I've just seen the movie Frankenweenie and I loved it so I highly recommend it to anyone. Don't let the fact that it's a black and white film put you off, it is funny, sweet, sad and just lovely. It's also full of references to the first Frankenstein films with Boris Karloff as The Monster, great films as well.
So I googled some and found out that Frankenweenie is actually a remake of a short film Tim Burton made in 1984. It is on youtube (dubbed in Spanish and the original) so check it out but not until you see the full length movie!
Tim Burton has used the stop motion technique in many of his films (both long and short). This animation technique makes a physically manipulated object appear to move on its own.
It is the technique used in the following 1982 short (under 6 minutes!) by Tim Burton.
The film is called Vincent and it is a beautiful tribute to Vincent Price, who narrates it. He was an American actor best known for his distinctive voice and his roles in horror films, including many Edgar Allan Poe adaptations.
Enjoy!
Are you excited about the new 007 (double o seven) movie? I am, a little. I'm not a great fan of the franchise but I'm really looking forward to this one. Maybe it is because our own Javier Bardem plays the villain ...
let's start enjoying Skyfall: watch the trailer and listen to the theme song by Adele:
The English language evolves so fast and that's not a bad thing. The real language is the one spoken by the people every day and not the one you sometimes find only in textbooks and dictionaries.
I firmly believe that and as a teacher I try to take that into account and sometimes allow my students some formal mistakes because they're really more authentic as they are widely used by native speakers. The more fluent students are familiar with them thanks to video games, television and music. They have learnt them watching their favourite shows, playing video games and listening to songs.
That creates another problem though. Through songs, dangerous words enter the language. They're dangerous because they are used mainly by teenagers, to whom those songs are aimed in the first place. They are also dangerous because they teach them to be discriminatory and violent. By giving positive words a negative meaning we are making associations which only lead to prejudice, inequity, intolerance and bigotry, AND WE MUST FIGHT THAT!!
That is what organizations like The Backbone Zone are doing, and in this case they're doing it brilliantly.
Everybody has a backbone. The Backbone Zone is a project to help
students find theirs, and to give them tools to confront
gender-bullying, sexual harassment, and sexist and homophobic language
when they see and hear it. Check out their webpage, and facebook!
You've probably heard in the news about Malala Yousufzai, the Pakistani teenage blogger who was shot in the head by the Taliban in an attempt to kill not only her but women's hopes in her country.
Malala had spoken out in a blog about the Taliban's closings of most girls schools in her country, how human rights were being taken away from women and girls systematically by their regime.
It is a sad world we live in.
Malala has survived this attack but she'll live the rest of her life under death threats.
I cannot express how saddened I feel about all this. Being a woman still is a risk in the 21st century; it seems to me that even more so than decades ago.
I leave you with a few of Malala's words, but you can read her blog here:
"I
had a terrible dream yesterday with military helicopters and the
Taleban. I have had such dreams since the launch of the military
operation in Swat. My mother made me breakfast and I went off to school.
I was afraid going to school because the Taleban had issued an edict
banning all girls from attending schools.
Only 11 students attended the class out of 27. The number decreased
because of Taleban's edict. My three friends have shifted to Peshawar,
Lahore and Rawalpindi with their families after this edict. On my way from school to home I heard a man saying 'I will kill you'.
I hastened my pace and after a while I looked back if the man was still
coming behind me. But to my utter relief he was talking on his mobile
and must have been threatening someone else over the phone."
—Malala Yousafzai, 3 January 2009 BBC blog entry
"I was getting ready for school and about to wear my uniform when I
remembered that our principal had told us not to wear uniforms - and
come to school wearing normal clothes instead. So I decided to wear my
favourite pink dress. Other girls in school were also wearing colourful
dresses and the school presented a homely look.
My friend came to me and said, 'for God's sake, answer me honestly,
is our school going to be attacked by the Taleban?' During the morning
assembly we were told not to wear colourful clothes as the Taleban would
object to it.
I came back from school and had tuition sessions after lunch. In
the evening I switched on the TV and heard that curfew had been lifted
from Shakardra after 15 days. I was happy to hear that because our
English teacher lived in the area and she might be coming to school now."
