A POET IS BORN

Did you know we can celebrate “poetry”?

Yeah, it’s true. There is a day marked in the calendar for this purpose. If there is poetry in your soul and you are about to burst with emotions, go ahead! Pour it all into a poem!

Send your ideas, your small poems, your glorious challenges to the world, to this email address:

   lctidiomas@infonegocio.com

and we’ll post them on the blog. Come on, dare immortality with us!  

  IN THE MEANTIME, why not have a look at the poets who have already become stars in a a universe of words?

Ladies and gentlemen, aliens and residents, animals and Animals, I give you

Miss Marina!

Marina Tsvetayeva, translated by David McDuff

For my poems, written down so soon in life, so early,

I did not know I was a poet yet,

Forced loose from me like droplets from a fountain,

A rocket's sparkling jet,

Poems storming from me, invading, like some tiny demons,

The sanctuary where sleep and incense twine,

Their themes made up of youth and death, my poems,

My always unread lines!

Thrown here and there, amid the dust of various bookshops,

Untouched then, now, by any reader's thumb,

For my poems, stored deep like wines of precious vintage,

I know a time will come.

Oh, my, there goes my last tear…

Anyway, I think it proper to add some background to the artist, so that we can understand her art better.

• --------Marina Tsvetayeva had a difficult life. She was born in Moscow, Russia. Her father was a professor of art history and her mother a pianist who never fulfilled her ambition of playing at concert level. By her own account, Tsvetayeva had a bittersweet childhood.
• Her mother had wanted a musical son. Instead, she got a poetic daughter! Apparently, her mother sometimes destroyed her daughter.s early poems.
• After her mother’s death in 1906, Tsvetayeva could finally give up her music lessons and concentrate on her writing. She married in 1912 and had two daughters. When her husband joined the Tsar’s White Army, they were separated by events for five years. During this time, she suffered badly in the Moscow famine. She had no money to look after herself and her children.
• Therefore, she took the drastic step of putting one of her daughters in a state orphanage, hoping she would be better fed. However, tragically, her daughter died of starvation in 1920.-------

I’m a WICKED kind of girl

Once upon a time, a friend of mine told me about a book. She said I was the main character. In awe, she insisted I was wicked. As time went by, I decided I had to see for myself. That’s how I ended up reading a book called “Wicked”.

Are you wicked?

Let me know!

In the meantime, I’ll post some quotes from the book that I’ve found quite quizzical. Food for thought. Or should I say book for thought?

 

quote 1: Will I ever find my way without probing around in the darkness?

quote 2:

One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her - is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?"

quote 3:

"Every day is a great crisis for our society" -Melena Pg9

That’s all for now folks! See you real soon.

A DAY TO BROOD

I switch on the TV. I open a newspaper. I eavesdrop conversations in the street. Every time, there is talk of the same disease. People against people. People against Nature. Sometimes it’s a man against a woman. Sometimes it’s a woman against a child. Other times, it’s teenagers who prey on other teenagers. As if for these predators other people were guinea pigs to probe and zap and bury.

    Sometimes I wonder why there are so many people who enjoy hurting life. Nowadays when so much knowledge is available. When schools and the media and the goverments lay cultural resources at our feet. When we have so many opportunities to learn and become more than what we start with.

    I wonder. We can teach geography, maths, politics, biology. We can learn about the deep ocean, the far away space.

But can we teach how to have a soul? And can we learn how to see it in others?

This is how we have fun at LCTIDIOMAS

 

Can you imagine a better way to celebrate Carnival’09?

This is it. Cute faces, friendly smiles, loads of fun and no shyness in sight. These children were eager to show their teacher how proficient they are both at English and fun.

  If you recognise these beauties, good for you! One is right out from space.

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What’s more, we have gathered works of art from Gloria’s class, from our Valdelasierra centre. Down below is the whole wall of assignments.

From swords of valour to modern kings of politics, you can see a range of interests with one thing in common.  English as good as gold.

And now delight your imagination with each piece:

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  This is it for now. But keep an eye on this blog and tune in again soon. For surely there will be more fantastic examples of our students’ ENGLISH PRIDE.