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English
Year 10 Trip to see
Macbeth
My wonderfully cultured Year 10s thoroughly enjoyed a
trip into the mind of Macbeth.
Three weird sisters operate a strange collection of
electronic musical apparatus.
Macbeth is invited in to play.
Playful, kaleidoscopic and horrific, Filter’s radical version
of Macbeth fused Shakespeare's corrosive, psychological
thriller about ambition, power, witchcraft and sanity with
innovative sound and music to take you on a strange,
funny and scintillating journey to the epicentre of the
'heat-oppressed brain'.
As part of their GCSE English course, the group went to see
the play performed by the Filter Theatre group at Exeter
University's Northcott Theatre.
English teacher Carrie Groves said:
The production
looked i
nto the psychology of the play in a way that
really opened the students' minds and they were able to
bring that alternative interpretation into their Controlled
Assessments.
The students were very open-minded about the way the
play was presented, asked intelligent questions and were,
in every way, a credit to the school.
I am incredibly proud of them.
Filter’s irreverent and contemporary recreations of the
classics –
Caucasian Chalk Circle
,
Three Sisters
,
Twelfth
Night
and
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
– have gone down
a storm in the UK and the World in the past few years.
Carrie Groves, English teacher
Sea Scape
Shelly O’Leary
The sun is so bright!
But the sea is a fright.
The sand is as golden as a pound
Coin. And the fried chips.
But the seaweed looks like slimy
tentacles.
If the seaweed is slimy
Then for sure, the fish is slimy.
The beach is endless – it goes on
For miles...
As the sky turns dull…
The sea comes to eat the sand castles.
As the sun says goodbye
And hello to the moon
The sky goes away… just to be seen
soon…
And then from midnight…
The beaches and sky are completely
dead.
Not a gull in sight…
Or even a smile in sight…
As the beach is awaiting the sun.
For another day full of fun.
The Gull
Anya Rose
Slimy, slippery, the bird
Lies there stiff and
Unfeeling.
I wish it was a living
Being.
I kneel down close to the
Ground.
It’s sheltered here,
And safe.
Pleasant.
(Minus the stench of rotting
Flesh and the sound of
My breath.)
Heavy.
Like my thoughts.
Steadily, steadily.
Remember to breathe.
Breathe in time to
The sound of
The sea.
Author Sara Greaves visits KEVICC
Recession
Jasmin Whitehead
The derelict hotel stood in its sadness as the
sky darkened.
The senseless waves smashed against the
steps.
The tangling creepers climbed
Up the cold stone walls
And into the darkness
Of the creases
As if
Ripping the building apart leaf
By leaf.
The boarded windows
Sheltered the swallowed
Depth of the inside.
As it blindly pleaded for sight.
Year 10 Poetry