There's a feature in today's Guardian about the number of universities, students, the cost of studying and more interesting information about different European countries. How does Spain rate? Find out here
With this huge and long-lasting crisis, for many young Spaniards (and not so young) finding a job is an impossible task. Even if they were lucky enough to finally find one, they would most probably be underpaid and overworked. This makes me so sad... To think you will probably have to migrate to be able to earn a living!
It is not a bad thing to go abroad to work, in my opinion it is something everyone should try at least for a period of time. But the reasons you do it shouldn't be because you have no alternative. It feels like there's no future, as the Sex Pistols would say...
Let's hope the answer to the question is NO.
There's an interesting piece of news on today's Guardian about this topic. I highly recommend it so here's the link: Unemployment Special
"Translation is the first step towards the
rapprochement of peoples, and is also a decentralizing experience,
teaching diversity and dialogue. Translation is one of the driving
principles of our creative diversity, which enriches each language
through contact with all the others."
Irina Bokova, Director General Message for World Book and Copyright Day 2012
By celebrating this Day throughout the world,
UNESCO seeks to promote reading, publishing and the protection of
intellectual property through copyright.
23 April is a symbolic
date for world literature, since 23 April 1616 was the date of death
of Cervantes, Shakespeare and Inca Garcilaso de la Vega. 23 April is
also the date of birth or death of other prominent authors such as
Maurice Druon, K.Laxness, Vladimir Nabokov, Josep Pla and Manuel Mejía
Vallejo.
So there's not much I want to add to that but I do want to finish this post with an English translation of a beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda. Neruda is one of my favourite poets and although it is much better to read poetry in its original language sometimes that's not possible. I thank all the translators who have made it possible for us to enjoy the works of so many different authors. They do an amazing job at translating the sometimes untranslatable.
Taken from: Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada (Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair) Translated by W.S. Merwin
The poem read by Glen Close:
Me gustas cuando callas by Pablo Neruda
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca. Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía. Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo. Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo. Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
English Translation
I Like for You to be Still
I like for you to be still: it as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy. I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you: Let me come to be still in your silence. And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
Your are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid. I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it’s not true.
Adrienne Rich has just died and it is a sad loss. She was a person who fought for what's right and truthful. She was a seeker of justice, of equality, of Peace. She was an amazing woman and a wonderful poet who spoke of the writer’s obligation “not to fake it, not to practice a false innocence, not pull the shades down on what’s happening next door or across town.”
In a 1984 speech she summed up her reason for writing — and, by loud unspoken implication, her reason for being — in just seven words. What she and her sisters-in-arms were fighting to achieve, she said, was simply this: “the creation of a society without domination.”(source: The New York Times)
FOR THE DEAD by Adrienne Rich
I dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: Be kinder to yourself
but you were sick and would not answer
The waste of my love goes on this way
trying to save you from yourself
I have always wondered about the left-over
energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill
long after the rains have stopped
or the fire you want to go to bed from
but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down
the red coals more extreme, more curious
in their flashing and dying
than you wish they were
sitting long after midnight
And now the poet herself reads her poem "What Kind of Times Are These." Part of the Poetry Everywhere project airing on public television. Produced by David Grubin Productions and WGBH Boston, in association with the Poetry Foundation. Filmed at the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival. For more information, visit http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/poetryeverywhere/.
There's a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill
and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows.
I've walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don't be fooled
this isn't a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here,
our country moving closer to its own truth and dread,
its own ways of making people disappear.
I won't tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods
meeting the unmarked strip of light—
ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.
And I won't tell you where it is, so why do I tell you
anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these
Let's celebrate International Women's Day , which is tomorrow, March 8th, with an homage to a great woman and human being. A woman who rose in spite of the things against her for not only was she a woman in the 19th century but also black and a former slave.
Sojourner Truth was an an African-American abolitionist and women's rights activist. She was born into slavery, but escaped with her infant daughter to freedom in 1826.She had to leave her other children behind because they were not legally freed in the emancipation order until they had served as bound servants into their twenties. She later said:
"I did not run off, for I thought that wicked, but I walked off, believing that to be all right."
She was also one of the first black women to go to court against a white man and win the case.
In 1851 she attended the Ohio Women's Rights Convention in Akron, Ohio where she delivered her famous speech on racial inequalities, "Ain't I a Woman". Marius Robinson, who attended the convention and worked with Truth, recorded his version of the speech in the June 21, 1851, issue of the Anti-Slavery Bugle. "One of the most unique and interesting speeches of the convention was made by Sojourner Truth, an emancipated slave. It is impossible to transfer it to paper, or convey any adequate idea of the effect it produced upon the audience. Those only can appreciate it who saw her powerful form, her whole-souled, earnest gesture, and listened to her strong and truthful tones. She came forward to the platform and addressing the President said with great simplicity: "May I say a few words?" Receiving an affirmative answer, she proceeded:"
Ain't I A Woman?
Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that 'twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this here talking about?
That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?
Then they talk about this thing in the head; what's this they call it? [member of audience whispers, "intellect"] That's it, honey. What's that got to do with women's rights or negroes' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?
Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.
If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.
Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say.
In the following video, Poet Alice Walker (author of The Color Purple) reads the 1851 speech as part of a reading from Voices of a People's History of the United States (Howard Zinn and Anthony Arnove,) November 11, 2006 in Berkeley, California.
World Book Day is the biggest celebration of its kind, anywhere. Millions and millions of book vouchers given out, great free books for kids, excitement everywhere (on blogs, in newspapers, on TV and in schools, libraries and, of course, bookshops), people coming together (including lots and lots of young readers) in a big, loud, happy celebration of reading.
We can join in the celebration from Spain by downloading the brand new World Book Day App for iPhone, iPad and iPod touch on the iTunes store, the low, low price of absolutely FREE!
It includes six brilliant short stories written especially for World Book Day by some of the best Young Adult authors in the world!
Let's celebrate some more with this poem by Dr Seuss:
I Can Read With My Eyes Shut! Dr. Seuss
I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too. I can read in bed, and in purple. and in brown. I can read in a circle and upside down! I can read with my left eye. I can read with my right. I can read Mississippi with my eyes shut tight! There are so many things you can learn about. But…you’ll miss the best things If you keep your eyes shut. The more that you read, the more things you will know The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go. If you read with your eyes shut you’re likely to find That the place where you’re going is far, far behind SO…that’s why I tell you to keep your eyes wide. Keep them wide open…at least on one side.
To celebrate Valentine's Day I'm posting a poem written by Adrian Henri for his short-lived (late 60s) Poetry-Rock band The Liverpool Scene. It is a fun way of looking at poetry which many of you will appreciate. It's like a pop song made into a poem, a pop poem maybe? Oh, how I love the wonderful and sometimes unexpected world of poetry!
Love Is...
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fanclub with only two fans
Love is walking holding paintstained hands
Love is
Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don't put out the light
Love is
Love is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you're feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is Love is when you open Valentines Love is when you read those awful lines(?) Love is when you read between the lines*
Love is
Love is you and love is me
Love is a prison and love is free
Love's what's there when you're away from me
Love is
Adrian Henri
* These three lines are from the version in the following video, the original went like this: Love is white panties lying all forlorn.
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm.
Love is when you have to leave at dawn.
Dickens' 200th anniversary will be marked tomorrow in ceremonies across the world.
The Prince of Wales and the Duchess of Cornwall will be leading celebrations in the United Kingdom and Charles will lay a wreath on Dickens' grave at Westminster Abbey, where he was buried in 1870.
Ralph Fiennes, who will next be seen as Magwitch in a new film adaptation of Great Expectations, will read an extract from Bleak House with readings also being given by Mark Dickens, great-great-grandson of Charles Dickens.
The Schools minister Nick Gibb has said today that Great Expectations is one of the books all children should read before they leave primary school. The truth is that it may be a little too hard for eleven-year-olds to read it as Dickens wrote it. (source)
The Guardian is making it easier for us as they have published the digested read versions of three of his finest books, Great Expectations, Bleak House and David Copperfield, at guardian.co.uk/books. Who can resist Pip, Miss Havisham, Lady Dedlock, Steerforth and Dopey Dora? Over the course of the year, they will be digesting all Dickens's greatest novels. Next up this month? What better for these miserable days of austerity than Hard Times? Give them a try!
The following is a cartoon about the life and times of Dickens made by the BBC. Turn on (or activate) the subtitles for an easier viewing.
