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Monday, December 01, 2008

What's a Metaphor?, More Monster, Nashe's Litany

10R

  • Define metaphor as:

Metaphor: A figure of speech in which a word or phrase that ordinarily means one thing is used to mean another, thus making a comparison, as in "a sea of troubles" or "All the world's a stage" (Shakespeare).

  • In journals, brainstor a list of metaphors for "morning." After, do "night."
  • Read "Metaphor" by Eve Merrian:


Morning is
a new sheet of paper
for you to write on.

Whatever you want to say,
all day,
until night
folds it up
and files it away.

The bright words and the dark words
are gone
until dawn
and a new day
to write on.
  • Read and discuss.
  • For Homework: questions 4,5,6
  • Also, write a poem starting with "Night is..." Due Wednesday.

11R

  • Read/work on logs (15-20 minutes)
  • Those absent last tuesday take quiz
  • Go over quiz
  • Discuss story so far- spefically flashback on page: 58
  • HW: Read to page 172

English Lit

  • Thomas Nashe: historical context
  • Read "A Litany in Time of Plague"


    Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss;
    This world uncertain is;
    Fond are life's lustful joys;
    Death proves them all but toys;
    None from his darts can fly;
    I am sick, I must die.
    Lord, have mercy on us!

    Rich men, trust not in wealth,
    Gold cannot buy you health;
    Physic himself must fade.
    All things to end are made,
    The plague full swift goes by;
    I am sick, I must die.
    Lord, have mercy on us!

    Beauty is but a flower
    Which wrinkles will devour;
    Brightness falls from the air;
    Queens have died young and fair;
    Dust hath closed Helen's eye.
    I am sick, I must die.
    Lord, have mercy on us!

    Strength stoops unto the grave,
    Worms feed on Hector brave;
    Swords may not fight with fate,
    Earth still holds open her gate.
    "Come, come!" the bells do cry.
    I am sick, I must die.
    Lord, have mercy on us!

    Wit with his wantonness
    Tasteth death's bitterness;
    Hell's executioner
    Hath no ears for to hear
    What vain art can reply.
    I am sick, I must die.
    Lord, have mercy on us!

    Haste, therefore, each degree,
    To welcome destiny;
    Heaven is our heritage,
    Earth but a player's stage;
    Mount we unto the sky.
    I am sick, I must die.
    Lord, have mercy on us!
  • Discuss
  • Interpreting 3,4,5 for homework