Friday, December 11th

Friday, December 11th

Welcome!

Poll

How are you doing today?

• Great!

• I've been better.

• Not so great.

• Horribly.

Poll

Is your written poem ready to be submitted?

• I already submitted!

• Yes it's ready to submit

• It's ALMOST ready to submit

• My poem still needs some work...

• What poem?

I Am the People, the Mob

I am the people—the mob—the crowd—the mass.

Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?

I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world’s food and clothes.

I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me and the Lincolns. They die. And then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.

I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me. I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted. I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and makes me work and give up what I have. And I forget.

Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red drops for history to remember. Then—I forget.

When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer forget who robbed me last year, who played me for a fool—then there will be no speaker in all the world say the name: “The People,” with any fleck of a sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.

The mob—the crowd—the mass—will arrive then.

Open Ended

What makes this speaker's performance so captivating?

Let's practice enunciating!

(pronouncing our words nice and clearly!)

Level One

• Keeping customers content creates kingly profits.

• Seventeen sales slips slithered slowly southwards.

• Old bones groan when wind moans.

Level Two

• She sells seashells down by the seashore.

• If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

• I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish, but if you wish the wish the witch wishes, I won't wish the wish you wish to wish.

• Betty bought butter but the butter was bitter, so Betty bought better butter to make the bitter butter better.

Level THREE

• The sixth sick Sheik's sixth sheep's sick.

• Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager imagining managing

  an imaginary menagerie?

• These thousand tricky tongue twisters trip thrillingly off the tongue.

• Six thick thistle sticks. Six thick thistles stick.

• Of all the smells I have ever smelt, I never smelt a smell that smelt like that smell smelt.