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.

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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.

& 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
Branch Call Number: J 811 GRAND
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.

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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