Sunday, April 8, 2018
A fun drawing-should
A real fun drawing to help students use the structure You should/you shouldn't to give some advice, made by my colleague, the English conversation teacher in 2 Bl,last week.
Thursday, April 5, 2018
Nineteen Eighty-Four - Official Trailer [HD]
Watch the trailer of the film 1984 and pay close attention to the images of the trailer.
Get into pairs and
1) Write down as many visual details (objects, people, actions, emotions) as you can remember
2) Discuss your personal reactions to the trailer. What surprised/pleased/upset/frightened.....you?
3) Complete with the missing words:
In 1984 George Orwell had a vision of _____________________________.
Today that vision is still_____________________________amd its prophecy remains as _____________________________ as ever.
If you want_____________________________of the future_____________________________, Winston, imagine a boot stamping on a _____________________________ forever.
A future when _____________________________ becomes slavery, where _____________________________ is forbidden, the past _____________________________ and where living people simply _____________________________ .
Yet one man and one woman _____________________________ to love.
What are your _____________________________ towards Big Brother?
I _____________________________ him
You must _____________________________ him. It is not enough to _____________________________ him. You must love him.
4) What kind of atmosphere does the trailer convey? Sinister, romantic, scary, fearful,horrifying....?
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Bob Dylan 2016 Nobel Prize - A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall live
A hard rain’s a
gonna fall BOB DYLAN
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what'll you do now, my
blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well-hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
The Passive: When, why, and how to use it
A group activity
Students are divided into 4/5 groups. Each group is asked to write three sentences using the Simple Past Passive form related to a specific topic (disasters, crime...)
Thursday, March 29, 2018
Tattoos and piercings
Having or not having tattoos ....a good point students have talked about in 3Al and 3 BL
- Pros and cons of having tattoos
In modern times there are some serious pros and cons in having tattoos
Here are five pros and five cons.
PROS
- A tattoo is a form of self-expression because it says something about that person and helps show off our personality and to be unique
- Tattoos can preserve memories of a loved one
- Tattoos can stay with us forever if we get tattoos for the right reasons and with the care they need
- If a tattoo is done by an artist it’s a real work of art
- It’s something yours because you wanted it and because it will be on your skin for the rest of your life
CONS
- A tattoo may limit your career path because some people still consider it a taboo
- Removing it may be very difficult
- They are very expensive if you want a good one
- There could be healthy risks because some tattoo inks may cause allergic reaction and also infections
- You might get tired of it
A good example of essay by a student in 4BL
To tattoo or
not to tattoo?
It is known that in ancient civilizations
tattoos and piercings played an important role; indeed they were traditional
symbols in which people really believed and also they were connected to the
rites in some celebrations.
Even now in some places they are used as a characteristic of the society, like in the
Indian one.
However, in our society and in general in the European one, there is a
different view and way of thinking tattoos and piercings and we have to say
that, as in everything, there are people who really like them and people who
don’t and even that we can find both positive and negative aspects.
First of all, as regards the positive ones, we can say that
there are people who really like tattoos and piercings and there are many
reasons for that. They could be a symbol, a connection with something, a lucky
charm- in a tattoo someone could hide a story, his story or it could represent
a beautiful memory of something happened to you, of something belonging to the past
or of someone you really love, but also something sad but that characterizes you.
Someone could also get a tattoo to cover a scar or a part of his body he doesn’t
like, or for example a group of friends could choose to have the same tattoo
as a symbol of friendship.
On the other hand, it’s important to say that there are also
negative aspects or anyway people who think about them in a negative way,
saying for example that they are a symbol of rebellion that teenagers do to go
against the system or to be unconventional. These people usually connect
tattoos and piercings to punkies or punks, thinking that only bad guys have
them and these are often the typical thoughts of those who have grown up being
narrow-minded.
However, it’s not just a question of judging those having
tattoos or piercings. In fact, there are many aspects that could be negative
and also really dangerous. Firstly, if
they are not done by a professional tattoo artist, a tattoo could cause you
illnesses, so you have to pay attention because it could be dangerous. Moreover, in the work field there are jobs
which don’t allow you to show off tattoos or piercings, so if you want to do
one of these jobs you have to pay attention and you must think twice before
doing something like a tattoo.
In addition, if you do a tattoo or a piercing without
thinking about it for a long time, you could stop to like it and have a regret,
wishing you should have never done it. Accordingly, we should ask ourselves a question: Are wrong
those who exaggerate in doing them or are wrong those who just judge? It’s true
that everyone should think and say what he really thinks, but it is also true
that everyone has the freedom to do what he wants with his body.
Personally, I really like piercings and tattoos, but in
my body I would have them without exaggeration and without getting big and lots
of tattoos. Undoubtedly, if I saw someone full of tattoos
and piercings, I wouldn’t disagree with him and I wouldn’t think anything bad about him, because everyone is the master of
his own life and choices.
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Write about 150 words about strong emotions: what causes them and what they can lead to. (from the book pg. 179, n.5)
These are some of the sentences written by students in 4 Bl
These are some of the sentences written by students in 4 Bl
Humans are affected by a wide variety of emotions, from positive to negative and from the weakest to the strongest ones.
The strongest emotions are the worst because no one can control them, even worse are the strong negative emotions- that wind of feelings makes you lose the control of your thinking, bringing you to act, in many cases, in the wrong way.
What do we really think about when we hear the words strong emotions?
Normally we should think about someone who has so deep feelings to do "crazy things" for love, or to do everything for love, but obviously in the proper and positive sense of the word, without any exaggeration.Sadly this is not the only way to think about it, because there are people who justify their horrible actions with sentences like " I did it for love"
Sometimes emotions like hatred and love could lead to do things that you've never thought you'd do.If that happens it's because people are too emotional and they let themselves go to feelings, even the bad ones.
Nowadays a lot of people suffer from strong emotions, like the emotion of love and jealousy. The phenomenon of jealousy is much discussed today- there are some men who, because of jealousy, hurt their women, saying that they love them too much. I think that it isn't love, but it's obsession, because if you love a person you wouldn't have the courage to harm her.
Young people sometimes find it difficult to control feelings and emotions, for this reason a little problem could become a huge and impossible one for them. I think the strongest emotion children feel is anxiety caused by school. For a weak person it may become something that probably will ruin his life.
Friday, March 16, 2018
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Persuasive techniques
This is the situation: student A convinces student B to let him use his car......
This is the kind of dialogue written down by two students:
STUDENT A: Sheila, I'd like to know if you let me use your car for the next weekend because my friends and I are going to a music festival....as the festival is far we need a car so we can go. Please let me your car, 'cause my friends are counting on me already.
STUDENT B: I'm sorry, but I won't let you my car because the last time I lent it to you, you gave it back to me in very bad conditions.....you're so careless! What's more, I don't think your new friends are good ones. I don't trust you and them!
STUDENT A: Please!!! I promise that this time I'll take good care of your car: If I return it to you in a bad way, I promise I'll never ask you for it again! Give me a chance
STUDENT B: OK you have got me to lend you my car.....I wish you wouldn't damage it!
This is another dialogue written down by two more students:
D: I really want to go to that music festival, but I really need a car and my brother has told me that he won't lend his.
L: You have to convince him to let us go on his car, because there's no public transport
E: I totally agree with L!
D: Hey Luke, what's up?
Luke: What do you want from me?
D: I was wondering if you can lend me your car to go to the music festival.
Luke: No way!
D: If you don't lend me your car I'll tell mum and dad that last year you broke their car and then you told them that it was an accident, but I know for surethat you were drunk
Luke: Fine! I'l lend you the car but don't ask me any more favours
D: Dear:::I know you're intelligent! Love you
Emotion poems
Studying literature is always a sort of tool to learn new words and expressions, especially when students are asked to create something new, like a poem.
After having revised what a simile is, students in 3bl have been told to write "Emotion poems" focussing on a feeling.
These are the poems they have written working in pairs or in groups of three or four.
JOYIt smells like a Sunday lunch spent with your big family
It tastes like a sweet candy after a disgusting pill
It sounds like the children's laugh on a sunny day
it feels like the sun shining on your cold skin
It looks like a crowd enchanted by the vision of Northern lights
Joy is an extraordinary and intimate opportunity.
HATE
It smells like plastic burning on a spring day
It tastes like a bitter coffee in the morning
It sounds like bells on an early Sunday morning
It feels like getting splashed by a car on a rainy day
It looks like a house burning to kill a rat
hate is nothing more than fear, fear of loving and fear of living
LOVE
It smells like a freshly baked cake
It tastes like a mom's kiss
It sounds like two friends laughing together
It feels like hugging someone who has been away
It looks like the sun after the storm
Love is enchanting and unlimited
It smells like a burning cake
It tastes like a bitter coffee
It sounds like the noise of a duel sword
It feels like a fire growing more and more
It looks like the rain on a sunny morning
Pride is inevitable and irrational
HATE
It smells like a withered flower
It tastes like a rotten fruit
Hate is like darkness
It sounds like the noise of weapons in war
Hate is bad like hunger and death
Hate is a feeling killing you
The following poem doesn't follow the scheme of an emotion poem .....but it is so nice that it is worth while .......
LIFE
Loneliness is that part of you
that makes you think about life
like a bear that lives alone
in its dark cave
And while you're thinking of a dark night
you can see a shooting star and you express a wish, the same as when you see a ladybird and you think it'll bring you good luck
But ....when you feel lonely
suddenly you may meet someone being close
to your heart
like a firefly lighting up in the dark of a night
And together their hearts
become inflamed
like more and more fireflies giving
more and more light in a group Friday, March 9, 2018
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Four Weddings and a Funeral: W.H. Auden (Subtitled)
FUNERAL BLUES (W.H. AUDEN)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Friday, March 2, 2018
Traditional novel vs Modern novel
TRADITIONAL NOVEL
- · Interest in society and outward actions
- · Chronological time
- · Omniscient narrator
- · Didactic aim
MODERN NOVEL
- Interest in man and the psyche
- Subjective time - flashbacks, anticipations, the story within the story, special forms of punctuation (dashes, parentheses) Interior monologue/the narrator disappears
- Looking
for a moral centre in human experience
- No
chronological order- the conventional structure of beginning, development and
conclusion disappears
- Trivial events occurring over a short period of time
- Sensations, dreams, thoughts, recollections of the characters (main focus)
STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS FICTION
The expression stream of consciousness is used to refer to the experiments by
Joyce, where the fragmentary nature of thioughts is reproduced making it very
difficult to follow. The character’s thoughts flow freely, not interrupted by
external events.
The instrument used to translate this phenomenon into words
The stream
of consciousness technique applied to literature the theories developed by two
philosophers: Henri Bergson and William James
Modernism video
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Why should you read James Joyce's "Ulysses"? - Sam Slote
ULYSSES
set in DUBLIN in 1904
It deals with a day in the life of Leopold Bloom.
Leopold is an ADVERTISING AGENT
THE NOVEL⇉ 3 books → 18 EPISODES
⇊
Each book is modelled on a section of Homer's Odissey
⇊
It covers an hour of Bloomsday
LEOPOLD → ULYSSES
STEPHEN → TELEMACHUS
MOLLY→ PENELOPE
FIRST BOOK 3 episodes → STEPHEN
SECOND BOOK 12 episodes → LEOPOLD (his wanderings)
THIRD BOOK 3 episodes → STEPHEN and LEOPLOD go to Bloom's home, where Molly is already in bed
There are few incidents. During his wanderings Bloom meets Stephen Dedalus, who is the alienated protagonist of A Portrait of an artist as a young man. He becomes his adopted son.
WHO IS LEOPOLD?
LEOPOLD =JOYCE's COMMON MAN
The alienated common man
He leaves his home at 8 o'clock to buy his breakfast and he comes back at 2 the following morning
Places he visits; a newspaper office
the cemetery
the library
the public baths
a brothel
THE MYTHICAL METHOD
Homer's myth is used to give the actions and people of a Dublin day another dimension and to express the universal in the particular
STEPHEN pure intellect (every young man seeking maturity)
MRS BLOOM sensual nature
MR BLOOM he unites the extremes. He is everybody
THEME ⇉QUEST or JOURNEY →MORAL???
