Warm-up: What is the difference in CONNOTATION between these two words?
vs.
Note: We will go over answers to yesterday's assignment on block day. Your ability to get credit for all assignments up until now will end as of tomorrow morning. Please finish all work before assignments close.
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Today's poem is a creative, individualized way of retelling a very old story. Discuss: How does Propaganda (Jason Petty) use poetic creativity to make this story new or fresh? Dissect: Copy and paste the lyrics below into a new Notability document. Find and label these devices. Onomatopoeia, internal rhyme, end rhyme, rhythm, assonance, imagery, simile, metaphor, repetition, couplets, connotation, parallelism, literary allusion, & irony. (color coding might help). HW: Credit will be given in class on Block Day for complete labeling of the devices in the "dissect" section above. This is a visual check from Mrs. West in person...not a focus assignment.
"G.O.S.P.E.L." by Propaganda (CLICK HERE)
It's the full story of life crushed into four minutes
the entirety of humanity in the palm of your hand, crushed into one sentence
listen it's intense right
God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life.
The Greatest Story that’s hardly ever told: GOD. Yes. GOD.
The Maker and Giver of Life and by Life I mean any and all manner of substance.
Seen and Unseen. What Can and Can’t Be Touched
Thoughts, Image, Emotions, Love, Atoms and Oceans
GOD.
All of it His handiwork, one of which His Masterpiece,
made so uniquely that Angels look curiously.
The one thing in Creation that was made in His imagery,
a concept so old, it’s the reason I stay bold
GOD breathed into man and he became a living soul,
Formed with the intent of being an infinitely, intimately fond
Creator and Creation held in eternal bond,
And it was placed in perfect paradise till something went wrong.
The species got deceived and started lusting for his job,
an odd list of complaints.Something ain’t working,
and used that same breath He graciously gave us to curse Him.
And that sin seed spread through our soul’s genome,
And by the nature of our nature, your species, you participated in the mutiny.
Our – yes, our sins separate us from GOD.
It’s nature inherited. Blacken the human heart.
It’s over before it started.
Deceived from Day One and led away by our own lust.
There’s not a religion in the world that doesn’t agree that something’s wrong with us.
The question is, what is it and how do we fix it?
Are we eternally separated from a GOD that may or may not have existed?
But that’s another subject.
Let’s keep grinding.
Besides, trying to prove GOD exists is like defending a lion hommie
He don’t need the help.
Just unlock the cage.
Let’s move on, on how our debt can be paid.
Short and sweet:
The problem is sin, yes sin.
It’s a cancer, an asthma, choking out our life force,
forcing separation from a perfect and Holy GOD.
The only way to get back is to get back to perfection but, silly us…
Trying to pass the course of life without referring to a syllabus…this is us.
Heap up your good deeds – chant, pray, meditate.
All of that, of course, is spraying cologne on a corpse.
Or you could choose to ignore it, as if something don’t stink.
It’s like stepping in dog poop and refusing to wipe your shoe,
But all of that ends with how good is good enough?
Take your silly list of good deeds and line them up with perfection – good luck!
That’s life past your pay grade.
The cost of your soul? You don’t got a big enough piggy bank,
but you can give it a shot.
But I suggest you throw away the list
because even your good acts are an extension of your selfishness,
But here’s where it gets interesting,
I hope your closely listening,
and don’t get it twisted. It’s what makes our faith unique.
Here’s what GOD says in Part A of the Gospel,
You can’t fix yourself. Quit trying. It’s impossible.
Sin brings death. Give GOD His breath back. You owe him.
Eternally separated and the only way to fix it is for someone to die in your place.
Someone got to be perfect, or the payment ain’t permanent,
So if and when you find a perfect person,
get him or her to willingly trade their perfection for your sin and indebtment.
Clearly, since the only one that can meet GOD’s criteria, is GOD.
GOD sent Himself as Jesus to pay the cost for us.
His righteousness, His debt functions as payment.
Yes, payment.
He wrote a check with His Life but, at the Resurrection we all cheer,
because that means the check cleared
Pierced feet, pierced hands –
blood-stained Son of Man,
Fullness, forgiveness, free passage into The Promised Land.
