TG's forfatterskole
TGs ”forfatterskole”
Tårnby Gymnasium & HF har også en ”forfatterskole” i form af en workshop for skriveinteresserede, ledet af Henrik Ploug.
Gruppen mødes med jævne mellemrum og diskuterer elevernes egne tekster, og ny inspiration til læsning og skrivning kan deltagerne også få.
Den del af skolens hjemmeside, som du er på nu, bringer eksempler på workshop-deltagernes egne skriverier. Du kan også få dine ting lagt her ved at kontakte Henrik Ploug enten på skolen eller via mail: hp@tgy.dk.
Workshoppen er i øvrigt åben for alle. Hold øje med mødeindkaldelserne i Lectio.
Læs Peter Pisonis (1.q) Christmas Story
Nedenfor et par digte af Abbas (2.a)
They call him darkness ( Venom )
Good when it’s black, but best when it’s darkness
Must admit that I’m fly, the reason I keep it car-less
I get of sick, don’t have a car must mean I’m park-less
I set of quick, can’t call me retarded
I’m a beast, people keep saying “Oh he Heartless[1]”
And nah, I’m not on no MTV chart-list
Not the one you should be playing cards with
I know you have a pair of hearts, but me, I have my cards hid
I’m a monster the reason you keep hearing those GRAUWH-wisps’
Always reach the finish line, can’t say that I’m start-less
Don’t drink the poison, they call alcohol, you can call me bar-less
I’m super but I’m star-less
Don’t have my shooters, but I’m not war-less
Conclusion: I’m Star wars and Vader, Darth-less
In fact I have a shark-neck
Won’t hesitate to rip Peter Parker apart, yes
Spiderman might be on Mr. Marvel’s list
But I’m marvellous
I starve to scar his fist
Just to hear his jar-shit ripped
I’m in Marvel Comics; I’m not draw-less
They say I’m art stress
Borne on the planet earth, witch means I’m Mars-less
Mate I’m too smart... Check
Regardless... of what you think of this poem, in order to get it, you have to Restart, Press!
Written by Abbas S. Ali
[1] Heartless (ulykkelig kærlighed) var et mega hit på samtlige lister, rappet, sunget og skrevet af kunstneren Kanye West
This don’t need a name Remember it like it was yesterday Apparently not... two years later I broke her inside
I told her:” The wrongs are in me, not you” I could feel she was about to begin die
Turned out that I was the one being heartless... Her skin cried
My right hand rose itself and made her chin dry
I came home realising that I’ve had sinned wide Written By Abbas S. Ali - Phresjhnes
[1] Kvindelig amerikansk popsanger, med for meget makeup i ansigtet. En del af sanggruppen ” Black Eyed Peas”. De havde et storhit kaldet: ”My Humps”
Yes the day, was the best okay,
Must say .. Had a feeling this was one of them better days
Not one of them wetter days
It was in the month of May
Was turning 13, off topic, looking forward to my Birthday
Blessed to say, that yet I felt at my best that day
Sweet things I could say to her, in my mind went on replay.
“Get your romance on, there’s so many choices” that’s what my inner voices constantly had to say
Girl came all the way from Norway
She’d do that for me; I was like no way, but oh wait,
She did, so I went away, wondering’ how to get her feet swept away
We met where waves by surfers get chased
This girl was perfect
No wonder I started getting nervous
I spoke in low volume; hoped that no-one heard us
Felt like she was my world, word up didn’t want anything to hurt us.
This girl was all natural, not like Fergie[1], didn’t shake humps
When she wakes up
No need spending half an hour on make-up,
Natural beauty indeed she was, didn’t want us to break-up
This girl could look gorgeous in a night-dress
Far from them other girls, who looked like mess
Didn’t wore them tight dress’
Girl understood the fact that less is more, come to think about it, a west I wore
Started putting my hand in the pocket of my west, for sure
Took out a necklace, with a heart on it , I wanted to start best
Just hoping this girl wasn’t going to be heartless
So I started the test, she passed, thought to myself she’s smart, YES.
“ ‘Till death do you apart, bless”
Josefine Marker, 1 d, har, dec. 2009, skrevet et stykke kortprosa:
Hun kigger rundt i lokalet. Alle griner og smiler, det er ironisk. Hun kender deres hemmeligheder, det lyser ud af deres øjne. Sorger. Hun kender sin egen hemmelighed. Hun griner med. Det er sådan vi overlever tænker hun. Det er alle bevidste om.
Drinor Durmishi, 1 c, har, dec. 2009, skrevet et digt:
Missing a part of me
I Miss you
Miss your smell
Miss your sound
Miss your body
Miss your soul
Miss my friend
Miss my love
Miss my everything
Miss my only one
Miss my support
Miss your eyes
And you lies
I’m still missing a part of me.
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