Marta K. Taylor Desert Dance

1. What impression or mood is Taylor trying to capture in this essay? How does the precise detail of the description help to convey that mood?

2. Taylor begins her description inside the car (paragraphs 1-5) and then moves out onto the landscape (5-7), bringing us back into the car in her final thought. Why does she use such a sequence? Why do you think she devotes roughly equal space to each area?

3. Taylor's description is mainly subjective, invested with her emotions. Point to elements of the description that reveal emotion.

4. Taylor's description relies in part on narration. How does the narration strengthen the essay's dominant impression?

Describe the situation precisely what time of day and year is it where is the speaker what is happening to the weather

Which character is mainly focused on in to kill a mockingbird?

What is the theme of the poem, my tongue is divided into two by quique aviles? my tongue is divided into twoby virtue, coincidence or heavenwords jumping out of my mouthstepping on each otherenjoying being a voice for the messageexpecting conclusionsmy tongue is divided into twointo heavy accent bits of confusioninto miracles and accidentssaying things that hurt the heartdrowning in a language that lives, jumps, translatesmy tongue is divided by natureby our crazy desire to triumph and conquerthis tongue is cut up into equal piecesone wants to curse and sing out loudthe other one simply wants to ask for watermy tongue is divided into twoone side likes to partythe other one takes refuge in prayingtongueenglish of the funny soundstonguefunny sounds in englishtonguesounds funny in englishtonguein funny english soundsmy tongue sometimes acts like twoand it goes crazynot knowing which side should be speakingwhich side translatingmy tongue is divided into twoa border patrol runs through the middlefrisking wordsasking for proper identificationchecking for pronunciationmy tongue is divided into twomy tongue is divided into twoi like my tongueit says what feels righti like my tongueit says what feels rightby quique aviles