Thursday, February 19, 2015

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Research and Article of the Week #3

If you've finished your research paper, it is now graded. If you haven't finished your paper, you need to do that today.

You have three tasks for February 17th:

1. Reread your research paper and make corrections. Please do not resolve comments that I've made; just leave them as is. I don't mark every comma issue or run on sentence (although I sometimes just correct them if something is really bothering me), so learn to be your own best editor. Some of you need to bring your use of quotes in. If a quote is longer than a few lines, it needs to be block quoted. When I looked over papers and articles for my former boss's journal, we almost always asked authors to get rid of the block quotes in favor of a wonderful summary or paraphrase. It is okay to block quote text from a book or a poem, but it is generally not okay to copy a researcher's words. Research is very different than writing a literary analysis. Use your quotes sparingly.

2. At the end of your research paper (after your Works Cited), answer these questions:

  • What is (or was) the weakest part/element of your research paper?
  • What are your strengths when it comes to writing a research paper? 
  • Did you choose the right topic? Explain.
3. Begin working on your new Article of the Week. Click here for your article (an interview in this case) and analysis instructions. It is due next Tuesday. 

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Sonnets

Your analysis of Sonnet 73 was excellent. Let's examine a few more sonnets. This time, we'll look at at a series of sonnets by Sir Philip Sidney--108 of them. Choose a couple to read to help you ascertain the gist of Sidney's sonnets.

Shakespeare read Sir Sidney's sonnets and wrote a few in response. Check out this one to his dark-haired mistress:

SONNET 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.


I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.


I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
   
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare. 

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Monday, February 2, 2015