Ground High School
[Applause]
beautiful wreckage by WD Ehrhart what if I didn't shoot the old lady running
away from our Patrol or the old man in the back of the head or the boy in the
marketplace or what if the boy but he didn't have a grenade and the woman in
way didn't lie in the rain in a mortar pit with seven Marines just for food
Gaffney didn't get hit in the knee Ames didn't die in the river Ski didn't die in a
medevac chopper between Con Thien and Da Nang. in Vietnamese Con Thien means place of
angels what if it really was instead of the place of rotting sandbags incoming
heavy artillery rats and mud what if the angels were Ames and Ski or the lady
the man and the boy and they lifted Gaffney out of the mud and healed his
shattered knee what if none of it happened the way I said would it all be a lie
with the wreckage be suddenly beautiful with the dead rise up and walk?
well that concludes round one how about we give
these students a big round Applause
well we're going to go now in reverse alpha order which means the young lady
that you just heard from we'll be right back up doing her poem Laney Pham from
Battle Ground High School [Applause]
Movement Song by Audre Lourd I have studied the tight curls on the back
of your neck moving away from me beyond
anger or failure your face in the evening schools of longing through
mornings of wish and ripen we were always saying goodbye in the blood in
the bone over coffee before dashing for elevators going in opposite directions
without goodbyes do not remember me as a bridge nor roof
as the maker of legends nor as a trapdoor to that world where black and
white clerical 's hang on the edge of beauty in five oclock elevators
twitching their shoulders to avoid other flesh and now there is someone to speak
for them through mornings of wish and ripen
line your goodbye is a promise of lightning
in the last angels hand unwelcome and warning the sands have run
out against us
we were awarded by journeys away from each other into desire into morning's
alone where excuse and endurance mingle conceiving decision do not remember me
as disaster nor as the keepers secrets I am a fellow writer in the cattle cars
watching you move slowly out of my bed saying we cannot waste time only
ourselves.
okay and now for her second poem Ridgefield High School's Grace Melbeur
[Applause] we're good okay
Dear Reader by Rita Mae Reese you've forgotten it all you've forgotten your
name where you lived who you loved why I am
simply your nurse terse and unlovely I point to things and remind you what they
are chair look daughter soup and when we were alone I tell you what lies in each
direction this way is death and this way after a longer walk is death in that way
is death but you won't see it until it is right in front of you once after your
knees had been to visit you and I said something about how you must love her or
she must love you or something useless like that you gripped my forearm in your
terrible Swift hand and said she is everything you gave me a shake
everything to me and then you fall back into the well deep into the well of
everything and I stand at the edge and call chair book daughter
soup [Applause]
Catherine are you are you good to go with okay great
and now Alaya Mays for her second poem from Camas High School
layabout by John Brehm do nothing and everything will be done
that's what Mr. Lao Tzu said who walked around talking 2500 years ago and now
his books practically grow on trees they're so popular and if he were alive
today beautiful women would rush up to him
like waves lapping up the shores of his wisdom that's the way it is
I guess humbling but if I could just unclench my fists empty out my eyes turn
my mind into a prayer flag for the wind to play with we could be brothers him
the older one who's seen and not done at all and me still unlearning both of us
slung low in our hammocks our hats tipped forwards
hands folded neatly like bamboo huts above our hearts
thank you okay and now we have Isaac Lu from Cedar Tree Classical Christian
School a thank you note by Michael Ryan
my daughter made drawings with the pens you sent line drawings that suggests the
things they represent different from any drawings she at ten had done closer to
real art implying what the mind fills in for her mother she made a flower fragile
on its stem for me a lion calm contained but not too handsome one she drew a lion
for me once before I wanna get well card and wrote I must
be brave even when it's hard such love is healing as you know my
friend especially when it comes unbidden from our children despite the flaws they
see so vividly in us who can love you as your child does
your son so ill the brutal chemo his looming loss owning you now yet you
would be this generous to think of my child
with the Pens you sent she has made I hope a healing instrument
[Applause] okay from Stevenson High School Meg
Fritz
Abandoned Farmhouse by Ted Kooser he was a big man says the size of his
shoes on a pile of broken dishes by the house and a tall man too
says the length of the bed in an upstairs room and a good god-fearing man
says the Bible with a broken back on the floor below the window dusty with Sun
but not a man for farming says the fields cluttered with boulders and the
leaky barn a woman lived with him says the bedroom wall papered with ligh
lights and the kitchen shelves covered in oil cloth and they had a child says
the sandbox made from a tractor tire money was scarce says the jars of plum
preserves and canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar hole and the winter is cold
say the rags in the window frames it was lonely here says the narrow
country road something went wrong says the empty house in the weed-choked yard
stones in the field say he was not a farmer the still sealed jars in the
cellar say she left in a nervous haste and the child its toys are strewn in the
yard like branches after a storm a rubber cow a rusty tractor with a broken
plow a doll in overalls something went wrong they say.
