Week 9 English 1 – October 13-17 Campana
Reminders: Use Laptops, analogies, continue poetry, return last week’s worksheets
Materials Needed: Lit Book, Folders, RC Books, paper/markers/computers, power point, quizzes,
Goals for this week: continue poetry through popular song lyrics : SEE POETRY/ SONGS BELOW
Evaluation: poetry interpretation
Benchmarks: a141-2-3-4, a241-2, c141-2-3, e141, e145, a243
Monday 10/13/08
U.S.S.R- Read for 15 minutes (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
JOURNAL WRITING- Discuss reading in front of class for a grade (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
GRAMMAR- Topic Sentence (BT: Knowledge)
VOCAB- Poetry terms (see below) (BT: Knowledge)
TODAY’S FOCUS LESSON- Read, interpret, listen to The Highwayman(BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
HOMEWORK- Read RC book (BT: Knowledge)
Tuesday 10/14/08
U.S.S.R- Read for 15 minutes
JOURNAL WRITING- Discuss reading in front of class for a grade
GRAMMAR- Topic Sentence (BT: Knowledge)
VOCAB- Poetry terms (see below) (BT: Knowledge)
TODAY’S FOCUS LESSON- Read, interpret, listen to Hollywood Nights (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
HOMEWORK- Read RC book (BT: Knowledge)
Wednesday 10/15/08
U.S.S.R- Read for 15 minutes (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
JOURNAL WRITING- Discuss reading in front of class for a grade (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
GRAMMAR- Topic Sentences (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
VOCAB- Poetry terms (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
TODAY’S FOCUS LESSON- Read, interpret, listen to Lyrics of Sympathy for the Devil (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
HOMEWORK- Read RC book (BT: Knowledge)
Thursday 10/16/08
U.S.S.R- Read for 15 minutes (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
JOURNAL WRITING- Discuss reading in front of class for a grade (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
GRAMMAR- Topic Sentences (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
VOCAB- Poetry terms (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
TODAY’S FOCUS LESSON- Read, interpret, listen to Songs by Bruce Springsteen (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
HOMEWORK- Read RC book (BT: Knowledge)
Friday 10/17/08
U.S.S.R- Read for 15 minutes (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
JOURNAL WRITING- Discuss reading in front of class for a grade (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
GRAMMAR- Topic Sentences (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
VOCAB- Poetry terms (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
TODAY’S FOCUS LESSON- Read, interpret, listen to My Father’s Gun (BT: Knowledge, Understanding, Application)
HOMEWORK- Read RC book (BT: Knowledge)
Vocabulary Terms for 10/13/08
Poetry Terms
1. rhyme - a likeness of sound at the end of words
2. imagery- language which appeals to the readers sense of hearing, sight, smell, taste, or touch
3. figurative language- communicates ideas besides the ordinary, literal meaning
4. personification- giving human qualities to a non- human thing
5. simile- a comparison using LIKE or AS
6. metaphor- a direct comparison without using LIKE or AS
7. alliteration- repetition of consonant sounds at the beginning of words
8. assonance- a repetition of vowel sounds in non-rhyming words
9. consonance- a repetition of consonant sounds within or at the end of words
10. rhythm- a pattern of sound created by the arrangement of stressed and unstressed syllables in a line
11. onomatopoeia- words that sound like what they mean (ex buzz, crack)
12. meter- a repeated rhythmic pattern
13. speaker- the voice that tells the ideas or story of the poem
14. narrative poem- a poem which tells a story
15. epic poem- a long narrative poem
16. haiku poem- a Japanese poem with 3 lines
The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes (1880-1958)
THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
Marching—marching—
King George's men came matching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain .
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
Hollywood Nights by Bob Seger
She stood there bright as the sun on that California coast
He was a Midwestern boy on his own
She looked at him with those soft eyes,
So innocent and blue
He knew right then he was too far from home he was too far from home
She took his hand and she led him along that golden beach
They watched the waves tumble over the sand
They drove for miles and miles
Up those twisting turning roads
Higher and higher and higher they climbed
And those Hollywood nights
In those Hollywood hills
She was looking so right
In her diamonds and frills
All those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
She had all of the skills
He headed west cause he felt that a change
Would do him good
See some old friends, good for the soul
She had been born with a face that would her
Get her way
He saw that face and he lost all control
He had lost all control
Night after night, day after day, it went on and on
Then came that morning he woke up alone
He spent all night staring down at the lights of LA
Wondering if he could ever go home
And those Hollywood nights
In those Hollywood hills
It was looking so right
It was giving him chills
In those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
With a passion that kills
In those Hollywood nights
In those Hollywood hills
She was looking so right
In her diamonds and frills
All those big city nights
In those high rolling hills
Above all the lights
She had all of the skills
1. How many characters are in this poem?
2. Describe each character.
3. What is the setting of this poem?
4. What is the plot of this poem?
Secret Song by Rolling Stones
Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what’s my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what’s my name
I tell you one time, you’re to blame
1. List 4 historical ALLUSIONS.
2. Who are the czar and Anastasia in St. Petersburg?
3. What is a blitzkrieg?
4. What is a troubadour?
5. Who really did kill (all three) Kennedys?
6. What do all these historical allusions have in common?
7. Who is the SPEAKER of this poem?
Into The Fire by Bruce Springsteen
The sky was falling and streaked with blood
I heard you calling me then you disappeared into the dust
Up the stairs, into the fire
Up the stairs, into the fire
I need your kiss, but love and duty called you someplace higher
Somewhere up the stairs into the fire
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
You gave your love to see in fields of red and autumn brown
You gave your love to me and lay your young body down
Up the stairs, into the fire
Up the stairs, into the fire
I need you near but love and duty called you someplace higher
Somewhere up the stairs into the fire
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
It was dark, too dark to see, you held me in the light you gave
You lay your hand on me
Then walked into the darkness of your smoky grave
Somewhere up the stairs into the fire
Somewhere up the stairs into the fire
I need your kiss, but love and duty called you someplace higher
Somewhere up the stairs into the fire
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your strength give us strength
May your faith give us faith
May your hope give us hope
May your love give us love
May your love give us love
The Rising by Bruce Springsteen
Can't see nothin' in front of me
Can't see nothin' coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far I've gone
How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
On my back's a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder a half mile line
Come on up for the rising
Com on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Left the house this morning
Bells ringing filled the air
Wearin' the cross of my calling
On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
Spirits above and behind me
Faces gone, black eyes burnin' bright
May their precious blood forever bind me
Lord as I stand before your fiery light
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
I see you Mary in the garden
In the garden of a thousand sighs
There's holy pictures of our children
Dancin' in a sky filled with light
May I feel your arms around me
May I feel your blood mix with mine
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancin' on the end of the line
Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life)
Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)
Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight
Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life (a dream of life)
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight