View the above Poetry Slam by Shane Koyczan - Beethoven. What kind of images come to mind when you watch the video? How does the poem make you feel? Use phrases/words from the poem in your response.
Beethoven J.S. When I listen to this poem I can really feel the intense passion the reader has. He really makes you invision so many pictures that are just astounding, and could never possibly be brought to your mind if you had not heard the deep words. I think of
When I watched this video it brought images of a small boy playing at a piano and his father screming at him that he was not good enough. Then as the poem went on I pictured a deaf grown man who still played piano beautifully and spoke through his music. He could never truly feel how much people loved his music because he could not hear them. -Hannah
N.R. This man made read the poem in a way that was very expressive. It looked like he was the one who was being scolded for not being good enough at piano. He painted two pictures in my mind: One of a boy playing piano with fingers like withering flower stems with a man that looks like his father standing beside him scolding him and one of a deaf man playing piano and a crowd beside him looking utterly lost in his music. I really like how this man uses his hands.
Beethoven J.S. (continued) When I listen to this poem I can really feel the extreme passion the reader has for the truthful words in the poem. He holds lots of expression with his hands tossing them and twisitong them around as if he is bringing together the poems with the essence of his being, as he twists and turns his hands. He brings a new way of thinking about the poem, he really makes it touch your heart. When he says "his father made a habit of hitten him." You get a vision of a father, angered standing over his son, looking down on him without pride or happiness, as if to say he will never do. There is also a little child there playing to the depth of his heart tinkling the keys making the most amazing sound, gazing out into the crowd deaf to the love they are expressing, not hearing the amazing remarks that he is recieving. Like the poem says "Little boy living in a house where fame means nothing." You can also see a young boy stressing over the piano, holding his hands to his head bitting his lip in sadness thinking to himself "if I can get this right dad will get so mad at me, I don't enjoy this anymore." It makes me feel sad for the boy playing, it makes me really feel all the sorrow sadness, boredom, and disgust the father expresses to Beethoven and the fact he can not here all the nice comments and people cheering him on that is just downright sad. -Julia
When lisening to Shane Koyczan's Beethoven I picture a room with a piano and a little boy playing it. His father is standing over him with a look of discust and when the boy finishes and turns around his father tells him he is "not good enough" and prepares his hand to strike. Since Beethoven later became deaf he couldn't hear the beautiful sounds he was creating. "Couldn't hear the audiance's clapping, couldn't hear the people loving him," is a line from the poetry slam that makes me quite sad. Beethoven, who was told constantly by his father that he wasn't good enough, could not even hear the people aplauding him. I also makes me inspired because, a boy who LOVED to make music had so many things put in his way, discouregement, loss of hearing, but he never gave up and kept at it and put his all into everything.
That was amazing performance. I could listen to this all day! He uses so much expression in his speech. He paints a picture of a boy playing the piano but his father standing next to him yelling "not good enough!" all because he was "hard of hearing."It makes me fell sad because he gave everything up for only one thing he only "bent his knees"for music and his father told him that "he was not good enough," and stuck him. I fell bad for him, his father hit him and he could not use his ears. his life was not the easiest one, but it was one that lead to fame.
"Little boy living in a house where a name meant nothing, living in a house where mercy had to be earned through each perfect note tumbling up through the roof to tickle the toes of angels whose harps couldn't hold half the passion held in the hands of a little boy who was hard of hearing. Beethoven." That is one of the best ways to describe Beethoven's life. It is also the most interesting and poetic way to describe Beethoven's life that I've ever heard. Think about it, "...where a name meant nothing..." That could mean that it didn't matter who he was or who he is thought of now, he was a little boy. "...where mercy had to be earned..." meaning that it wasn't easy living in a house where all you heard was "not good enough" and when your father wasn't there to criticize you, and people were actually praising you, he couldn't hear it.
Many people, including me, think that the symphony of sound Beethoven created by putting "finger to ivory" is beautiful. The strongest way this was portrayed in my mind was when I pictured the line," As they let the music invade their nervous system like an armada marching through firing cannon balls detonating every molecule in their body into explosions of heavenly sensation each note leaving track marks over every inch of their body making them ache for one more hit. He was an addiction..." But to get to his level he must show devotion, and he showed it by not quitting, even without a musicians most important sense, he worked through it, and when he couldn't do something vital, he improvised like when he "amputated the legs of his piano" to feel the vibrations more clearly.
