DIDLS DICTION IMAGERY DETAILS LANGUAGE SYNTAX WORD CHOICE

DIDLS DICTION IMAGERY DETAILS LANGUAGE SYNTAX WORD CHOICE APPEALS TO SENSES SUPPORTS ATTITUDE AND TONE FIGURES OF SPEECH SOUND DEVICES LITERAY TECHNIQUES SENTENCE STRUCTURE STYLE TONE WRITER’S MANNER OF EMPLOYING LANGUAGE WRITER’S ATTITUDE TOWARD SUBJECT THEME GENERAL STATEMENT ABOUT LIFE OR HUMAN NATURE

IMAGERY Imagery is a central component of almost all imaginative literature and is often said to be the chief element in poetry. Two major types of imagery exist – the literal and the figurative. Literal imagery is purely descriptive while figurative may call to mind real things that can be perceived by the senses, but it does so as a way of describing something else- often some abstract idea that cannot be literally or directly described. Whether literal or figurative, however, imagery is generally intended to make whatever the author is describing concrete in the reader’s mind, to give it some tangible or real existence rather than a purely intellectual one. Imagery also provides the reader with a sense of vividness and immediacy. Writers use language to create sensory impressions and to evoke specific responses to characters, objects, events, or situations in their works. The writer "shows" rather than "tells, " thus allowing the reader to participate in the experience more fully. Therefore imagery helps to produce mood and tone.

IMAGERY When reading a piece containing imagery, you need to ask yourself two questions 1. What do I hear, taste, smell, feel or see? 2. What meaning is the author trying to convey with these messages? The METHOD is the IMAGERY the EFFECT or TONE created is the MEANING. Remember that tone also leads to an understanding of theme – which is the ultimate MEANING of a text.

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IMAGERY Questions to ask yourself about the imagery – to analyze the METHOD 1. What kind of imagery? 2. Are there patterns or repetitions of certain images? 3. Is there a lack of imagery? 4. Where is the “author’s lens” focused? to comment on the MEANING 1. How does imagery contribute to the meaning of the passage/poem/work as a whole? 2. What issues does the imagery raise or emphasize in the passage/poem/work? 3. Why does the author choose this particular image? 4. If there is contrasting imagery or repetitive imagery – what is the influence of this contrast/repetition on the tone or theme (meaning)?

BLESS ME, ULTIMA Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood. She took my hand the silent magic powers she possessed made beauty from the raw, sunbaked llano, the green river valley, and the blue bowl which was the white sun’s home. My bare feet felt the throbbing earth and my body trembled with excitement. Time stood, and it shared with me all that had been and all that was to come…. Fill in the blanks: Anaya’s _____ imagery weaves a _____ tone and reinforces his theme of ______ in Bless Me, Ultima.

TEACHERS: PRINT OUT THE FOLLOWING SLIDES AND HAND ONE TO STUDENT GROUPS OF 3. LEAVE THIS SLIDE UP SO STUDENTS CAN SEE DIRECTIONS. HAVE STUDENTS PRESENT UNDER DOCUMENT CAMERA. (OPTIONAL) Group Activity – Each group will receive different passage. Annotate the imagery and decide if it is auditory, visual, gustatory, tactile or olfactory. Illustrate the imagery below the quote. Decide on a tone word to describe your imagery. Write a statement describing the imagery – make sure you have both METHOD and MEANING in your statement. Anaya creates an image of _______ in order to develop his ______ tone. This imagery stregthens…

But even into my deep sleep my dreams came. In my dream I saw my three brothers. I saw them as I remembered them before they went away to war, which seemed so very long ago. They stood by the house that we rented in town, and they looked across the river at the hills of the llano.

Father says that the town steals our freedom; he says that we must build a castle across the river, on the lonely hill of the mockingbirds. I think it was Leon who spoke first, he was the eldest, and his voice always had a sad note to it. But in the dark mist of the dream I could not be sure.

His heart had been heavy since came to the town, the second figure spoke, his forefathers were men of the sea, the Marez people, they were conquistadors, men whose freedom was unbounded.

It was Andrew who said that! I was sure because his voice was husky like his thick and sturdy body. Father says the freedom of the wild horse is in the Marez blood, and his gaze is always westward. His fathers before him were vaqueros, and so he expects us to be men of the llano. I was sure third voice belonged to Eugene.

I longed to touch them. I was hungry for their company instead I spoke. We must gather around our father, I heard myself say. His dream is to ride westward in search of new adventure. He builds highways that stretch into the sun, and we must travel that road with him.

My brothers frowned. You are a Luna, they chanted in unison, you are to be a farmer-priest for mother! The dove came to drink in the still pools of the river and their cry was mournful in the darkness of my dream.

My brothers laughed. You are but a baby, Tony, you are our mother’s dream. Stay and sleep to the doves cou-rou while we cross the mighty River of the Carp to build our father’s castle in the hills.

I must go! I cried to the three dark figures. I must lift the muddy waters of the river in blessing to our new home! Along the river the tormented cry of a lonely goddess filled the valley. The winding wail made the blood of men run cold. It is la llorona, my brothers cried in fear, the old witch who cries along the river banks and seeks the blood of boys and men to drink! La llorona seeks the soul of Antoniooooo… It is the soul of Lupito, they cried in fear, doomed to wander the river at night because the waters washed his soul away! Lupito seeks his blessinggggg…

It is neither! I shouted. I swung the dark robe of the priest over my shoulders then lifted my hands in the air. The mist swirled around me and sparks flew when I spoke. It was the presence of the river!

Save us, my brothers cried and cowered at my words. I spoke to the presence of the river and it allowed my brothers to cross with their carpenter tools to build our castle on the hill. Behind us I heard my mother moan and cry because with each turning of the sun her son was growing old…