period 1 upcoming dates: thurs 5/1- historical/societal implications section due fri 5/2- unit 10...
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Period 1 Upcoming Dates:
THURS 5/1- Historical/Societal Implications Section due
FRI 5/2- Unit 10 Vocab TEST
MON 5/5 & TUES 5/6- PARCC Test
WED 5/7- Found Poem Assignment due
DRILL #5: 4.30.14Choose a passage from the novel that you find especially memorable, vivid, or imaginative in terms of language. Perhaps a scene that you can visualize, with strong sensory details or charged dialogue.
1. Write down 10 words from the passage that you find striking, memorable, or important.
2. Describe the mood of the passage. (As a reader, how does it make you feel?)
3. Describe the tone of the passage. (How would you describe the author’s attitude?) Write down the specific words that reveal the tone.
Objective:
Analyze a significant passage from The Great Gatsby for mood, tone, and imagery in order to prepare to create a found poem
Integrate quotes WELL into your sentences & paragraphs by revising your own work & utilizing the 4 methods taught
Review Unit 10 Vocabulary words through a review game
4A Upcoming Dates:
FRI 5/2- Historical/Societal Implications due / Unit 10 Vocab Quiz / Starting the Gatsby Movie
TUES 5/6- Found Poem due (presented in a Gallery Walk)
4B Upcoming Dates:
THURS 5/1- Historical/Societal Implications due / Unit 10 Vocab Quiz /We’ll start The Great Gatsby movie.
MON 5/5- Found Poem due
Found Poem Assignment
Let’s take a look at your handout.
Let’s take a look at some samples…
From Chapter 2:Half way between West Egg and New York,
A valley of ashes–
Where ashes take the form of houses and chimneys, rising smoke,
Where men move dimly, already crumbling through the powdery air.
Above the grey land, the spasms of bleak dust,
The eyes of Doctor T.J. Eckleburg,blue and gigantic,
Brood on over the solemn dumping ground.
Bounded by a small foul river,
Waiting trains stare at the dismal scene
Under Eckleburg’s persistent stare.
There I first met Tom Buchanan’s mistress.
From Chapter 3: There was music in his blue gardens,
Like moths among the whisperings and the champagne,
On week-ends
His Rolls-Royce became an omnibus,
His station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet trains,
Crates of oranges, a corps of caterers, pastry pigs and turkeys,
The orchestra has arrived–oboes and trombones,
Saxophones and viols,
On Mondays
His servants toiled, repairing the ravages of the night before.
In the garden where a single man could linger,
Purposeless?
And alone…
