Monday, December 12, 2011
I Did Enact Julius Cesar
Monday, December 5, 2011
Hamlet Paper Due
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Nanowrimo GOOOOOO!
Congratulations to all of our Nanowrimo novelists!
We’ll be having a launch celebration, get to know one another, and find out the juicy details of the extra credit.
EVL 2:05pm
Monday, November 28, 2011
Brevity: Not Always the Soul of Wit

Ah! My titles crack me up. No seriously -
Monday, November 21, 2011
Thanks Hamlet

By next Monday I'd like you all to have listened to this radio program about a production of Hamlet and respond to it in a blog entry.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
To Do or Not To Do
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Critical Essays
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Permanent (Reading) Vacation

Did I just allude to Aerosmith - potentially the worst rock band ever? Yes, I did. This is clearly a sign I need a vacation - of reading, that is.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Naturally

This week, I'd like you to finish our novel and write two blog entries: one about the last chapter and another that resolves some of your questions in earlier entries.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
A Discussion of ¨I Know A Man¨
Monday, September 26, 2011
POE MMMMMMMMMMMMM
Monday, September 19, 2011
Cormac on Being McCarthy

Write three reading blogs in the next week. In one of these blog entries, be sure to incorporate this interview with the author.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Register Exercise
Register Exercise
For each of the following excerpts identify the register (familiar, informal, formal, ceremonial). Circle four words that helped you reach your conclusion.
1. His sir sorry for not attending your class last week but I was very sick. I arrived today from a trip I was for the puente. I wanted to let you know that all my blogs are completed until last week. Furthermore I will talk to you tomorrow for anything else i am missing. Please take a look at them so you can grade them.
thanks,
2. And tonight, let us think back to the sense of unity that prevailed on 9/11. I know that it has, at times, frayed. Yet today’s achievement is a testament to the greatness of our country and the determination of the American people. The cause of securing our country is not complete, but tonight we are once again reminded that America can do whatever we set our mind to. That is the story of our history. Whether it’s the pursuit of prosperity for our people or the struggle for equality for all our citizens, our commitment to stand up for our values abroad, and our sacrifices to make the world a safer place.
3. OMG! I love lit. Holy mole, I want to be a poet, yo. J
4. In Brooklyn days, I wanted to be Carlos Ortiz, lightweight champion
of the world from Ponce, Puerto Rico. I gazed at the radiance
of the black and white television till it spoke to me in tongues,
a boy spellbound by the grainy spirits who stalked each other in the ring.
5. I pointed out that his force had overthrown the government that issued visas. But, in this kind of a stalemate, the guy with the gun wins. And that was Ayman.
Eventually, he came up with a solution. I would give him a ride to his hometown, Zawarah, and the visa requirement would disappear. I gritted my teeth and told him to jump in.
That incident points to a fear that many Americans have of the Libyan rebels. Are they just goons who will create their own tyranny or chaos?
Particularly after we embraced Hamid Karzai in Afghanistan, only to see him engulfed by corruption, it’s fair to ask whether the Libyan rebels will do any better. The uncertainties are real. But, after my recent visit to Libya, I’m guardedly optimistic.
Monday, September 12, 2011
A Million Visions and Revisions
In addition, over the course of this week write two reading blogs. Respond to any two other reading blogs.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
And That Has Made All the Difference
Monday, September 5, 2011
What is a reading blog?
Reading to Blog
What's more important the book or our interpretations of the book? Can there be a book without there being interpretation? We'll be able to answer some of those questions after we've recorded the history of our relationships with our books.
In order to preserve paper, as well as to promote our communication with the academic world outside of CNG, we'll be keeping blogs about the books we read.
You will write your own blogs, and respond to your blogs as prescribed by your weekly homework blog entry. You should not approach each blog the same way. With variety comes varied thought; therefore, I hope you focus on different topics and take different approaches in each entry.
Here are some possibilities:
-Respond to the text personally:
I never had my house blown down by a wolf, but I have felt loss. For example, I once abandoned my favorite apartment. I left most of my furniture there, some clothes, even a television!
-Connect text to another book, a film, work of art, a comic or any other creation:
The Three Little Pigs reminds me of The Matrix. When the Wolf "huffed and puffed and blew his house down" he acted just as Morpheus did for Reeve's character. Suddenly, Reeves was without the security he once felt.
-Ask questions to later answer:
What might the grandmother represent? Why would the Wolf want to blow down the houses? How might I write a better ending? I would then maybe answer these questions in later blogs.
-Visual Vocabulary
Select the words you think it was important to define in the text. Match a picture to it on your blog post.
-Hyperlink
You might want to use the 21st century's answer to footnotes when you're talking about something that is not common knowledge. We'll do a demo of how to insert a hyperlink in class.
You may use any combination of these, or you can write your own type of entries. Let your reading guide your entries. Check StandardScore weekly for your reading blog grades starting next Friday.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Apocalypse How?