That same breath that GOD brings into us, GOD gave up to redeem us.
Anyone and everyone, and by everyone, I mean everyone
who puts faith
and trust in Him and Him
alone can have full confidence of GOD’s
forgiveness.
And here’s what the promise is:
That you are guaranteed full access to return to perfect unity
by simply believing in Christ and Christ alone. You are receiving Life. Yes. Life.
This is the gospel...
God. Our. Sins. Paying. Everyone. Life
And just for kicks...or extra credit if you please...find devices in this one.
New Poetry Vocabulary: Apostrophe: Speaking directly to a real or imagined listener or inanimate object; addressing that person orthing by name.
Example: O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done… Irony: A contradictory statement or situation to reveal a reality different from what appears to be true.
Example: Wow, thanks for expensive gift...let’s see: did it come with a Fun Meal or the Burger King
equivalent? Contrast: Closely arranged things with strikingly different characteristics.
Example: He was dark, sinister, and cruel; she was radiant, pleasant, and kind. Pun: Word play in which words with totally different meanings have similar or identical sounds.
Example: Santa's helpers are known as subordinate Clauses.
Class Work (30 pts. Due Tomorrow!) Answer these 13 question in a New Note:
1-10.Can you name all ten of the underlined devices below?
11. What is the benefit of the repetition and parallelism (places where the same phrase or structure is used over and over)?
12. What
is love a metaphor for? What is the point of using this metaphor rather
than talking about a person or about love as a thing?
13. What is the poem saying about love?
HW: Upload your document to Focus under "When Love Arrives."
I knew exactly what love looked like – in seventh grade
Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love
had wandered into my homeroom, I (1. a new term)
would’ve recognized him at first
glance. Love wore a hemp necklace. (2. ? )
I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid. Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs. Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.
And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong classrooms, just must be
checking
the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it.
If only I could find him.
But when love finally showed up, she had a bowl cut.
He wore the same clothes every day for a week.
Love hated the bus.
Love didn’t know anything about The Beatles.
Instead, every time I try to kiss love, our teeth got in the way.
Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to- Ben’s house.
Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song.
Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up it would be:
“Hello? Hello? I guess they hung up.”
And love grew, stretched like a trampoline. Love changed. Love disappeared, (3. ? )
Slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed.
Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me. (4. ? ) Like a flat tire, there were other places I planned on going, but my plans didn’t matter. (5. ? )
Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him.
Love smelt different now, had darker eyes, a broader back, love came with freckles I didn’t recognize. New birthmarks, a softer voice. (6. ? )
Now there were new sleeping patterns, new favorite books.
Love had songs that reminded him of someone else, songs love didn’t like to listen to. So did I.
But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly
We found jokes that make us laugh.
And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies.
But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.
Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer. (7. new term)
Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator.
Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned.
Love is messier now, not as simple. Love uses the words “boobs” in front of my parents. (8. new term)
Love chews too loud.
Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste.
Love uses smiley faces in her text messages.
And turns out, love shits!
But love also cries.
And love will tell you you are beautiful and mean it, over and over again. “You are beautiful.”
When you first wake up, “you are beautiful.”
When you’ve just been crying, “you are beautiful.”
When you don’t want to hear it, “you are beautiful.”
When you don’t believe it, “you are beautiful.”
When nobody else will tell you, “you are beautiful.”
Love still thinks you are beautiful.
But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget, when you need to hear it most, you are beautiful, do not forget this. (9. ? )
Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict.
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep;
You are in California, Australia, wide awake.
Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone.
Maybe love is not ready for you.
Maybe you are not ready for love.
Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce,
love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered.
Maybe love is only there for a month.
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t.
Maybe love shouldn’t.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to,
And love leaves exactly when love must.
When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. (10. ? )
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper,
“Thank you for stopping by.”
Warm-up:
In small groups of 4-5, read your Found Poetry. As a group, make sure that every poem has at least 5 correct Poetic Devices (8 if from a pair).
Turn them in in 20 minutes.
Today we look at a newer poem from Rudy Francisco, "Honest." As you watch, answer these questions....