I also liked how Koyczan incorporated song by singing Ode To Joy, and how he mixed a metaphor and onomatopoeia together when he says, " repeating itself like a b-b-broken record b-b-broken record."
I really like how he really gets your attention by starting in a serious, yet sing-songy voice, and then sets a steady beat with a catchy rhythm, yet staying serious. It just is perfect to get your attention from the first to his last word.
This poem portrays the image of a poor boy, beat up and tired, yet devoted to his music. Keeping at it until he could no longer play, yet it was "not good enough", not for his father, but for everyone else. He is sitting at his old piano, maybe out of tune, but no matter, it doesn't bother him. I see him evolving into a teen, now into a young adult, and then finally into the adult we recognize today, still hammering away on the piano, not stopping. The symphony forming into a giant crescendo of talent, of beauty, of perfection.
When I watched and listened to this video I saw in my mind a young boy, six or seven, sitting very straight wearing a white collar that was almost choking him on a piano seat crying whenever he missed one single not. I saw a boy who was afraid , so afraid that he dug deep within himself and living for his music. When he could hear he received no praise but after he couldn’t he received great praise. With welt marks that lined his back as he was his father’s punching doll. That is the idea the poem gave me of a sad broken boy who wants to be understood.
The words make me want to pity him as cooped up in that lonely house, playing and playing until every key stroke was perfect. Where a name meant nothing.. Where mercy had to be earn sounds that unless he did a really good job playing he got beaten. This man is an abusive father just because he wanted to make Beethoven a genius.
His father made a habit out of hitting him Some men drink, some men yell, some beat their children This man did it all I guess because all men want their sons to be geniuses. Beethoven
Little boy living in a house where a name meant nothing Living in a house where mercy had to be earned Through each perfect note tumbling up through the roof to tickle the toes of angels Who harps couldn’t hold half the passion was held in the hands of a young boy who hard of hearing Beethoven
When I Heard this poem I thought of a little boy playing on a piano and his father telling him to play and practice until his hands were cramped. I thought of music so good that it could make the stars dance. I thought of him playing on the piano with no legs and vibrating as he played it.
In this poetry slam I can really feel the reciters passion for poetry because it puts all of these pictures in my head. He used a lot of expression and he really knew when to speak loudly and when to speak softly.
Everyone knows Beethoven as a musician, but in this poem by Shane Koyczan it shows you how he really was behind all of his fame. It tells us that there was a "Little boy living in a house where a name meant nothing. Living in a house where mercy had to be earned.". To me this says the when Beethoven was growing up nobody really cared what he did or who he was just as long as he earned his way throught life.
"Through each perfect note tumbling up through the roof to tickle the toes of angels" this line tells me that every note that he played would be so perfect that they could be heard all the way in heaven and "tickle the toes of angels" along the way.
The one line in this poem that paints me the most vivid picture is, " As they let the music invade their nervous system like an armada marching through firing cannon balls detonating every molecule in their body into explosions of heavenly sensation each note leaving track marks over every inch of their body making them ache for one more hit. He was an addiction" this part of the poem shows me that when you hear Beehtoven play his music, it take over you and you hear it in a different way and you start to become the song.
I liked how Shane sang a part of "Ode to Joy" and then continued his poem about Beethoven not being able to hear the people cheering for his exellence.
A picture that came to my mind when i heared this poem being presented was the cleanly cut ivory that is turned into piano keys.
This poem makes a picture in my head of a small child being beaten by his dad, while he is telling him he is good for nothing and useless, then while he is playing the piano, he plays with no major flaws, but he remembers his dad's words and beats himself up for messing up. so he practiced and practiced until he was perfect, but he would not except perfection. Michael b
This man uses big expressions and different volumes to show his point. This is much different then reading a poem.
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Beethoven J.S.
