Friday, September 26, 2008
Embedding a YouTube Video into PowerPoint 2007
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monsoon History: A Multiliteracies Project
The project involves the students composing a video response to Shirley Lim's "Monsoon History". You will find that their projects share some common pictures and a particular video. This is because I gave them a small starter pack of resources to work with. This starter pack had about 5 images and one video, as a form of insurance, just in case things didn’t work out! The other resources, including music and audio, were sourced from the Internet by the students themselves. The entire project, from start
In the poem, Shirley Lim recollects her past experiences in Melaka, where she was born. She takes us back forty years to show how her family lives, surrounded by two different worlds: the natural world outside and the inside world of the home. She shares her experiences on the atmosphere and situation, where life is unique amongst creatures and natural phenomena. In this poem, she observes her surroundings and expresses how she perceives her Peranakan family within the setting of her home by the Straits of Melaka.
Here is the text of the poem, which forms part of the Form 4 literature component. Embedded below are 4 videos composed by the students in response to the poem.
Monsoon History
by Shirley Lim
The air is wet, soaks
Into mattresses, and curls
In apparitions of smoke.
Like fat white slugs furled
Among the timber,
Or sliver fish tunneling
The damp linen covers
Of schoolbooks, or walking
Quietly like centipedes,
The air walking everywhere
On its hundred feet
Is filled with the glare
Of tropical water
Again we are taken over
By clouds and rolling darkness.
Small snails appear
Clashing their timid horns
Among the morning glory
Vines.
Drinking milo,
Nyonya and baba sit at home.
This was forty years ago.
Sarong-wrapped they counted
Silver paper for the dead,
Portraits of grandfathers
Hung always in the parlour.
Reading Tennyson, at six
p.m. in pajamas,
Listening to down-pouring
rain; the air ticks
With gnats, black spiders fly,
Moths sweep out of our rooms
Where termites built
Their hills of eggs and queens zoom
In heat. We wash our feet
For bed, watch mother uncoil
Her snake hair, unbuckle
The silver mesh around her waist,
Waiting for father pacing
The sands as fishers pull
From the Straits after monsoon.
The air is still, silent
Like sleepers rocked in the pantun,
Sheltered by Malacca
This was forty years ago,
When nyonya married baba.
Below is an interpretation by Nur Hanifiza.
This is Asilah's interpretation of Monsoon History:
And here is a response to the poem by Ain:
Here is Zulaikha's video response: