For Monday

Please re-read:

"Invierno," by Junot Diaz

Also:

A selection from Citizen, by Claudia Rankine:

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/247344

And:

"To the Man Who Shouted 'I Like Pork-Fried Rice" at Me on the Street," by Franny Choi

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/247348



On Wednesday, we talked about indexing, as a tool for following an idea or an image through a text.

If you were to make an index of "sight"/"looking"/"watching" in the first three pages of "Invierno," for example, it might look something like this:

121 ("[...] you could see the thinnest sliver of ocean cresting the horizon [...] my father [...] didn't stop to point it out." Papi controls what his family sees.)
("I was watching the snow sift over itself, terrified [...] this was our first day in the States." First glimpse of the US for Yunior is something terrifying and completely foreign. And cold.) 

123 ("Don't you eye me, he said." Papi sees Yunior's looking or eyeing as a challenge to his authority; Papi doesn't want to be seen for what he is, possibly.)("We mostly sat in front of the TV or stared out at the snow." Papi turns his family into passive watchers--they're not allowed outside; all they can do is look. And only at things that aren't Papi; only at things that he wants them to see.)

For your weekly response paper this week, please index in this way, images in "Invierno" that have to do with cold.