See You in the 10's...

Wishing you all a safe and restful holiday/vacation break. See you in the new decade....

Most men live lives of quiet desperation. - Thoreau

I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die Discover that I had not lived.
- Thoreau

Think:

O Me! O Life!
O ME O life!...of the questions of these recurring: Of the endless trains of the faithless-- of cities fill'd with the foolish;.... What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here-- that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

Think:

"THE DEAD POET'S SOCIETY"
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
- Dead Poet's Society
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O Captain! My Captain!
1
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
2
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
3
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; >From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

Halo Macbeth Project

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NoWcZESYDo

Brit Lit:

Today in class we worked on our 1st draft of your paper due tomorrow.

Reminder: Secret Santa gifts are due this Wed.

Think:

Every time you lick a stamp, you are consuming 1/10th of a calorie. At least they could make them cookie flavoured....

Word O' the Week:

Ninguid [ning-gwid]: Adj. Having much snow- used to describe a place.

World of Shakespeare:

Today in class:

We broke into small groups and had polite intellectual discussion on your sonnet. I hope that this time allowed you to gain an outside opinion on what the piece is about.

After lunch, we went to the computer lab to research your sonnet.

Recommended reading: The Art of Shakespeare's Sonnet, by Helen Vendler. Most libraries should have a copy of this.

Sonnet Papers are due Tuesday.

Brit Lit:

Today in class we listened to the Iron Maiden song, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner."

We took another look at alliteration, and I asked you to find 10 examples in the original poem. For each, I asked to to define how the use of alliteration added to the feeling or complexity of the line of verse.

Reminder, Please pick one of the 3 writing assignments on Pg. 770. These are due this Tuesday.


Have a great weekend!

Rock on....

Hear the rime of the Ancient MarinerSee his eyes as he stops one of threeMesmerises one of the wedding guestsStay here and listen to the nightmaresof the sea.And the music plays on, as the bride passes byCaught by his spell andthe Mariner tells his tale.Driven south to the land of the snow and iceTo a place where nobody's beenThrough the snow fog flies on the albatrossHailed in God's name,hoping good luck it brings.And the ship sails on, back to the northThrough the fog and ice andthe albatross follows onThe mariner kills the bird of good omenHis shipmates cry against what he's doneBut when the fog clears, they justify himAnd make themselves part of the crime.Sailing on and on and North across the seaSailing on and on and North 'til all is calm.The albatross begins with its vengeanceA terrible curse a thirst has begunHis shipmates blame the bad luck on the MarinerAbout his neck, the dead bird is hung.And the curse goes on and on and on at sea,And the thirst goes on and on for them and me."Day after day, day after day,we stuck nor breath nor motionAs idle as a painted ship upon a painted oceanWater, water everywhere andall the boards did shrinkWater, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."There, calls the Mariner,there comes a ship over the lineBut how can she sail with no windin her sails and no tide.See...onward she comesOnward she nears, out of the sunSee...she has no crewShe has no life, wait but there's twoDeath and she life in Death,they throw their dice for the crewShe wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.Then...crew one by oneThey drop down dead, two hundred menShe...She, Life in Death,She lets him live, her chosen one."One after one by the star dogged moon,too quick for groan or sigheach turned his face with a ghastly pang,and cursed me with his eyefour times fifty living men(and I heard nor sigh nor groan),with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,they dropped down one by one."The curse it lives on in their eyesThe Mariner he wished he'd dieAlong with the sea creatresBut they lived on, so did he.And by the light of the moonHe prays for their beauty not doomWith heart he blesses themGod's creatures all of them tooThen the spell starts to breakThe albatross falls from his neckSinks down like lead into the seaThen down in falls comes the rain.Hear the groans of the long dead seamenSee them stir and they start to riseBodies lifted by good spiritsNone of them speakand they're lifeless in their eyes.And revenge is still sought, penance starts againCast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.Now the curse is finally liftedAnd the Mariner sights his homeSpirits go from the long dead bodiesForm their own light andthe Mariner's left alone.And then a boat came sailing towards himIt was a joy he could not believeThe pilots boat, his son and the hermit.Penance of life will fall onto Him.And the ship sinks like lead into the seaAnd the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins.The Mariner's bound to tell of his storyTo tell his tale wherever he goesTo teach God's word by his own exampleThat we must love all things that God made.And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser manAnd the tale goes on and on and on