Poetry

Today we analyzed "Ozymandias" and "In the inner city" using various poetry analysis approaches.

Happy Thanksgiving

Today we worked on "Ozymandias". Students are to read through chapter 11 of Sound & Sense over the weekend. We will continue analyzing poems next week.

Poetry

Today the groups discussed the poem "The Chimney Sweepers". Each group was given a different strategy for poetry analysis to use. TWIST, DIDLS, SOAPSTone, SIFT

Poetry

Today we discussed the poems the students wrote about on Friday. Students are to read chapter 8 of Sound & Sense for HW.

Poetry essay

Students are to read chapter 7 of Sound and Sense for HW and bring in their essay prompts.

Pds 3 and 6 completed different essay prompts.

Pd 6 completed the following essay:
(Suggested time—40 minutes)

The following two poems present opposing views on euthanasia. Read the poems carefully. Then write an essay in which you compare and contrast the two poems, analyzing how each poet uses literary devices to make his point.


HOW ANNANDALE WENT OUT
"They called it Annandale--and I was there
To flourish, to find words, and to attend:
Liar, physician, hypocrite, and friend,
I watched him; and the sight was not so fair
As one or two that I have seen elsewhere:
An apparatus not for me to mend--
A wreck, with hell between him and the end,
Remained of Annandale; and I was there.
"I knew the ruin as I knew the man;
So put the two together, if you can,
Remembering the worst you know of me.
Now view yourself as I was, on the spot--
With a slight kind of engine. Do you see?
Like this. . . You wouldn't hang me? I thought not."
--E. A. Robinson


To the Mercy Killers
If ever mercy move you murder me,
I pray you, kindly killers, let me live.
Never conspire with death to set me free,
but let me know such life as pain can give..
Even though I be a clot, an aching clench,
a stub, a stump, a butt, a scab, a knob,
a screaming pain, a putrefying stench,
still let me live, so long as life shall throb.
Even though I turn such traitor to myself
as beg to die, do not accomplice me.
Even though I seem no human, mute shelf
of glucose, bottled blood, machinery
to swell the lung and pump the heart–even so,
do not put out my life. Let me still glow.
Dudley Randall (b. 1914)

Pd 3 completed the following essay:
1980 Poem: “One Art” (Elizabeth Bishop)
Prompt: Write an essay in which you describe how the speaker's attitude toward loss in lines 16-19 is related to her attitude toward loss in lines 1-15. Using specific references to the text, show how literary devices and language contribute to the reader's understanding of these attitudes.

One Art by: Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Poetry HW

We have spent the last 2 days discussing the poems "After Apple-Picking" and "To His Coy Mistress"

Students are to read chapter 6 of Sound and Sense for HW.

Poetry HW

Students are to read chapter 5 of Sound and Sense.

Poetry

Today we discussed the poems that the students wrote about. Monday we will discuss poems from Sound and Sense.

Poetry

Pd 3 completed the following essay:
(Suggested time—40 minutes)

The following two poems present opposing views on euthanasia. Read the poems carefully. Then write an essay in which you compare and contrast the two poems, analyzing how each poet uses literary devices to make his point.


HOW ANNANDALE WENT OUT
"They called it Annandale--and I was there
To flourish, to find words, and to attend:
Liar, physician, hypocrite, and friend,
I watched him; and the sight was not so fair
As one or two that I have seen elsewhere:
An apparatus not for me to mend--
A wreck, with hell between him and the end,
Remained of Annandale; and I was there.
"I knew the ruin as I knew the man;
So put the two together, if you can,
Remembering the worst you know of me.
Now view yourself as I was, on the spot--
With a slight kind of engine. Do you see?
Like this. . . You wouldn't hang me? I thought not."
--E. A. Robinson


To the Mercy Killers
If ever mercy move you murder me,
I pray you, kindly killers, let me live.
Never conspire with death to set me free,
but let me know such life as pain can give..
Even though I be a clot, an aching clench,
a stub, a stump, a butt, a scab, a knob,
a screaming pain, a putrefying stench,
still let me live, so long as life shall throb.
Even though I turn such traitor to myself
as beg to die, do not accomplice me.
Even though I seem no human, mute shelf
of glucose, bottled blood, machinery
to swell the lung and pump the heart–even so,
do not put out my life. Let me still glow.
Dudley Randall (b. 1914)

Pd 6 completed the following essay:
1980 Poem: “One Art” (Elizabeth Bishop)
Prompt: Write an essay in which you describe how the speaker's attitude toward loss in lines 16-19 is related to her attitude toward loss in lines 1-15. Using specific references to the text, show how verse form and language contribute to the reader's understanding of these attitudes.

One Art by: Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.


Students are to bring these poems to class tomorrow for discussion.

Poetry

Today students discussed the poems "Mirror" and "There's been a death in the opposite house" in small groups and then as a class.

Tomorrow students will complete an in class writing on poetry.

Sound and Sense

Students are to read chapter 4 of Sound and Sense.

Blogs are Closed

No more blogging! Stop it!

Poetry HW

Students are to read chapter 3 of Sound and Sense.

Poetry HW

Students are to read chapter 2 of Sound and Sense for HW.

Poetry HW

Students are to bring their completed quizzes in for discussion.

Students are to read chapter 1 of Sound and Sense for HW.