Animated poems/Rattlebone

AGENDA:

Show animated poems.

DUE TODAY:  Rattlebone stories and study guides

LIBRARY: Go downstairs to get House on Mango Street

Epicurean

WORD OF THE DAY   Epicurean ep-ə-kyə-rē-ehn Part of speech: adjective Origin: Greek, 15th century   1 Relating to enjoyment and gratification, especially through fine food and drink 2 Devoted to refined pleasures and the deliberate avoidance of pain or suffering     Examples of Epicurean in a sentence   "Her epicurean lifestyle immersed her in a world of rare wines and gourmet foods."   "The price tag for his epicurean life was high, but such was the cost of savoring the finer things in life."

WRITING CONTESTS

4.  REGISTER WITH SCHOLASTIC.  Look at Bennington:

https://www.bennington.edu/events/young-writers-awards

https://www.weareteachers.com/student-writing-contests/

https://blog.prepscholar.com/writing-contests-for-high-school-students


HOLLINS (Nancy Thorpe poetry):
https://www.hollins.edu/academics/majors-minors/english-creative-writing-major/nancy-thorp-poetry-contest/

Finish Writing Work Projects

AGENDA:

Finish animated poems, Rattlebone stories (1st draft?)

BOA Dine and Rhyme tonight!

HMWK: finish reading Rattlebone for Tuesday!

Naomi Shihab Nye--FRIDAY!

AGENDA:

Go to quill.org---take Intermediate Diagnostic


This Friday for BOA!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgkAs9Otlig

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elNzMoG8Zs0

https://voxpopulisphere.com/2017/02/01/naomi-shihab-nye-ted-kooser-is-my-president/

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/naomi-shihab-nye

https://poets.org/poet/naomi-shihab-nye










https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/11/10/naomi-shihab-nye-kindness/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64WACNcLH3g

Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is

you must lose things,feel the future dissolve in a moment

like salt weakened in a broth.

What you held in your hand,

What you counted and carefully saved,

all this must go so you know

how desolate the landscape can be

between the regions of kindness.

How you ride and ride

thinking the bus will never stop,

the passengers eating maize and chicken

will stare out the window forever.

Before your learn the tender gravity of kindness

you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho

lies dead by the side of the road.

You must see how this could be you,

how he too was someone

who journeyed through the night with plans

and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,

you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

You must wake up with sorrow.

You must speak to it till your voice

catches the thread of all sorrows

and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,

only kindness that ties your shoes

and sends you out into the day to mail letters and

purchase bread,

only kindness that raises its head

from the crowd of the world to say

It is I you have been looking for,

and then goes with you everywhere

Like a shadow or a friend.

From Words Under the Words: Selected Poems

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Rattlebone/The Creation

AGENDA:

Vocabulary: Practice and study Rattlebone vocabulary for quiz on Wednesday

2. Next chapter in Rattlebone:

"The Creation" --listen to the poem

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-h4_VPXdoY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQJU4HmE1HQ 

The Creation - Poem by James Weldon Johnson

And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'm lonely--
I'll make me a world.

And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.

Then God smiled,
And the light broke,
And the darkness rolled up on one side,
And the light stood shining on the other,
And God said: That's good!

Then God reached out and took the light in his hands,
And God rolled the light around in his hands
Until he made the sun;
And he set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
And the light that was left from making the sun
God gathered it up in a shining ball
And flung it against the darkness,
Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
Then down between
The darkness and the light
He hurled the world;
And God said: That's good!

Then God himself stepped down--
And the sun was on his right hand,
And the moon was on his left;
The stars were clustered about his head,
And the earth was under his feet.
And God walked, and where he trod
His footsteps hollowed the valleys out
And bulged the mountains up.

Then he stopped and looked and saw
That the earth was hot and barren.
So God stepped over to the edge of the world
And he spat out the seven seas--
He batted his eyes, and the lightnings flashed--
He clapped his hands, and the thunders rolled--
And the waters above the earth came down,
The cooling waters came down.

Then the green grass sprouted,
And the little red flowers blossomed,
The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky,
And the oak spread out his arms,
The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground,
And the rivers ran down to the sea;
And God smiled again,
And the rainbow appeared,
And curled itself around his shoulder.

Then God raised his arm and he waved his hand
Over the sea and over the land,
And he said: Bring forth! Bring forth!
And quicker than God could drop his hand,
Fishes and fowls
And beasts and birds
Swam the rivers and the seas,
Roamed the forests and the woods,
And split the air with their wings.
And God said: That's good!

Then God walked around,
And God looked around
On all that he had made.
He looked at his sun,
And he looked at his moon,
And he looked at his little stars;
He looked on his world
With all its living things,
And God said: I'm lonely still.

Then God sat down--
On the side of a hill where he could think;
By a deep, wide river he sat down;
With his head in his hands,
God thought and thought,
Till he thought: I'll make me a man!

Up from the bed of the river
God scooped the clay;
And by the bank of the river
He kneeled him down;
And there the great God Almighty
Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,
Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night,
Who rounded the earth in the middle of his hand;
This great God,
Like a mammy bending over her baby,
Kneeled down in the dust
Toiling over a lump of clay
Till he shaped it in is his own image;

Then into it he blew the breath of life,
And man became a living soul.
Amen.Amen.

James Weldon Johnson