Quiz Prep Notes: Find all the poetic devices (there are at least 12 devices used, some more than once). How do these devices enrich the meaning or sound of the poem? Reference my quizlet set if you like.
HW: Write one 5-10 sentence analysis about the meaning of the poem and turn it in on Focus under "Honest" Analysis. Use the actual text to justify your answers.
Honestby Rudy Francisco
Dear hands, I get it.
You like writing poems,
But you can bring a metaphor to a gun
fight.
Dear eyes,
There are things that I would tell you
But we both know how terrible you are at
keeping secrets.
Dear heart
I trust you
Don’t fuck this up
Dear hands, I said I know
That you like writing poetry,
But you can bring a metaphor to a gun
fight.
Dear legs
Walking is the easy part
Now find a reason.
Dear Brain
You’re a good listener
But you give terrible relationship advice.
Dear hands, I know
That you like writing poetry,
But you can bring a metaphor to a gun fight.
I was born on
July 27th, I hear that makes me a Leo
I don't really know what that means I'm 5 foot 6... and a half. I weigh a hundred and forty-five pounds I don't know how to swim, and I'm a sucker for a girl with a nice smile
And clean sneakers
I'm still learning how to whisper I'm often loud in places where I should be quiet I'm often quiet in places where I should be loud I was born feet first and I've been backwards ever since
I like ginger ale... a lot. I've been told that I give really bad hugs People say
that it feels like I'm trying to escape
Sometimes it's because I am,and secretly
I get really nervous Every time someone gets close enough to hear me breathe I have this
odd fascination with things like sand castles and ice sculptures
I assume it's because I usually find myself dedicating time to things
That will only last a few moments That's also why I tend to fall in love with women
Who would never love me back
I know it sounds crazy, but it's actually much easier than it seems And to be honest, I think it's safer that way See
relationships, they often remind me that I'm not afraid of heights or falling But I'm scared of what's gonna happen
The moment that my body hits the ground I'm clumsy. Yesterday, I tripped over my self-esteem
I landed on my pride and it shattered like an iPhone with a broken face
Now I can't even tell who's trying to give me a compliment
I've never been in the military, but I have this Purple Heart
I got it from beating myself up over things I can't fix I know it sounds weird but sometimes, I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when I'm not around I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out
About all the things that I've done behind their backs I've got a hamper that's overflowing with really, really loud mistakes
And a graveyard in my closet, I'm afraid that if I let you see my skeletons
You'll grind my bones into powder and get high on my fault lines
Hi, my name is Rudy I enjoy frozen yogurt, people watching And laughing for absolutely no reason at all But I don't allow myself to cry as often as I need to I have solar-powered confidence, I have a battery-operated smile My hobbies include editing my life story, hiding behind metaphors And trying to convince my shadow that I'm someone worth following I don't know much, but I do know this I know that heaven is full of music I know God listens to my heart beat on his iPod
It reminds him that we still got work to do.
First 10 minutes: Finish your poetry poster from yesterday.
20 minutes: Carousell Walk:
*Walk around and view the poetry term posters. As you read, make sure you really understand each term and how the poetic device "works" within the example. You may want to take a picture of the posters because I will be using them to create your final. No posters or notes will be used during the final, so do memorize them!
Last hour: Found Poetry *What is Found Poetry? It is a poem made with lines from other poems.
1st - You will peruse the 24 poems posted around the room. As you read, look for lines that you like for any reason and copy or take a picture.
TASK - You will craft a new poem from at least 10 lines (10 source poems). Your new poem must include at least 5 of the 30 Poetry Terms on Quizlet.
RULE: You may not use more than one line from any posted poem. RULE: Your poem cannot resemble any of your classmates'. RULE: Your poem must have a central idea or theme...not just a nonsense mix-up!
HW: Finish your Found Poem in hard copy form, complete with an original title and some sort of illustration. Be prepared to read it out loud in class on Monday. (30 points - 5 pts./device + Up to 5 points for entertainment or quality value)
An example stanza or couplet that displays that concept
An image that demonstrates the concept.....and to make it more creative....you must include either A) a Pac-Man character or B) a mystical creature. See below for inspirational images.