I'm also posting one of the most famous beginnings of a novel in English. From A Tale of Two Cities:
"The Period
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct
the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present
period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its
being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree
of comparison only."
There's a very interesting article in today's Guardian about European stereotypes , part of the series on Europe they are doing . Six leading newspapers (including El Pais) from the largest EU countries have come together in a joint project to build up a more nuanced picture of the EU and explore what Europe does well and what not so well. In European stereotypes: what do we think of each other and are we right? - interactive , the six newspapers in the Europa project were asked to stereotype each other, and then asked cultural commentators in each country to assess how accurate they are.
Give it a try, see if you agree...
Burns Night is annually celebrated in Scotland on or around January 25. It commemorates the life of the bard (poet) Robert Burns, who was born on January 25, 1759. The day also celebrates Burns' contribution to Scottish culture.
The Burns Supper is an institution of Scottish life. Suppers can range from an informal gathering of friends to a huge, formal dinner full of pomp and circumstance.
The Scottish flag is often displayed at Burns' Night celebrations. It is known as the Saltire and consists of a rectangular blue background with thick white bars on the diagonals. The diagonals form a cross that represents Saint Andrew, the patron saint of Scotland.
At Burns' Night events, many men wear kilts and women may wear shawls, skirts or dresses made from their family tartan. A tartan was originally a woolen cloth with a distinctive pattern made by using colors of weft and warp when weaving. Particular patterns and combinations of colors were associated with different areas, clans and families. Tartan patterns are now printed on various materials.
Many types of food are associated with Burns' Night. These include: cock-a-leekie soup (chicken and leek soup); haggis; neeps (mashed turnips or swedes) and tatties (mashed potatoes); cranachan (whipped cream mixed with raspberries and served with sweet oat wafers); and bannocks (a kind of bread cooked on a griddle). Whisky is the traditional drink.
For more information and recipes go here.
Apart from eating and enjoying the traditional Scottish dishes, it is also customary to recite some poems and songs such as The Selkirk Grace, 'A man's a man for a' that' and Address to a Haggis, being the last song they sing Auld Lang Syne , of course. I would post one of Burns' poems but I'm afraid they're too difficult as they are not in English but in Scots.
It's been a long time since I last posted a poem. It was time...
This is a poem by Robert Bly, a great poet in his own right but an excellent translator too. That's how I first knew of him as he has translated the works of many Spanish (or Spanish speaking) poets, such as Lorca, Machado, Neruda.
One day I'll post some of his translations. He is amazing to me because he not only translates from Spanish but from other languages as well, and poetry no less, which is probably the most difficult genre. So, I admire him for that.
Enjoy this lovely poem!
Starting a Poem
You are alone. Then there's a knock
On the door. It's a word. You
Bring it in. Things go
OK for a while. But this word
Has relatives. Soon
They turn up. None of them work.
They sleep on the floor, and they steal
Your tennis shoes.
You started it; you weren't
Content to leave things alone.
Now the den is a mess, and the
Remote is gone.
That's what being married
Is like. You never receive your
Wife only, but the
Madness of her family.
Now see what's happened?
Where is your car? You won't
Be able to find
The keys for a week.
Robert Bly
If you like, you can go to Minnesota Public Radio's site, where you can read and listen to this and other poems read by the poet himself, and his comments too. Highly recommended!!
Herod and the Three Magi, Canterbury Cathedral, c. 1180
One of my new year's resolutions is to continue posting a poem a week. Last year it was supposed to be every Friday but I failed to post many times. I think that maybe if I don't limit it to just one particular day of the week I'll be more successful. (I probably won't but one can dream...)
So for this first week of 2012 I've chosen a very appropriate poem. Tonight is Twelfth Night, defined by the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary as "the evening of the fifth of January, preceding Twelfth Day, the eve of the Epiphany, formerly the last day of the Christmas festivities and observed as a time of merrymaking".
It is an old Spanish tradition that on this particular night the Three Wise Men or Magi visit "every child in Spain" bearing gifts (and I won't spoil this night for you with my opinion on this subject, at least not now)
This is a poem about T. S. Eliot's own journey from agnosticism to faith; he wrote it around the time of his baptism and acceptance into the Anglican Church, in 1927.
The Journey of the Magi
'A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For the journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.'
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins,
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death,
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.
