Banksy in London. Lesson Plans

 Shared by M. Carmen Carbajo:

Banksy needs no introduction as an artist in the world of street art and popular culture. In fact, he has been responsible for the rising popularity of street art in recent years. From my point of view, not only some of his works make us think but they also critizice some important points of our society such as consumerism, inequality, power and so on.

Here there are three of my favourites pieces of art of Bansky located in London. They are food for thought.

1.    “Shop Till You Drop” also called as “Falling shopper” in Bruton Lane.

This work shows this work depicts a woman falling from the top of a building, clinging to a a shopping trolley containing a few items. The aim was to point out the dangers of consumerism.

2.    “The Jungle” in Knightsbridge

The work features the iconic image of Cosette from the historical novel Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. The iconic French emblem is depicted with Cosette shown with tears running down her face as she is engulfed in the fumes from the CS gas canister on the ground below her.

This stencil work criticizes and draws attention to the measures that the French authorities were taking to deal with the refugees in ‘The Jungle’ refugee camp in Calais, namely the use of deploying CS gas as a form of crowd control in the thousands of refugees who at that time resided there. It also points out the double standards of europe and criticizes.

3.    ‘Aachoo!!’ in Bristol´s Totterdown neighborhood.

This work appeared on one of the side walls of a house at the junction of Vale Street y Park Street. this painting reflects the importance of wearing a mask to avoid the spread of coronavirus. In addition to the importance of taking care of our elders so that they are not infected by coronavirus.

Exit Through the Gift Shop - Documentary: 

Where to find Banksy murals in London

https://www.myartbroker.com/artist/banksy/londons-top-12-banksy-murals/

Free Lesson plans and resources about Banksy

Banksy art raises money for hospitals by Lingua House

https://www.linguahouse.com/es/esl-lesson-plans/general-english/banksy-art-raises-money-for-hospitals

Street Art by Kimball Art Center

https://kimballartcenter.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/EVA_2019-20209.pdf

Graffiti by British Council

https://www.teachingenglish.org.uk/article/graffiti

Lesson Plans: Banksy  (B2 to C1) by That ELT Blog

https://thateltblog.wordpress.com/2018/01/17/lesson-plan-banksy-part-1/

https://thateltblog.wordpress.com/2018/02/07/lesson-plan-banksy-part-two-b2-fce/

Art or Prank? by ESL Brains

https://eslbrains.com/art-or-prank/

Funeral poems

 

Shared by Inmaculada González:

This poem is often read at funerals. The author, Henry Scott-Holland (1847-1918), a priest at St. Paul's Cathedral of London, did not intend it as a poem, it was actually delivered as part of a sermon in 1910. 

The sermon, titled, "Dead the King of Terrors" was preached while the body of King Edward VII was Lying in state at Westmister.

Death Is Nothing At All

By Henry Scott-Holland

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/death-is-nothing-at-all-by-henry-scott-holland

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.                         

_______________________________________________

When I am dead, my dearest

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

                                  by Christina Rossetti

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/death-is-nothing-at-all-by-henry-scott-holland

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/death-is-nothing-at-all-by-henry-scott-holland

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/death-is-nothing-at-all-by-henry-scott-holland

Neal's Yard

 

Shared by Petrina Moir:

This is definitely one of my favourite hidden corners of London, just around the corner from Covent Garden. It really is an explosion of colour even on a drizzly day (the usual British weather),

https://secretldn.com/neals-yard-covent-garden/

if you venture further there is even the Banksy above on the wall,

Simon Griggs' favourite French restaurant is just around the corner: it's called Mon Plaisir and the snails are delicious!

Pancake Day-Shrove Tuesday

 

Shared by Mary Marsell:

The link below was helpful in understanding why my English girlfriends in Spain were all talking about PANCAKES AND CREPES today and what the terms like Pancake Tuesday* meant.

Before I was thinking, "well, we eat those every Saturday morning!" I confess my ignorance, oh my! 

*Home cooks and chefs alike know that there’s one food in particular that’s ideal for using up lots of eggs and butter: pancakes. The food has worked its way into the lore and language of Shrove Tuesday itself. In the UK and other parts of the world, Shrove Tuesday is known as Pancake Day or Pancake Tuesday. 

Btw.... Make sure if you buy maple syrup (from the store Taste of America or any other market) be sure to get the REAL maple syrup that comes from maple trees (pure 100%), which is a million times better! And, it's better for you than the cheap chemical and corn syrups taste-alikes).

https://www.dictionary.com/e/meaning-of-shrove-tuesday-mardi-gras-ash-wednesday-lent/?utm_source=Sailthru&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=TUESDAY%20Daily%20Email%202019%202021-02-16&utm_term=Quote%20Emails%20%28primary%29

Comments on Mary's post:

"I was brought up as a Protestant in the Church of England and we also had Fish Fridays! At boarding school, we were served a dish called Kedgeree. It originated in India but was brought back by returning British colonials.
Here's a link to a recipe: if you try it, let us know!"
https://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/really_good_kedgeree_75198

"I was raised in the Catholic faith and we were subjected most horrendously to Fish Friday every week and during Lent, my father insisted that we ate NO red meat, well almost no meat at all.

Even though I used to love Shrove Tuesday as it was Pancake Day - and in my opinion the best way to eat pancakes (let's face it one pancake is never enough!!! lol) is with some sugar and lemon juice, I don't have fond memories of Lent. Imagine being a child and having to eat that much fish; really quite traumatic (it sounds so dramatic now lol) What always got me through was knowing that at Easter we would get chocolate Easter eggs. So I guess first the pain, then the pleasure...(40 Shades of Grey - I mean 40 days...)"

Tea idioms

 

Shared by Remedios Gómez:

If you want to know more on this, click on:

http://www.quickanddirtytips.com/education/grammar/idioms-about-tea

More TEA idioms added in the course:

"It's not my cup of tea!"

 "spilling the T" or "spilling the tea". T stands for truth, and spilling the tea stands for telling someone a juicy bit of gossip.

You're as useful as a chocolate teapot!:: you are completely useless.

Dr. Terai Trent: Everyone has a right to dream

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ewh1zT8VpQo

Shared by Remedios Gómez:

On such a day as today (Women's Day), I'd like to share with you information about an examplary Zimbabwean-American woman who has changed education in Africa (and around the world, as well). She is Tererai Trent. I knew about her last Term while dealing with my upper secondary students about education around the world.

Despite having a difficult childhood and youth, he was able to achieve her dreams, and for me, she is a model.

You can watch an interview here, which is worth watching!: 

Nicki Minay, rap singer

 

Shared by Mª Carmen Carbajo:

Nicki Minaj is a famous rapper who was born in Trinidad. She participates in the song called Tusa that I am sure you recognize.