Technically, It's Not My Fault

Technically, It's Not My Fault

Concrete Poems

Book - 2004
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An eleven-year-old boy named Robert voices typicaland not so typicalmiddle-grade concerns in this unique, memorable collection of hilarious poems. His musings cover the usual stuff, like pizza, homework, thank-you notes, and his annoying older sister. In addition, he speculates about professional wrestling for animals, wonders why no one makes scratch-and-sniff fart stickers, designs the ultimate roller coaster (complete with poisonous spiders), and deconstructs the origins of a new word, snarpy. A playful layout and ingenious graphics extend the wry humor that is sure to resonate with readers of all ages.


Baker & Taylor
Offers the creative, imaginative, and weird thoughts of an eleven-year-old boy who, through a collection of poetry and fun illustrations, ponders the many things he sees and experiences in the world around him. Simultaneous.

Baker
& Taylor

Offers the thoughts of an eleven-year-old boy who, through a collection of poetry and illustrations, ponders the many things he sees and experiences in the world around him.

Publisher: New York : Clarion Books, [2004]
Copyright Date: ©2004
ISBN: 9780618428335
061842833X
9780618503612
0618503617
Branch Call Number: JR HIGH 811.6 Grandits 2004
Characteristics: 1 volume (unpaged) : illustrations (some color) ; 24 cm

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JCLChrisK Dec 03, 2013

The concrete aspect is merely a bonus, as the words themselves convey excellent personality and voice. Each poem is a brief vignette from the life of eleven-year-old Robert, a peek inside his head. He's clever, sardonic, and snarky, someone who feels very real and familiar. His poems are expressions of his cleverness, sardonicism, and snarkiness. ----- Like the "TyrannosaurBus Rex," that: "Early in the morning, I spy a group of small human children standing on the corner of Elm and Spring. I slam on my brakes. I open my mouth. "Come in, little children," I say. They don't want to, but they must. Their parents have delivered them to me. Human sacrifices. . . . I go to the school parking lot. I open my mouth and barf out my noisy, jumping, giggling, laughing, arguing breakfast. . . . " ----- Or "The Thank-You Letter (with Footnotes)" that thanks his aunt for the "amazing gifts" in the letter, then asks "Do you have the slightest clue what an 11-year-old boy likes?" in one of the 19 footnotes. ----- The concrete form expresses the content with the same cleverness, dancing across the page in various ways depending on what is being represented. It's hard (in a good way) to even think of these as poems, as they come across more as graphic representations of thoughts. ----- It's a quick read that I enjoyed greatly, and I'm already thinking of ways to share it with others.

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May 10, 2012

This is an extraordinary book of concrete poetry that will appeal to the middle school and high school student. Topics include basketball, vomiting, fireworks and sharing a pizza. Grandits has done a great job writing poems that will capture the imagination of teens and adults alike.

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