Honors Day 12: Honors Day 12: Things Fall ApartThings Fall Apart Character NamesCharacter Names TP-CASTT Process TP-CASTT Process Okigbo’s “Come Thunder” (Connotation part Okigbo’s “Come Thunder” (Connotation part

of TP-CASTT to pick apart the poem)of TP-CASTT to pick apart the poem) Homework: Read chapters 4-6 Homework: Read chapters 4-6

Okonkwo Unoka (father) Nwoye (son) Ikemefuna (visiting boy) Anasi (1st wife) Ekwefi(2nd wife) Ezinma (favorite daughter) Ojiugo (3rd Wife) Obierika (Friend) Chielo (priestess to oracle) Agbala (oracle) Uchendu (uncle)

Character namesCharacter names

TitleTitle11: Think about the title before reading the poem.: Think about the title before reading the poem. ParaphraseParaphrase: Translate the poem into your own words : Translate the poem into your own words

sentence by sentence (not line by line). Note any pattern sentence by sentence (not line by line). Note any pattern or progression (general to specific, night to day, or progression (general to specific, night to day, chronological, external to internal…).chronological, external to internal…).

ConnotationConnotation: Meaning beyond the literal. How do poetic : Meaning beyond the literal. How do poetic devices contribute to meaning and or effect? (Imagery, devices contribute to meaning and or effect? (Imagery, simile, metaphor, personification, symbolism, diction, simile, metaphor, personification, symbolism, diction, point of view, etc.; sound devices: alliteration, point of view, etc.; sound devices: alliteration, onomatopoeia, rhythm, rhyme)onomatopoeia, rhythm, rhyme)

AttitudeAttitude: Who is the speaker? Who might be his/her : Who is the speaker? Who might be his/her audience? What is the poet’s tone? The speaker’s tone?audience? What is the poet’s tone? The speaker’s tone?

ShiftsShifts: Are there any shifts in speaker or attitude?: Are there any shifts in speaker or attitude? TitleTitle22: What does the title mean on an interpretive level?: What does the title mean on an interpretive level? ThemeTheme: What message is the poet trying to get across?: What message is the poet trying to get across?

““Come Thunder” by Christopher OkigboCome Thunder” by Christopher Okigbo

Now that the triumphant march Now that the triumphant march has entered the last street has entered the last street corners,corners,

Remember, O dancers, the thunder Remember, O dancers, the thunder among the clouds ...among the clouds ...

Now that laughter, broken in two, Now that laughter, broken in two, hangs tremulous between the hangs tremulous between the teeth,teeth,

Remember, O dancers, the Remember, O dancers, the lightning beyond the earth ...lightning beyond the earth ...

The smell of blood already floats in The smell of blood already floats in the lavender-mist of the the lavender-mist of the afternoon.afternoon.

The death sentence lies in ambush The death sentence lies in ambush along the corridors of power;along the corridors of power;

And a great fearful thing already And a great fearful thing already tugs at the cable of the open air,tugs at the cable of the open air,

A nebula immense and A nebula immense and immeasurable, a night of deep immeasurable, a night of deep waters--waters--

An iron dream unnamed and An iron dream unnamed and unprintable, a path of stone.unprintable, a path of stone.

The drowsy heads of the pods in The drowsy heads of the pods in barren farmlands witness it,barren farmlands witness it,

The homesteads abandoned in this The homesteads abandoned in this century’s brush fire witness it:century’s brush fire witness it:

The myriad eyes of deserted corn The myriad eyes of deserted corn cobs in burning barns witness it:cobs in burning barns witness it:

Magic birds with the miracle of Magic birds with the miracle of lightning flash on their lightning flash on their feathers ...feathers ...

The arrows of God tremble at the The arrows of God tremble at the gates of light,gates of light,

The drums of curfew pander to a The drums of curfew pander to a dance of death;dance of death;

And the secret thing in its heavingAnd the secret thing in its heavingThreatens with iron maskThreatens with iron maskThe last lighted torch of the The last lighted torch of the

century ...century ...

Presently the great parade has come to the end of the road, recollect, body moving performers, the booming from the sky...Presently the chuckles, snapped in half, dangles shaking in the mouth, recollect, body moving performers, the flashes past the horizon...

The scent of plasma and hemoglobin currently drifts in the purple haze of midday. The promise of mortality waits to attack by the halls of dominance; and a mighty ominous object currently pulls at the chord of oxygen, the star formation grand and endless, the darkness of flooding-- a steel fantasy nameless and undescribable, a trail of rocks.

The sleepy noggins of the seed casings in lifeless fields observe it, the households deserted in this hundred year's burned scrub observe it: the assorted corneas of abandoned maize in flaming farm sheds observe it.

Mystical fliers the phenomenon of bolts of electricity glimmer on their plumes...

The shafts of the Almighty quaver at the doors of luminescence, the percussion of time limit appeases to a rhythmic movement of the end of life.

And the hidden object in its compelled push terrorizes with steel face covering the final flame of the hundred years.

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happy times ending--end of journeyneed to remember...troubled timesmetaphor: laughter--hard to get/hard to feelimage: blood in the air--battle in a nice place--heaven? Dying?fear of death--governmentdeath is approaching slowly closing in --sucking the life out--no hopefearful death people are seeing it in the fields--country empty no food no people --war & poverty, famine, recessionthe end is comingenemy burning everythingeverything is burning...METAPHOR

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At the moment that the proud parade arrived at the final road curves, recall , movers, the booming in the sky...At the moment that chuckling, snapped in half, dangles shaking in the mouth, recall, movers, the flashing far in the distance.

The scent of hemoglobin now hovers in the purple cloud of midday. The execution order hides waiting beside the hallways of strength; and a massive ominous object begins to pull at the cord of the spacious oxygen, a space cloud gigantic and infinite, a darkness of not shallow H2O--a metal imagined idea unknown and unwritten, a trail of rock.

The sleepy crania of the seed shells in lifeless fields see it, the farm shelters left behind in the last hundred year's grass infernos see it: the large cornea arrays of

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