Getting creative with "Resurrection"

Koleka Putuma, whose poems I have been engaging with over the last series of posts, came to visit our class today and facilitated a lesson where we had to creatively engage with one of her poems.

Our group chose her poem "Resurrection", especially the lines

"There is enough blood lost for us to die
 There is enough blood left for us to live" 

Here are some of the responses we had:

This photo features my reflection in the glass of a framed photo of a floating person clothed in red and white flowing material. The red reminded me of the blood spoken of in the poem and the water the person is floating in reminded me of the water used to wash this blood off of the victims body.













In this photo the lines from the poem is written on a torn piece of paper that has soap and water splashed on it. Once again the photo refers to the "washing" of (off) the blood that Putuma refers to.

This video clip perhaps represents the two lines most. It features a person from my group opening her eyes. At the start it may appear that she is dead, but as the clip progresses we notice that she is alive. She opens her eyes to the fact that we need to speak about the history of South Africa in order to heal.






Overall Putuma's visit taught me to look at poems with the lens of intertext and how to use my own voice in a creative manner.

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