By next Monday (September 5th) complete two reading blogs. For each reading blog you should respond to 20-30 pages of text. We'll take out The Road in class together from the EVL.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Gatsby Miscellanies

Play a Gatsby game.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Searching for Buddy Bolden

Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Welcome to AP English Literature

This week you need to begin a blog here and then, once signed in comment on this post.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Finishing Grades, Listening to Poetry Podcasts
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Ezra Pound writes about "In a Metro Station"
from Modern American Poetry at U of Illinois
Ezra Pound (from Gaudier-Brzeska, 1916)
Three years ago in Paris I got out of a "metro" train at La Concorde, and saw suddenly a beautiful face, and then another and another, and then a beautiful child’s face, and then another beautiful woman, and I tried all that day to find words for what this had meant to me, and I could not find any words that seemed to meworthy, or as lovely as that sudden emotion. And that evening, as I went home along the Rue Raynouard, I was still trying and I found, suddenly, the expression. I do not mean that I found words, but there came an equation . . . not in speech, but in little splotches of colour. It was just that - a "pattern," or hardly a pattern, if by "pattern" you mean something with a "repeat" in it. But it was a word, the beginning, for me, of a language in colour. I do not mean that I was unfamiliar with the kindergarten stories about colours being like tones in music. I think that sort of thing is nonsense. If you try to make notes permanently correspond with particular colours, it is like tying narrow meanings to symbols.
That evening, in the Rue Raynouard, I realized quite vividly that if I were a painter, or if I had, often, that kind of emotion, of even if I had the energy to get paints and brushes and keep at it, I might found a new school of painting that would speak only by arrangements in colour.
And so, when I came to read Kandinsky’s chapter on the language of form and colour, I found little that was new to me. I only felt that someone else understood what I understood, and had written it out very clearly. It seems quite natural to me that an artist should have just as much pleasure in an arrangement of planes or in a pattern of figures, as in painting portraits of fine ladies, or in portraying the Mother of God as the symbolists bid us.
When I find people ridiculing the new arts, or making fun of the clumsy odd terms that we use in trying to talk of them amongst ourselves; when they laugh at our talking about the "ice-block quality" in Picasso, I think it is only because they do not know what thought is like, and they are familiar only with argument and gibe and opinion. That is to say, they can only enjoy what they have been brought up to consider enjoyable, or what some essayist has talked about in mellifluous phrases. They think only "the shells of thought," as de Gourmont calls them; the thoughts that have been already thought out by others
Any mind that is worth calling a mind must have needs beyond the existing categories of language, just as a painter must have pigments or shades more numerous than the existing names of the colours.
Perhaps this is enough to explain the words in my "Vortex": --
"Every concept, every emotion, presents itself to the vivid consciousness in some primary form. It belongs to the art of this form."
That is to say, my experience in Paris should have gone into paint. If instead of colour I had perceived sound or planes in relation, I should have expressed it in music or in sculpture. Colour was, in that instance, the "primary pigment"; I mean that it was the first adequate equation that came into consciousness. The Vorticist uses the "primary pigment." Vorticism is art before it has spread itself into flaccidity, into elaboration and secondary application.
What I have said of one vorticist art can be transposed for another vorticist art. But let me go on then with my own branch of vorticism, about which I can probably speak with greater clarity. All poetic language is the language of exploration. Since the beginning of bad writing, writers have used images as ornaments. The point of Imagisme is that it does not use images as ornaments. The image is itself the speech. The image is the word beyond formulated language.
I once saw a small child go to an electric light switch as say, "Mamma, can I open the light?" She was using the age-old language of exploration, the language of art. It was a sort of metaphor, but she was not using it as ornamentation.
One is tired of ornamentations, they are all a trick, and any sharp person can learn them.
The Japanese have had the sense of exploration. They have understood the beauty of this sort of knowing. A Chinaman said long ago that if a man can’t say what he has to say in twelve lines he had better keep quiet. The Japanese have evolved the still shorter form of the hokku.
"The fallen blossom flies back to its branch:
A butterfly."
That is the substance of a very well-known hokku. Victor Plarr tells me that once, when he was walking over snow with a Japanese naval officer, they came to a place where a cat had crossed the path, and the officer said," Stop, I am making a poem." Which poem was, roughly, as follows: --
"The footsteps of the cat upon the snow:
(are like) plum-blossoms."
The words "are like" would not occur in the original, but I add them for clarity.
The "one image poem" is a form of super-position, that is to say, it is one idea set on top of another. I found it useful in getting out of the impasse in which I had been left by my metro emotion. I wrote a thirty-line poem, and destroyed it because it was what we call work "of second intensity." Six months later I made a poem half that length; a year later I made the following hokku-like sentence: --
"The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals, on a wet, black bough."
I dare say it is meaningless unless one has drifted into a certain vein of thought. I a poem of this sort one is trying to record the precise instant when a thing outward and objective transforms itself, or darts into a thing inward and subjective.
Monday, May 16, 2011
AP Lit Farewell
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Confusion
10 Days Left!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Poetry Recital
Save the date!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Timing

Monday, April 4, 2011
Twelfth Night
Monday, March 28, 2011
This Week
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Two Non-fiction Texts for this week
Monday, March 14, 2011
White Sepulchre
Friday, March 11, 2011
Gastby News!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Age of Discovery
Monday, March 7, 2011
AP Exam Date Confirmed
Getting Dark
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Victor Goes Grammar
Monday, February 21, 2011
The Cherry Orchard is Mine!
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Cherry Orchard Performance
Thursday, February 10, 2011
The Cherry Orchard: A Permanent Vacation

Okay, please finish The Cherry Orchard by next week, when we'll miraculously travel back in time to the early 1800s with the Romantics. Write two blogs. In one, you must somehow discuss comedy (video encouraged). In the other you may catharsis or anagnorisis. Awwww! And just in time for Valentine's Day!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The Cherry Orchard Assigment
You may wish to watch this BBC production of the play to help your understanding.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Gardens, Trees, Orchards, and Related Shubbery

This week you're second draft of your Huck Finn papers are due on Wednesday or Thursday (consult calendar on Sharepoint).
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Paper on The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Where Twain Shall Meet
This week I’d like you to write a response to each of the following essays or articles about The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. I expect to see you citing text in your discussions. That is one response per article:
What’s different about this newer gentler edition of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn?
Are Huck and Jim a minstrel show?
Was Twain borrowing from others unjustly when he wrote The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn?
Oh, and a vocab list should you need it.