Archbishop Ilsley Young Writers
This is the home page for the Young Writers Group at Archbishop Ilsley Secondary School in Birmingham UK. Established in February 1999, the group is part of the WrITe On Project, aimed at helping young men use writing creatively. They are all in Year 7 [11-12 years old].
The work in the school started with a 'kickstart' day of activities with professional writers, Andrew Fusek Peters, Martin Glynn, Peter Cann and
Peter Wynne-Willson. After this, applications were invited for pupils keen to commit themselves to the project, and a group of twenty was formed. The pupils have created a wide range of work, much of which is included on their pages. They have also made visits to four primary schools, and worked with groups of pupils who have themselves been creating new writing.
STOP PRESS: Since the project began, a
Girls Writers Group has also been established, working with writer Irene Yates, at the school. This group comprises twelve Year Seven pupils, and a page of their poems is now also on this site.
The group in July 1999 finished its first phase of work, and I finished my time as writer-in-residence. The progress made in that six months has been very impressive, and the group is set to continue into the new year, with a new writer-in-residence, and with the original members acting as mentors to next year's Year 7 - some of whom will have come from the Primary Schools involved.
Group Members - click on any highlighted names to see examples of our work.
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Joseph McGillicuddy
The following is a poem I wrote at the end of the project for the final performance, summing up the way the group has evolved:
007 - Poetic Licence To Kill
When I was young, I dreamed of being a famous secret agent
Who saved the planet every time the planet was endangered
I'd spend my days in Monaco, while working undercover
With a shaken dry martini, and a blonde bikini-ed lover
Look, any healthy growing boy's entitled to his dreams
And to the dreadful disappointment that the truth of manhood seems.
Sadly, when I came of age, I never got the call,
Her Majesty's Secret Service had no vacancies at all
Perhaps I was just out when the MI5 chiefs called
Or perhaps they saw my files and thought 'he's just too fat and bald'.
Anyway, when I grew up, I may not have been a spy
But I found my own excitements, as the passing days passed by.
And one way or another, goodness knows exactly how,
I gradually became the mixed-up grown-up I am now
I mention all this childhood stuff, because I had been conned
Because life for me proved just as hard as ever for James Bond
In all the frenzied action of my adolescent night
Though missions were impossible and predicaments were tight
I never conjured up so unachievable a task
As the one we faced in those dark days of February last
They said to me, the powers that be, some of them are here now
They said 'we have a job we see as suiting you somehow
Here are your instructions, please read them and then eat them'
I must have looked as though I wasn't quite sure to believe them
'The Arts Council's new policy, they have a pleasant taste
It's apparently a way of cutting down on paper waste'
I digested my instructions and a strangeness gripped my guts
I scrunched them up and swallowed them, which didn't help that much.
'You mean you want me to go there' - I trembled, I confess,
'Go there..with those..do that..with them…what, seriously?' 'YES'
'Go to Archbishop Ilsley School, and write there, with the boys'
My jaw dropped, with some sort of jaw-dropping kind of noise.
'You won't be on your own, you will be working with a team
You have a quite straightforward task - inspiring Acocks Green'
And so began the project which will culminate tonight
A band of Year Seven boys, forming a group to write.
And to ensure the enterprise began with wicked vibes
A dream-team of pen-pushers, a super-squad of scribes.
There was rapid rapper Martin, a poetic ball of fire
And the didgeridoo of Andrew too at six foot seven higher
And a pair of playwright Petes - one with beard and one with chins
This is the group that storms the school as our narrative begins.
In a magic day, their message raised the ceiling of the school
Clapping, rapping, idea-sapping, - writing can be cool
In the ensuing weeks and months the Writers Group was born
Creating work of strength and depth across a range of form
From playful wordplay poems, that were funny and appealing,
To emotional confessions of the deepest inner feelings.
We've built characters from nothing, created dramatic scenes
And written piles of gobbledigook, not knowing what it means
Storybooks for under fives, of Lunchboxes called Lenny
Adventures for the knowing few, space stories for the many.
No subject was too serious, no subject not allowed
As we followed every furrow that our inspiration ploughed.
We took our work as writers into four of our old schools
And worked in there as mentors, showing younger kids the rules.
We made a book of all our work, as you know - this is it.
We put it on the World Wide Web, for all the globe to visit
To perhaps inspire across the world any aspiring bard
Who previously thought that writing properly is hard
To spread the message far and wide convincing everyone
That writing isn't just a chore, that writing can be fun.
And every single member of this literary band
Has created something special, something quirky, something grand
There have been nice surprises here at almost every session
As each of these young writers finds his own unique expression.
We are writers
Words excite us
Though they can be dodgy blighters
We are poets
Though we know it
Sometimes means they jump and bite us
We are proud
To shout it loud
At the risk of laryngitis
We are writers
Words excite us
May the love of them unite us.
You can hear us
Being serious
Having stunning fun with puns
Or read grimly
How a simile
Met a metaphor here once
Herds of words
On spines of lines
Action, fiction
Satisfaction
Feet of beats
Rhymes sometimes
Story, gore
Imagination
We are writers
Words excite us
We are literacy fighters
If we're drowsy
Feeling lousy
It is words that will ignite us
We are proud
To shout it loud
At the risk of laryngitis
We are writers
Words excite us
May the love of them unite us.
So all in all it wasn't quite the nightmare that it seemed
Or the mission most impossible that this young writer dreamed
Instead it has been hours of fun, [with moments of impatience]
With the Young Writers of Archies, and their great imaginations.
May your writing long continue, may your passion stay alive
May it blossom and develop with enjoyment and with drive
May you long remember how it feels to join with everyone
To experiment, create, express, imagine, and have fun.
PWW July 1999
School Address
Archbishop Ilsley RC School, Victoria Road, Acocks Green, Birmingham
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