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Setting Place BROOKLYN WE GO HARDJAYZ Brooklyn we go hard we go hard Verse One JayZ This is black hoodie rap theres no fear in my eyes where they lookin at Better look on map Besides mi nah like to eye fight ID: 815966

casey hard brooklyn amp hard casey amp brooklyn casey

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Slide1

Literary Works Used in

Teaching Setting

Slide2

Setting: Place

Slide3

BROOKLYN WE GO HARD---JAY-Z

Brooklyn

we go hard, we go hard!!!!

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

This is black hoodie rap, there's no fear in my eyes where they

lookin

at

Better look on map, Besides, mi nah like to eye fight

Mi

nah think such a ting is worth a man's life But if a man test my Stuy, I promise he won't like my replyBoom Bye Bye like Buju I'm crucialI'm a Brooklyn boy I may take some gettin use toChain snatchin, ain't have it, gotta get itSame fitted, from Brownsville to BainbrididgeFatherless child, mama put double shiftsSo the number runners was the only one I hanged widithBefore you know it I'm in the game, bang fidithFit no orangutans piddeals ciddaps like orange's I'm dangerousPLEASE!!! Tell me what the name of this isBrooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Slide4

[Verse Two: Jay-Z]

I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them

I Jack, I Rob, I sin

Awww

man, I'm Jackie Robinson

Except when I run base, I dodge the pen

Lucky me, lucky we, they didn't get me

Now when I bring the Nets I'm the Black Branch Ricky

From Brooklyn corners,

burnin branches of stickySpread love, Biggie, Brooklyn, hippieI pity, the fool with jewels like Mr. TWith long history in my borough, they borrowWith no intentions of returnin, tomorrowThe sun don't come out for many, like AnnieHalf orphan, mama never had an abortionPapa sort of did, still I managed to liveI go hard, I owe it all to the cribNow please tell me, what ‘s harder than this!!!![Chorus: Santogold (Jay-Z & Santogold)]Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Slide5

While I'm

doin

my time due to circumstance

Cross that bridge is the consequence

Once pretend now I paid my dues

Risk takers we break the rules

Get so dark, but I see good

Bed-

Stuy

stay high in my neck of the woodsNow, let it ring out, it's a warnin(BROOK-LYN!!!) Let it be sworn inGotta make it stick workin like we good colorRip it to the core, underneath it or we oughtaRight into the clip, bring it to the floorOne step one step give it up moreAll this stuff and the streets are a messWith big big dreams and a sick death wishProbably like the commercials saysKill the voice screamin in my head[Chorus: Santogold]Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!!!!

Slide6

Casey at the Bat

By Ernest Lawrence Thayer

The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the

Mudville

nine that day:

The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,

And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,

A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair.

The rest Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought, “If only Casey could but get a whack at that— We’d put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.”

But Flynn preceded

Casey,as

did also Jimmy Blake,

And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;

So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,

For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much

despisèd

, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Slide7

Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;

It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;

It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,

For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;

There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile lit Casey’s face.

And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,

No stranger in the crowd could doubt ‘twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;

Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt;

Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,

Defiance flashed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,

And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.

Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—

“That

ain’t

my style," said Casey. “Strike one!” the umpire said.

Slide8

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;

“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand;

And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;

He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;

He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;

But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, “Strike two!”

“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered “Fraud!”

But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.

They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,

And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate,

He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;

And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,

And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.

Oh, somewhere in this

favoured

land the sun is shining bright,

The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;

And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout,

But there is no joy in

Mudville

—mighty Casey has struck out

.

Slide9

Setting: Nature

Slide10

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By

Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   Between the woods and frozen lake   The darkest evening of the year.   He gives his harness bells a shake   To ask if there is some mistake.   The only other sound’s the sweep   Of easy wind and downy flake.   The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   But I have promises to keep,   And miles to go before I sleep,   And miles to go before I sleep.

Slide11

Dust of Snow

By

Robert Frost

The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

Slide12

Setting: Uncomfortable Places

Slide13

I stepped from Plank to Plank

A slow and cautious way

The Stars about my Head I felt

About my Feet the Sea.

I knew not but the next

Would be my final inch —

This gave me that precarious Gait

Some call Experience.

