Monday, November 25, 2013
Poetry
Today we began analyzing "The Oxen" by Thomas Hardy. Students also received a new vocab list which is due before Thanksgiving break.
Friday, November 22, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
Poetry
Today students analyzed "in Just-" and "Miniver Cheevy" using several of the tables they received last week.
Students also received vocab hw, which is due on Friday.
AP English Literature & Composition
Vocabulary List
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1. allocation-
2. ascetic-
3. beguile-
4. crass-
5. defray-
6. dint-
7. enjoin-
8. envoy-
9. interloper-
10.vicarious-
11.admonish-
12.akimbo-
13.lassitude –
14.licentious-
15.muse- (verb)
16.pecuniary-
17.plight-
18.presumptuous-
19.subversive-
20.vacuous-
Friday, November 15, 2013
Poetry
Today we discussed the two poems that students received yesterday. Also, MC test II (take 1) is due Monday.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Tpcastt, didls, sift, and twist
Today students tested out several strategies for reading and analyzing poetry.
Students received the following prompt which is from the 2008 exam (form b):
(Suggested time—40 minutes. This question counts as one-third of the total essay section score.)
The following two poems present animal-eye views of the world. Read each poem carefully. Then write an essay in
which you analyze the techniques used in the poems to characterize the speakers and convey differing views of the
world.
HAWK ROOSTING
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.
5 The convenience of the high trees!
The air’s buoyancy and the sun’s ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth’s face upward for my inspection.
My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
10 It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot
Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly—
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
15 There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads—
The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
20 No arguments assert my right:
The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.
—Ted Hughes
From Lupercal, by Ted Hughes.
Faber & Faber Ltd., 1960.
GOLDEN RETRIEVALS
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s—oh
joy—actually scared. Sniff the wind, then
5 I’m off again: muck, pond, ditch, residue
of any thrillingly dead thing. And you?
Either you’re sunk in the past, half our walk,
thinking of what you never can bring back,
or else you’re off in some fog concerning
10 —tomorrow, is that what you call it? My work:
to unsnare time’s warp (and woof!), retrieving,
my haze-headed friend, you. This shining bark,
a Zen master’s bronzy gong, calls you here,
entirely, now: bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow.
—Mark Doty
Copyright © 1998 by Mark Doty.
Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Poetry
Today students outlined an essay for the poem "My Last Duchess" and then discussed their examples.
Monday, November 11, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Monday, November 4, 2013
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