Human life means suffering, falling but also struggling to rise and seek the good (overcoming chaos)
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Thursday, February 15, 2018
AUDEN
While T. S. Eliot was the key-figure of the Twenties,
AUDEN was the key figure of the thirties.
The thirties were a period of political and social UNREST-
economic crisis, unemployment, the rise of Nazism and Fascism.
The poetry of the time was mostly COMMITTED.
When Auden started writing his poems he seemed to be
very pessimistic. He realized he was living in a time characterized by terrible
events, but he also believed that something could be made to create a better
world in the hope that a generation of society would be possible. His poetry may
be divided in two periods.
In his early poems he sympathized with the Left-wing
movements, considering the poet a public voice, giving voice to the oppressed,
the weaker and the persecuted. Poetry was definitely seen as an instrument to
spread political messages.
At the time he was the leader of the Oxford group,
whose members were also Louis Mc Niece, Stephen Spender, Cecil Day Lewis.
He was influenced by Freudian psychoanalysis and
Marxism.
He mainly dealt with the horrors of his time: dictatorship and the mad quest for world
domination, citizenship and national identity, the fall of the masses under
their leaders' spell, the terrible effects of the bureaucratic state (reducing
people to statistics and figures), the Spanish Civil War, the bleakness and
perhaps impossibility of the future, the martyrdom of heroes and the death of
poets, the improper use of modern tools.
Later on, after his moving to the USA, in 1939, he
moved away from Marxism to return to his childhood religion, Anglicanism.
He started thinking that improvement is connected with
the self, not with society. Now he mainly dealt with themes like love,
friendship, death, nature, religious beliefs.
Auden used different verse forms and poetic
genres-sonnet, lyric, narrative poem, ballad , blues. He also tended to use
irony and humour even when considering serious issues of modern life.
Two poems about refugees
We Refugees by Benjamin Zephaniah
Benjamin Zephaniah (born 15 April 1958) is a British writer, dub poet and Rastafarian. He was included in The Times list of Britain's top 50 post-war writers in 2008.
His poems are often inspired by political causes. They often deal with global
issues such as racism, animal cruelty and the need for greater social justice. (
This is a poem about the various reasons why people are compelled to become refugees.
This is a poem about the various reasons why people are compelled to become refugees.
I come from a
musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
I come from a beautiful place
Where girls cannot go to school
There you are told what to believe
And even young boys must grow beards.
I come from a great old forest
I think it is now a field
And the people I once knew
Are not there now.
We can all be refugees
Nobody is safe,
All it takes is a mad leader
Or no rain to bring forth food,
We can all be refugees
We can all be told to go,
We can be hated by someone
For being someone.
I come from a beautiful place
Where the valley floods each year
And each year the hurricane tells us
That we must keep moving on.
I come from an ancient place
All my family were born there
And I would like to go there
But I really want to live.
I come from a sunny, sandy place
Where tourists go to darken skin
And dealers like to sell guns there
I just can't tell you what's the price.
I am told I have no country now
I am told I am a lie
I am told that modern history books
May forget my name.
We can all be refugees
Sometimes it only takes a day,
Sometimes it only takes a handshake
Or a paper that is signed.
We all came from refugees
Nobody simply just appeared,
Nobody's here without a struggle,
And why should we live in fear
Of the weather or the troubles?
We all came here from somewhere.
Questions
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
I come from a beautiful place
Where girls cannot go to school
There you are told what to believe
And even young boys must grow beards.
I come from a great old forest
I think it is now a field
And the people I once knew
Are not there now.
We can all be refugees
Nobody is safe,
All it takes is a mad leader
Or no rain to bring forth food,
We can all be refugees
We can all be told to go,
We can be hated by someone
For being someone.
I come from a beautiful place
Where the valley floods each year
And each year the hurricane tells us
That we must keep moving on.
I come from an ancient place
All my family were born there
And I would like to go there
But I really want to live.
I come from a sunny, sandy place
Where tourists go to darken skin
And dealers like to sell guns there
I just can't tell you what's the price.