ReplyDeleteWhen I listen to this poem I can really feel the intense passion the reader has. He really makes you invision so many pictures that are just astounding, and could never possibly be brought to your mind if you had not heard the deep words. I think of
When I watched this video it brought images of a small boy playing at a piano and his father screming at him that he was not good enough. Then as the poem went on I pictured a deaf grown man who still played piano beautifully and spoke through his music. He could never truly feel how much people loved his music because he could not hear them. -Hannah
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ReplyDeleteThis man made read the poem in a way that was very expressive. It looked like he was the one who was being scolded for not being good enough at piano. He painted two pictures in my mind: One of a boy playing piano with fingers like withering flower stems with a man that looks like his father standing beside him scolding him and one of a deaf man playing piano and a crowd beside him looking utterly lost in his music. I really like how this man uses his hands.
Beethoven J.S. (continued)
ReplyDeleteWhen I listen to this poem I can really feel the extreme passion the reader has for the truthful words in the poem. He holds lots of expression with his hands tossing them and twisitong them around as if he is bringing together the poems with the essence of his being, as he twists and turns his hands. He brings a new way of thinking about the poem, he really makes it touch your heart. When he says "his father made a habit of hitten him." You get a vision of a father, angered standing over his son, looking down on him without pride or happiness, as if to say he will never do. There is also a little child there playing to the depth of his heart tinkling the keys making the most amazing sound, gazing out into the crowd deaf to the love they are expressing, not hearing the amazing remarks that he is recieving. Like the poem says "Little boy living in a house where fame means nothing." You can also see a young boy stressing over the piano, holding his hands to his head bitting his lip in sadness thinking to himself "if I can get this right dad will get so mad at me, I don't enjoy this anymore." It makes me feel sad for the boy playing, it makes me really feel all the sorrow sadness, boredom, and disgust the father expresses to Beethoven and the fact he can not here all the nice comments and people cheering him on that is just downright sad.
-Julia
When lisening to Shane Koyczan's Beethoven I picture a room with a piano and a little boy playing it. His father is standing over him with a look of discust and when the boy finishes and turns around his father tells him he is "not good enough" and prepares his hand to strike.
ReplyDeleteSince Beethoven later became deaf he couldn't hear the beautiful sounds he was creating. "Couldn't hear the audiance's clapping, couldn't hear the people loving him," is a line from the poetry slam that makes me quite sad. Beethoven, who was told constantly by his father that he wasn't good enough, could not even hear the people aplauding him. I also makes me inspired because, a boy who LOVED to make music had so many things put in his way, discouregement, loss of hearing, but he never gave up and kept at it and put his all into everything.
That was amazing performance. I could listen to this all day! He uses so much expression in his speech. He paints a picture of a boy playing the piano but his father standing next to him yelling "not good enough!" all because he was "hard of hearing."It makes me fell sad because he gave everything up for only one thing he only "bent his knees"for music and his father told him that "he was not good enough," and stuck him. I fell bad for him, his father hit him and he could not use his ears. his life was not the easiest one, but it was one that lead to fame.
ReplyDelete"Little boy living in a house where a name meant nothing, living in a house where mercy had to be earned through each perfect note tumbling up through the roof to tickle the toes of angels whose harps couldn't hold half the passion held in the hands of a little boy who was hard of hearing. Beethoven." That is one of the best ways to describe Beethoven's life. It is also the most interesting and poetic way to describe Beethoven's life that I've ever heard. Think about it, "...where a name meant nothing..." That could mean that it didn't matter who he was or who he is thought of now, he was a little boy. "...where mercy had to be earned..." meaning that it wasn't easy living in a house where all you heard was "not good enough" and when your father wasn't there to criticize you, and people were actually praising you, he couldn't hear it.
ReplyDeleteMany people, including me, think that the symphony of sound Beethoven created by putting "finger to ivory" is beautiful. The strongest way this was portrayed in my mind was when I pictured the line," As they let the music invade their nervous system like an armada marching through firing cannon balls detonating every molecule in their body into explosions of heavenly sensation each note leaving track marks over every inch of their body making them ache for one more hit. He was an addiction..." But to get to his level he must show devotion, and he showed it by not quitting, even without a musicians most important sense, he worked through it, and when he couldn't do something vital, he improvised like when he "amputated the legs of his piano" to feel the vibrations more clearly.
