Current Project: Poetry Anthology/Analysis
English/Language Arts Content Standards for Word Analysis: Vocabulary and Concept Development
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•1.1 Identify and use the literal and figurative meanings of words and understand word derivations.
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•1.2. Distinguish between the denotative and connotative meanings of words and interpret the connotative power of words.
English/Language Arts Content Standards for Literary Response and Analysis: Literary Criticism
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•3.11 Evaluate the aesthetic qualities of style, including the impact of diction and figurative language on tone, mood, and theme, using the terminology of literary criticism. (Aesthetic approach)
English/Language Arts Content Standards for Writing Applications:
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•2.3 Write expository compositions, including analytical essays and research reports:
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A.Marshal evidence in support of a thesis and related claims, including information on all relevant perspectives.
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B.Convey information and ideas from primary and secondary sources accurately and coherently.
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C.Make distinctions between the relative value and significance of specific data, facts, and ideas.
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D.Include visual aids by employing appropriate technology to organize and record information on charts, maps, and graphs.
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E.Anticipate and address readers’ potential misunderstandings, biases, and expectations.
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F.Use technical terms and notations accurately.
English/Language Arts Content Standards for Speaking Applications:
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•2.4 Deliver oral responses to literature:
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A.Advance a judgment demonstrating a comprehensive grasp of the significant ideas of works or passages (i.e., make and support warranted assertions about the text).
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B.Support important ideas and viewpoints through accurate and detailed references to the text or to other works.
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C.Demonstrate awareness of the author’s use of stylistic devices and an appreciation of the effects created.
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D.Identify and assess the impact of perceived ambiguities, nuances, and complexities within the text.
Contact Information
Christopher Dier
Lincoln High School Center For Social Justice
(619) 266-6500 ext.2547
Welcome to Dier’s Online Classroom
“Hands” By Sarah Kay
People used to tell me that I had beautiful hands.
Told me so often in fact that one day I started to believe them,
until I asked my photographer father 'hey daddy could I be a hand model?',
to which he said 'no way'.
I don't remember the reason he gave me,
and I would've been upset but there were far too many stuffed animals to hold,
too many homework assignments to write,
too many boys to wave at,
too many years to grow.
We used to have a game, my dad and I,
about holding hands.
Cos we held hands everywhere.
And every time either he or I would whisper a great big number to the other,
pretending that we were keeping track of how many times we had held hands.
That we were sure this one had to be 8, 002, 753.
Hands learn more then minds do.
Hands learn to hold other hands.
How to grip pencils and mould poetry.
How to tickle piano keys, dribble basketballs and grip the handles of a bicycle.
How to hold old people and touch babies.
I love hands like I love people.
They are the maps and compasses with which we navigate our way through life.
Some people read palms to tell you your future,
but I read hands to tell your past.
Each scar makes a story worth telling.
Each callused palm each cracked knuckle a missed punch or years working in a factory.
Now I've seen middle eastern hands clenched in middle eastern fists,
pounding against each other like each country sees their fists like warriors and enemies.
Even if fists alone are only hands.
But this is not about politics,
no hands are not about politics.
This is a poem about hands, and fingers.
Fingers interlock like a beautiful zipper of prayer.
One time I grabbed my dad's hand so that our fingers interlocked perfectly.
But he changed position saying "no, that hand hold is for your mom!".
Kids high-five but grown ups shake hands.
You need a firm handshake,
but don't hold on too tight,
but don't let go too soon,
but don't hold on for too long.
Hands are not about politics.
When did it become so complicated?
I always thought it was so simple.
The other day my Dad looked at my hands as if seeing them for the first time
and with laughter behind his eyelids,
and with all the seriousness a man of his humour could muster he said
"you know you've got nice hands, you could've been a hand model!".
