As mentioned in the introduction, writers of essays use almost every literary device a poet uses. The following list is not exhaustive but does contain the main devices. Before moving on to the excerpts that follow, review these definitions:
The following passage is from Annie Dillard’s “The Present” in Pilgrim at Tinker Creek:
Naturalist and Pulitzer Prize-winning author Annie Dillard has stopped at a gas station on a long drive home and describes her experience as she rests for a few moments. Read the passage and answer the questions that follow.
I have hazarded into a new corner of the world, an unknown spot, a Brigadoon—My mind has been a blank slab of black asphalt for hours, but that doesn’t stop the sun’s wild wheel. I set my coffee beside me on the curb; I smell loam on the wind; I pat the puppy; I watch the mountain—Shadows lope along the mountain’s rumpled flanks; they elongate like root tips, like lobes of spilling water, faster and faster. A warm purple pigment pools in each ruck and tuck of the rock; it deepens and spreads, boring crevasses, canyons. As the purple vaults and slides, it tricks out the unleafed forest and rumpled rock in gilt, in shape-shifting patches of glow. These gold lights veer and retract, shatter and glide in a series of dazzling splashes, shrinking, leaking, exploding. The ridge’s bosses and hummocks sprout bulging from its side; the whole mountain looms miles closer; the light warms and reddens; the bare forest folds and pleats itself like living protoplasm before my eyes, like a running chart, a wildly scrawling oscillograph on the present moment. The air cools; the puppy’s skin is hot. I am more alive than all the world.
Source: “Pond and Sunset Stormclouds,” Trey Ratcliff, Flickr
Using your notes, answer each question about Excerpt A. Check your understanding after each response.
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Because it is a magical place, and she has a magical experience here
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“mind has been a blank slab of black asphalt . . .”
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Here are the similes from the passage: “They elongate like root tips, like lobes of spilling water”; “forest . . . like living protoplasm”; “like a running chart, a wildly scrawling oscillograph.”
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This question has many correct answers. Your answer probably comes from the text between “Shadows lope” and the sentence that begins “The air cools . . .”
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She uses the colors purple and gold. They’re associated with royalty, majesty, pomp, and luxury.
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“I smell loam on the wind”; “I pat the puppy”; “The air cools”; “the puppy’s skin is hot”; “coffee beside me on the curb”
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Any of these would be correct: “lope,” “elongate,” “spilling,” “pools,” “deepens,” “spreads,” “boring,” “vaults,” “slides,” “shape-shifting,” “veer,” “retract,” “shatter,” “glide,” “shrinking,” “leaking,” “exploding,” “sprout,” “bulging,” “looms,” “folds,” “pleats,” “living,” “running,” or “scrawling.”
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“vaults and slides” sounds like a gymnast, and “tricks out . . . in gilt” sounds like an artist.
The following passage is from Chet Raymo’s blog “Listen!”, posted November 24, 2010.
Raymo is an American writer, educator, and naturalist. He was a professor of physics at Stonehill College in Massachusetts and wrote a weekly column on science for the Boston Globe for twenty years. He shares his observations of the world around him on a daily blog. Read the passage and answer the questions that follow.
I passed a kid on the campus yesterday with a tee shirt that said: “If it’s too loud, you’re too old.”
Well, there you have it.
Yes, it’s too loud. The television. The traffic. The neighbor’s leaf blower. The music. The national discourse.
And I’m too old. Tending towards silence. OK, maybe Elvis singing “Love Me Tender” just loud enough to dance to in the kitchen. Maybe a Chopin nocturne late at night, pianissimo. . . .
I like to think of the graph of human audibility as a blank canvas upon which the world paints with sound. For example, the shrill double-note of the blue jay (three-tiered in frequency, at 3000, 2000, and 1000 vibrations per second, repeated twice) and the cacophonous caw of the crow (between 1000 and 2000 vibrations per second) add dollops of color to the canvas in the mid-decibel range. The chickadee’s call is more sharply defined in frequency (at about 2800 vibrations per second), but can range widely in loudness depending on the distance of the bird. The nuthatch fills in the low-decibel part of the graph with its tap-tap-tap and a loudness in a conifer forest just above the threshold of hearing. There are other natural sounds that can only be heard in the complete absence of noise: the papery shiver of beech leaves on their branches, the ethereal whir of mourning doves rising from the ground, the rattle of the seedpods of wild indigo when stirred by the wind.
A blank canvas, waiting for the delicate brushstrokes.
The seedpods of wild indigo stirred by the wind.
Source: Herbstwald in Deutschland, Martin Heiss, Wikimedia Commons
Using your notes, answer each question about Excerpt B. Check your understanding after each response.
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Hearing
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“television,” “traffic,” “leaf blower,” “music,” “national discourse”
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“Elvis singing ‘Love Me Tender’ just loud enough”; “a Chopin nocturne, pianissimo”
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He compares human hearing to a “blank canvas upon which the world paints with sound.”
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Unpleasant
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Unpleasant
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To capture their raucous noises
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“papery shiver of beech leaves,” “ethereal whir of mourning doves,” “rattle of seedpods of wild indigo when stirred by the wind”
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He compares the world to an artist with a blank canvas who then paints it with “dollops of color” and “delicate brushstrokes.”