okay as Sandra Fachiol from Battle Ground high school
late summer by Jennifer Graz before the moths have even
appeared to orbit around them the street lamps come on a long row of them glowing
uselessly along the ring of garden that circles the city center where your steps
countdown the dulling of daylight at your feet
a bee crawls and small circles like a toy unwinding summer specialises in time
slows it down almost to dream and a noisy day goes so quiet you can
hear the bedraggled man who visits each trash receptacle mutter and disbelief
everything in the world is being thrown away summer lingers buddy it's about
ending it's about how things read in and ripen and burst and come down it's when
the city workers cut down trees demolishing limb after limb spilling the
crumbs of twigs and leaves all over the tablecloth of Street sunglasses the man
softly exclaims while beside him blooms a large gray rows of pigeons huddled
around a piece of dropped bread
okay and Rhiannon Evans from Trout Lake school [Applause]
Dyed Carnations by Robyn Schiff there's blue and then
there's blue a number not a hue this blue is not the undertone of anyone but
there it is primary I held the bouquet in shock and cut the stems at a deadly
angle I open the toxic sachet of flower food with my canine and rinsed my now I
used to wash my hands and daydream I dreamed myself and washed my hands of
everything easy math now I can't get their procedure at the florist off my
mind white flowers arrived they overnighted
in a chemical bath and now they have a fake laugh that catches like a match
that starts the kind of kitchen fire that is fanned by water they won't even
look at me happy anniversary
[Applause] okay in our last performance by Emma
Busch Vancouver School of Arts and Academics
[Applause] it is not it's okay
it is not by Valerie Martinez we have the body of a woman in arch over the
ground but there is no danger her hair falls spine bowed but no one is with her
the desert yes with its cacti bur sage Sidewinders she is not in danger if we
notice there are the tracks of animals moving east toward the sunrise and the
light is about to touch the woman's body without possession here there are no
girls bones in the earth marked with violence a kala blooms just two feet
away it blooms there is a man like her father who wakes
to a note saying I have gone for a day to the desert now he knows she is in
danger he will try to anticipate what happens to a young woman how it will
happen how he will deal with the terrible in him he feels he knows this
somehow he knows because there are many he knows who are capable this place she
has gone to where but it doesn't matter there is first of all the heat which
scorches snakes with their coils and open mouths men who go there with the
very thing in mind the very thing it is the desert on its own miles beyond what
anyone can see not peaceful nor vengeful it does not bow down
it is not danger I cannot speak of it without easing or troubling myself
it is not panorama nor theatre I do not know it is conception the gifts or
burdens I bear whether arch a prayer or danger they can happen yes we conceive
them this very woman I know the man does sit tortured the desert created nearly
embodies its place and watch us lay our visions o God upon it.
[Applause] okay and that concludes Round two before
we break for a moment I would really love to have all the teachers who are
here supporting their students stand for us so we can give you a round of
applause that's awesome that you're here and thank you to to all the families who
support these students I was sitting over there thinking just about how much
they have on their plates just going to school and with studies and just to take
their time to do this activity as well as is a lot so one more big round of
applause okay so we're gonna break for ten
minutes and then we will come back and announce the two who scored the highest
in this competition.
oh we're actually going to announce the two students with
the highest scores and I will tell you is very close and our score keepers
would you Susan and Jodi would you come out and let's give you a round of
applause when I went back there they were on their triple time checking the
score so they're very thorough and so without further ado I think I'll go
ahead and announce the highest scores these are in no certain order and these
are the students who will represent our region at the state competition so very
excited to announce one of the top scorers is Alaya Mays from Camas High School.
[Applause] all right and our other top score
tonight is Isaac Lu from Cedar Tree Christian School
[Applause] okay feel free please thank you so much
for coming and feel free to stay and have more cookies and thanks again for
being here
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