I also liked how Koyczan incorporated song by singing Ode To Joy, and how he mixed a metaphor and onomatopoeia together when he says, " repeating itself like a b-b-broken record b-b-broken record."
I really like how he really gets your attention by starting in a serious, yet sing-songy voice, and then sets a steady beat with a catchy rhythm, yet staying serious. It just is perfect to get your attention from the first to his last word.
This poem portrays the image of a poor boy, beat up and tired, yet devoted to his music. Keeping at it until he could no longer play, yet it was "not good enough", not for his father, but for everyone else. He is sitting at his old piano, maybe out of tune, but no matter, it doesn't bother him. I see him evolving into a teen, now into a young adult, and then finally into the adult we recognize today, still hammering away on the piano, not stopping. The symphony forming into a giant crescendo of talent, of beauty, of perfection.
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ReplyDeleteWhen I watched and listened to this video I saw in my mind a young boy, six or seven, sitting very straight wearing a white collar that was almost choking him on a piano seat crying whenever he missed one single not. I saw a boy who was afraid , so afraid that he dug deep within himself and living for his music. When he could hear he received no praise but after he couldn’t he received great praise. With welt marks that lined his back as he was his father’s punching doll. That is the idea the poem gave me of a sad broken boy who wants to be understood.
ReplyDeleteThe words make me want to pity him as cooped up in that lonely house, playing and playing until every key stroke was perfect. Where a name meant nothing.. Where mercy had to be earn sounds that unless he did a really good job playing he got beaten. This man is an abusive father just because he wanted to make Beethoven a genius.
His father made a habit out of hitting him
Some men drink, some men yell, some beat their children
This man did it all
I guess because all men want their sons to be geniuses.
Beethoven
Little boy living in a house where a name meant nothing
Living in a house where mercy had to be earned
Through each perfect note tumbling up through the roof to tickle the toes of angels
Who harps couldn’t hold half the passion was held in the hands of a young boy who hard of hearing
Beethoven
When I Heard this poem I thought of a little boy playing on a piano and his father telling him to play and practice until his hands were cramped. I thought of music so good that it could make the stars dance. I thought of him playing on the piano with no legs and vibrating as he played it.
ReplyDeleteIn this poetry slam I can really feel the reciters passion for poetry because it puts all of these pictures in my head. He used a lot of expression and he really knew when to speak loudly and when to speak softly.
Oh and I am Robert.
ReplyDeleteIn this poetry slam the sentence that put a picture in my head was the one where he was saying that it was "not good enough!"
ReplyDeleteEveryone knows Beethoven as a musician, but in this poem by Shane Koyczan it shows you how he really was behind all of his fame. It tells us that there was a "Little boy living in a house where a name meant nothing. Living in a house where mercy had to be earned.". To me this says the when Beethoven was growing up nobody really cared what he did or who he was just as long as he earned his way throught life.
ReplyDelete"Through each perfect note tumbling up through the roof to tickle the toes of angels" this line tells me that every note that he played would be so perfect that they could be heard all the way in heaven and "tickle the toes of angels" along the way.
The one line in this poem that paints me the most vivid picture is, " As they let the music invade their nervous system like an armada marching through firing cannon balls detonating every molecule in their body into explosions of heavenly sensation each note leaving track marks over every inch of their body making them ache for one more hit. He was an addiction" this part of the poem shows me that when you hear Beehtoven play his music, it take over you and you hear it in a different way and you start to become the song.
I liked how Shane sang a part of "Ode to Joy" and then continued his poem about Beethoven not being able to hear the people cheering for his exellence.
A picture that came to my mind when i heared this poem being presented was the cleanly cut ivory that is turned into piano keys.
This poem makes a picture in my head of a small child being beaten by his dad, while he is telling him he is good for nothing and useless, then while he is playing the piano, he plays with no major flaws, but he remembers his dad's words and beats himself up for messing up. so he practiced and practiced until he was perfect, but he would not except perfection. Michael b
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