~~Emily Dickinson

Slide14

This is just going to hurt a little bit

By Ogden Nash

One thing I like less than most things is sitting in a dentist chair with

my mouth wide open.

And that I will never have to do it again is a hope that I am against hope

hopen

.

Because some tortures are physical and some are mental,

But the one that is both is dental.

It is hard to be self-possessedWith your jaw digging into your chest.So hard to retain your calmWhen your fingernails are making serious alterations in your life lineor love line or some other important line in your palm;So hard to give your usual effect of cheery benignityWhen you know your position is one of the two or three in lifemost lacking in dignity.And your mouth is like a section of road that is being worked on.And it is all cluttered up with stone crushers and concrete mixers anddrills and steam rollers and there isn't a nerve in your head thatyou aren't being irked on.

Slide15

Oh, some people are unfortunate enough to be strung up by thumbs.

And others have things done to their gums,

And your teeth are supposed to be being polished,

But you have reason to believe they are being demolished.

And the circumstance that adds most to your terror

Is that it's all done with a mirror,

Because the dentist may be a bear, or as the Romans used to say, only

they were referring to a feminine bear when they said it, an

ursa

,But all the same how can you be sure when he takes his crowbar in onehand and mirror in the other he won't get mixed up, the way youdo when you try to tie a bow tie with the aid of a mirror, and forgetthat left is right and vice versa?And then at last he says That will be all; but it isn't because he thencoats your mouth from cellar to roofWith something that I suspect is generally used to put a shine on ahorse's hoof.And you totter to your feet and think. Well it's all over now and afterall it was only this once.And he says come back in three monce.And this, O Fate, is I think the most vicious circle that thou ever sentest, That Man has to go continually to the dentist to keep his teeth in goodcondition when the chief reason he wants his teeth in good conditionis so that he won't have to go to the dentist.

Slide16

Setting: Events

Slide17

Everything

by Lawson

Fusao

Inada

When the river rose that year, we were beside it

and ourselves with fear; not that it would do anything

to us, mind you—our hopes were much too high for that—

but there was always that remote, unacknowledged possibility

that we had thrown one stone too many, by the handful,

and that by some force of nature, as they called it,it might rain and rain for days, as it had been,with nothing to hold it and the structure back,and with everything to blame, including childrenon into late summer and all the years ahead,when it would be ours to bear, to do much more withthan remember and let it go at that—some mud,some driftwood, some space of sky as a reminderbefore getting on with the world again;no, the balance was ours to share, and responsibilityfor rivers had as much to do with anythingas rain on the roof and sweet fish for supper,as forests and trembling and berries at sunrise;thus it was, then, that we kept our watch,that we kept our wits about us and all the respectwe could muster, sitting in silence,

sleeping in shifts, and when the fire died,everyone was there to keep it alive;somehow, though, in the middle of the night,despite our vigils, our dreams, our admonitions,our structure, our people, and all our belongings

broke free with a shudder and went drifting away—

past the landing, the swing, the anchored cages,

down through the haunted rapids, never to be found;

when we awoke that morning, the sun was back,

the river had receded under our measuring stick,

and everything had been astonishingly replaced,

including people and pets, the structure intact,

but in the solitude of all our faces as we ate,

the knowledge was there, of what we all had done,

and that everything would never be the same.

Slide18

The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young

By

William Blake

When my mother died I was very young,

And my father sold me while yet my tongue

Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"

So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

There's little Tom

Dacre, who cried when his head That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said, "Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair." And so he was quiet, & that very night, As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight! That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack, Were all of them locked up in coffins of black; And by came an Angel who had a bright key, And he opened the coffins & set them all free; Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run, And wash in a river and shine in the Sun. Then naked & white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind. And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father & never want joy. And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark

And got with our bags & our brushes to work. Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm; So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

Slide19

Symbolism

Slide20

THE ARMFUL

For every parcel I stoop down to seize

I lose some other off my arms and knees,

And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns --

Extremes too hard to comprehend at once,

Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.

With all I have to hold with hand and mind

And heart, if need be, I will do my best

To keep their building balanced at my breast.I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;Then sit down in the middle of them all.I had to drop the armful in the roadAnd try to stack them in a better load. ~~Robert Frost