Nov 24, 2011

Thank You Thinkers






A Poem of Thanks to 4.1/4.4 VSS Lit Students



My goal at the end of the term
Was not only that you'll learn,
But see the beauty that literature can be,
Appreciate every line in poetry,
Read lines dramatically,
And see beyond mere words
As you capably analyzed prose.

Now as I look back
I see much more than that!
You were like literary devices,
Bringing the book to life in our classes!
Ever so willing to read
Shooting eager hands in the air
Hoping loudly that I take heed

And so it was 4.1/4.4 became a little Bonasse
When Bolo didn’t fight for Eulalie
And Ivan Morton come jus so jus so
And he fountain pen win she
What about the day the Spirit come?
Bee preach with power, the Spirit take over
Everybody was responding:
Who jumping, who singing, who clapping
Bell ringing!
Then we had Bonasse election
With stupidy Rufus,
White man Richardson and smart boy Morton

So thank you thinkers for your contribution
Narrators, actors, readers, listeners,
Bloggers, facebookers,
Sharers of articles, jokes and props
To all students who made our class memorable:
Thank you ever so much!

Nov 8, 2011

So nobody ain't fighting?















When Bolo ask jumbie-bird to crow
No stickfighter will go
So he stop dancing
Music stop playing
Then Bolo asking:
'So nobody ain't fighting?'
So Bolo gone mad
And mash up all them drum
With the stick in he hand!



Bolo had to get on so??
Share your views, I want to know

Nov 3, 2011

I hear the calf moo

The calf in The Wine of Astonishment is an image of HOPE. Can you think of anything within the novel that reflects hope?

Oct 31, 2011

Forgive My Guilt



"Two birds on golden legs slim as dream things

Ran like quicksilver on the golden sand"


Share your story: "I am sure of one sin I have done" What childhood sin have you commited against nature without thinking about the consequences?

Oct 14, 2011

Bee, a man alone in front all this hard, red earth


Bee's physical struggle with the earth seems to reflect his spiritual conflict and frustration. He is in the hot sun with "his back wet down with perspiration". He exerts much physical effort "lifting up the iron fork in the air and bringing it down and burying it in the earth and lifting up the fork again, sinking it into the earth with his strength as if it was the earth that hurt him and he wanted to stab it, stab it, stab it until he kill it".

Eva is looking at Bee. She wonders "if all this digging and uprooting and sweating and grunting going to bring forth anything, or if all a man could do is dig and uproot and bury seeds in the earth and pray and hope things grow...".

This image of struggle, frustration and even the violence of wanting to stab and kill the land is reflected in other events throughout the novel. Can you think of any?

And what Winston want to do? He want to be a policeman.

" 'Go,' Bee say, very soft. And the boy there with his tall uneasiness. 'Go. You have nineteen years. I can't hold you here. Go!' Bee say, his voice low, stifling.

...'Go!' he say again, his voice rising and breaking as his vexation get the uper hand of him. And Winston stand up in front of him, wanting to move and don't know how to move. 'Go!' And before Winston could do anything, Bee turn to Taffy, 'And you? You don't want to go too? You don't want to be a police too to arrest your own people? You don't want to be one too?'"
--Chap 4 The Wine of Astonishment

Why is Bee so upset when his eldest son Winston wants to sit the police examination?

Where does Eva work?

Eva is no doubt a loving mother, supportive wife, and a spiritually strong, resilient woman. In The Wine of Astonishment, does Eva work outside the home? Prove your response.

Oct 12, 2011

Letter to the Brethren



Brethren,

I know our Lord has made us see hard things and make us to drink the wine of astonishment...I know that we have been like lost sheep and the shepherds have caused us to go astray...I know that we dont know if we is black or white!!

But praise the Lord for the rain brethren!! And the one day meh son eh come, de Spirit come!

I wish alyuh coulda tell meh son what happen that Sunday...I wish Bolo did know!

Love,
Old Mother Raymond

Oct 11, 2011

We have five children



"Winston and Taffy is nearly men, and Joyce is fifteen...But we have two other children: Gem is four...but Reggie is a boy-child, eight years old..."


Out of Bee and Eva's five children, which one is your favourite?

Bolo: A Hard Question

"And every Sunday Bolo is there in church, tall, unbending, his face stiff, his eyes burning. He not singing the hymns; he not praying. He is just there like a hard question staring in everybody face" Chap 3 The Wine of Astonishment

In your own words, what question is Bolo really representing?

Oct 10, 2011

Eulalie look for trouble!

Do you agree with Eva? Did Eulalie look for trouble when she chose Ivan Morton? Or do you sympathize with her?

"hummingbird briskness tamed down..."

Have you ever noticed a hummingbird humming about? Did you ever find yourself following the bird with your eyes and staring at its brisk wings? Were you ever captivated by its vibrancy, beauty and even its little hum?

So you've read The Wine of Astonishment. Yes, of course you've read it and this is your second reading of the book during class time! =) In your opinion, whose hummingbird briskness has been tamed and how so?

Oct 7, 2011

Union Jack

How does this image relate to The Wine of Astonishment?

Oct 5, 2011

Facebook Group



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Oct 3, 2011

Sonnet Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802









Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that. mighty heart is lying still!

William Wordsworth