I am told I have no country now
I am told I am a lie
I am told that modern history books
May forget my name.
We can all be refugees
Sometimes it only takes a day,
Sometimes it only takes a handshake
Or a paper that is signed.
We all came from refugees
Nobody simply just appeared,
Nobody's here without a struggle,
And why should we live in fear
Of the weather or the troubles?
We all came here from somewhere.
Questions
- What adjectives are used to refer to the poet's country?
- What's going on there?
- Give some examples of discrimination endured by people living in the poet's country?
- Who 's they in line 2 referred to?
- What are the reasons that are listed as causes for becoming a refugee?
- Why do tourists go to his country?
- "We all came here from somewhere" What does it mean?
Refugee Blues by Auden
Wystan Hugh Auden(21 February
1907 – 29 September 1973) was an English-American poet. Auden's poems deal
with politics, morals, love, and religion, and are characterized by a variety
in tone, form and content. His main themes are the value of everyman,
citizenship, national identity, materialism, communication-gap, alienation,
death and especially the horrors in his time- bureaucracy, totalitarianism.
Say this city has
ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.
Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.
In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.
The consul banged the table and said,
"If you've got no passport you're officially dead":
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.
Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?
Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said;
"If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread":
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.
Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying, "They must die":
O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.
Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.
In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.
The consul banged the table and said,
"If you've got no passport you're officially dead":
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.
Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?
Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said;
"If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread":
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.
Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying, "They must die":
O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.
Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.
Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.
Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors:
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.
Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.
refugee blues presentation
comment refugee blues
In the 1920’s many Jews felt safe in Germany and considered Germany their home, but there was definitely anti-Semitism in Germany as well as in other countries in Europe and even in the USA.
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.
Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.
Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors:
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.
Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.
refugee blues presentation
comment refugee blues
1. Match each word in A to its
meaning in B.
A
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B
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1. refugee
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a. stately homes
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2. souls
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b. town
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3. fair
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c. formally
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4. village
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d. board
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5. mansions
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e. hovels
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6. officially
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f. person in exile
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7. committee
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g. courteously
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8. holes
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h. people
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9. politely
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i. come again
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10. return
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j. good
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2. Replace each underlined word or phrase
with the correct form of the word from the word bank below. Make any necessary
changes.
Passports
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Floors
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Feet
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Great plain
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Public
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fastened
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Wood
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marched
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Speaker
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pin
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Politicians
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Daily bread
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harbour
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the Human Race
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1. Someone who
doesn’t have the relevant travel documents is unable to enter or leave a
country.
2. Elected
leaders make decisions on behalf of mankind.
3. The apartment
building had many storeys.
4. The jacket was secured
shut with a brooch.
5. The fish
swimming in the bay were only a short distance away from the
refugees.
6. There were many
trees in the forest.
7. The meeting was
open to the community.
8. The spokesman
objected to the idea that taking in many refugees would cause a shortage of necessities.
9. The soldiers walked
over the large prairie.
3.
Answer the following questions.
1. Name two places
where people are living.
2. Where are the narrator and his companion unable to
go?
3. What does the old yew do every spring?
4. According to the consul, when are you officially dead?
5. What was the
refugee offered by the committee and what did they ask him?
6. What is the
speaker at the public meeting concerned that the refugees will do if allowed
in?
7. What did the refugee mistake for the sound of thunder rumbling in the sky?
8. Which animal is let in an opened door?
9. What did the narrator see at the
harbour?
10. What did the refugee see in the woods?
11. What did the refugee see
in his dream?
12. Who is looking for the refugees?
13.“Dreamed I saw
a building with a thousand floors, A thousand windows and a thousand doors; Not
one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.” In your opinion,
what does this imagery represent?
THE JEWISH PERSECUTION
In the 1920’s many Jews felt safe in Germany and considered Germany their home, but there was definitely anti-Semitism in Germany as well as in other countries in Europe and even in the USA.
In 1935 the Nuremberg laws established that Jews could not be citizens. They were not allowed to vote or to marry a German.
In 1938 Jews could not be doctors and Jewish children were forbidden to go to school.On the night of 9th November 1938 Jewish homes, businesses and synagogues, were attacked.
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