Professor Yaffle
Butterbeans and Breadcrumbs
Do you think this poem is suitable for study in school (age 15-16)? Why or why not?
For background, see the following pages:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/7594566.stm
http://www.guardian.co.uk/education/2008/sep/04/gcses.english
http://www.guardian.co.uk/education/2008/sep/06/gcses.poetry.carol.ann.duffy
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/sep/06/poetry.gcses
Education For Leisure by Carol Ann Duffy
Today I am going to kill something. Anything.
I have had enough of being ignored and today
I am going to play God. It is an ordinary day,
a sort of grey with boredom stirring in the streets.
I squash a fly against the window with my thumb.
We did that at school. Shakespeare. It was in
another language and now the fly is in another language.
I breathe out talent on the glass to write my name.
I am a genius. I could be anything at all, with half
the chance. But today I am going to change the world.
Something’s world. The cat avoids me. The cat
knows I am a genius, and has hidden itself.
I pour the goldfish down the bog. I pull the chain.
I see that it is good. The budgie is panicking.
Once a fortnight, I walk the two miles into town
for signing on. They don’t appreciate my autograph.
There is nothing left to kill. I dial the radio
and tell the man he’s talking to a superstar.
He cuts me off. I get our bread-knife and go out.
The pavements glitter suddenly. I touch your arm.
For background, see the following pages:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/education/7594566.stm
http://www.guardian.co.uk/education/2008/sep/04/gcses.english
http://www.guardian.co.uk/education/2008/sep/06/gcses.poetry.carol.ann.duffy
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/sep/06/poetry.gcses
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