The AP English Language and Composition course is designed to enable students to become
skilled readers and writers in diverse genres and modes of composition. As stated in the
Advanced Placement Course Description, the purpose of the Language and Composition course
is “to enable students to read complex texts with understanding and to write papers of sufficient
richness and complexity to communicate effectively with mature readers” (The College Board,
May 2007, May 2008, p.6).
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
The Bluest Eye Group
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Beauty is suffering, and the thick stench of porcelain, shattered on the solid wood boards of her bedroom. It is all that she’s forgotten of childhood and the white picket gates of a counterfeit world of bliss and pale faces and azure eyes. Her anthem is one of self hatred and the yearn to lose the dusky surface she’s inside. Blind folded she’s walking. Head down. Marked black and wrong. Marching past Spot and Jane. And the white picket fence. And its raining. She walks back to black and her dim colored room, and the staring porcelain doll. Not yet shattered. Perfect.
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The Bluest Eye, pp. 61-109
The Bluest Eye, pp. 110-131
The Bluest Eye, pp. 132-183
The Bluest Eye, pp. 184-206
"Afterward," pp. 209-216
The Other in The Bluest Eye
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Beauty is suffering,
and the thick stench
of porcelain,
shattered on the solid
wood boards of
her bedroom.
It is all that she’s
forgotten of childhood
and the white picket gates
of a counterfeit world
of bliss and
pale faces and
azure eyes.
Her anthem is one of
self hatred and the
yearn to lose the dusky
surface she’s inside.
Blind folded she’s
walking.
Head down.
Marked black and wrong.
Marching past Spot
and Jane.
And the white picket fence.
And its raining.
She walks back to black
and her dim colored room,
and the staring porcelain doll.
Not yet shattered.
Perfect.