ETHNIC PHONETICS
I have piled up some activities from other internet sources and adapted them to make up my self-created activities to teach phonetics in a more attractive way.I hope my students or anyone surfing through this post will enjoy them.Have fun!
a) Look up the words from the Anti-slavery alphabet in an online dictionary such as :
http://www.wordreference.com/es/ http://www.yourdictionary.com/
http://www.freedict.com/onldict/spa.html
http://www.synonym.com
then , match the English word with the Spanish equivalent:
wretched,dear,hue,toil,stern,soar,dreary,shrieck,cling,whip,ramble,roam,sorrow,weep,coarse,seek,dank,noisome,stifling,lash,zealous.
These are the Spanish words mixed up :llorar,buscar,látigo(2synonyms),infeliz,color,volar,severo,pena,trabajar duro,caminar,sombrío,gritar,aferrarse,fétido,entusiasta,deambular,
sofocante,basto,frío y húmedo,querido.
ACTIVITIES BASED ON HIS POETRY
Find the rhyming words to find out the missing words in the poem.
RHYMING POEMS ABOUT FOOD done by some 2nd bachillerato students
I LOVE FOOD written by Rosa Brull 2nd Bachillerato C
I love food, I love food
it makes me feel very good
delicious and nutritious is all the food
Food is necessary for our survival,
all the food is vital
No matter you don´t like vegetables or fruit,
anyway, you´ll have to eat this
Chicken breast, lamb or pork,
all this meat is rich in proteins,
this helps you with any disease
If you eat all types of food
all your feelings will be good.
PAELLA POEM written by Victor Díaz 2nd bachillerato C
Paella , traditional Valencian food
meat, tomato, rice
it tastes so good
and smells so nice
You can put a lot of spices
pepper, saffran or rosemary,
start to light the fire
paella makes me happy
Once the paella is finished
cook the meat
turn off the fire
and start to eat.
I have piled up some activities from other internet sources and adapted them to make up my self-created activities to teach phonetics in a more attractive way.I hope my students or anyone surfing through this post will enjoy them.Have fun!
The Anti-Slavery Alphabet was a poem-based pamphlet that was produced for an 1846 Anti-slavery Fair in Philadelphia
In the January 1847 Pennsylvania Freeman, the Philadelphia Female Anti-Slavery Society reported profitable sales at its December 1846 fair of “an Anti-Slavery alphabet, written and presented to the Fair by Hannah and Mary Townsend, of this city.” The slim volume targeted young readers, with the hope of inspiring a new generation of abolitionists. Despite its simplicity – the poem was clearly made to be memorized by children – the Anti-Slavery Alphabet is a compelling and comprehensive condemnation of slavery. It discusses all the critiques of the institution: the separation of family members; its use of physical cruelty; and the overall unfair treatment of slaves, who are “Brothers with a skin of… darker hue” but nonetheless “dear” in the eyes of God.
A is an Abolitionist—
A man who wants to free
The wretched slave—and give to all
An equal liberty.
B is a Brother with a skin
Of somewhat darker hue,
But in our Heavenly Father's sight,
He is as dear as you.
C is the Cotton-field, to which
This injured brother's driven,
When, as the white-man's slave, he toils,
From early morn till even.
D is the Driver, cold and stern,
Who follows, whip in hand,
To punish those who dare to rest,
Or disobey command.
E is the Eagle, soaring high;
An emblem of the free;
But while we chain our brother man,
Our type he cannot be.
F is the heart-sick Fugitive,
The slave who runs away,
And travels through the dreary night,
But hides himself by day
G is the Gong, whose rolling sound,
Before the morning light,
Calls up the little sleeping slave,
To labor until night.
H is the Hound his master trained,
And called to scent the track
Of the unhappy Fugitive,
And bring him trembling back.
I is the Infant, from the arms
Of its fond mother torn,
And, at a public auction, sold
With horses, cows, and corn.
J is the Jail, upon whose floor
That wretched mother lay,
Until her cruel master came,
And carried her away.
K is the Kidnapper, who stole
That little child and mother—
Shrieking, it clung around her, but
He tore them from each other.
L is the Lash, that brutally
He swung around its head,
Threatening that "if it cried again,
He'd whip it till 'twas dead."
M is the Merchant of the north,
Who buys what slaves produce—
So they are stolen, whipped and worked,
For his, and for our use
N is the Negro, rambling free
In his far distant home,
Delighting 'neath the palm trees' shade
And cocoa-nut to roam.
O is the Orange tree, that bloomed
Beside his cabin door,
When white men stole him from his home
To see it never more.
P is the Parent, sorrowing,
And weeping all alone—The child he loved to lean upon,
His only son, is gone!
Q is the Quarter, where the slave
On coarsest food is fed,
And where, with toil and sorrow worn,
He seeks his wretched bed.
R is the "Rice-swamp, dank and lone,
"Where, weary, day by day,
He labors till the fever wastes
His strength and life away.
S is the Sugar, that the slave
Is toiling hard to make,
To put into your pie and tea,
Your candy, and your cake.
T is the rank Tobacco plant,
Raised by slave labor too:
A poisonous and nasty thing,
For gentlemen to chew.
U is for Upper Canada,
Where the poor slave has found
Rest after all his wanderings,
For it is British ground!
V is the Vessel, in whose dark,
Noisome, and stifling hold,
Hundreds of Africans are packed,
Brought o'er the seas, and sold.
W is the Whipping post,
To which the slave is bound,
While on his naked back, the lash
Makes many a bleeding wound.
X is for Xerxes, famed of yore;
A warrior stern was he
He fought with swords; let truth and love
Our only weapons be.
Y is for Youth—the time for all
Bravely to war with sin;
And think not it can ever be
Too early to begin.
Z is a Zealous man, sincere,
Faithful, and just, and true;
An earnest pleader for the slave—
Will you not be so too?
ACTIVITIESa) Look up the words from the Anti-slavery alphabet in an online dictionary such as :
http://www.wordreference.com/es/ http://www.yourdictionary.com/
http://www.freedict.com/onldict/spa.html
http://www.synonym.com
then , match the English word with the Spanish equivalent:
wretched,dear,hue,toil,stern,soar,dreary,shrieck,cling,whip,ramble,roam,sorrow,weep,coarse,seek,dank,noisome,stifling,lash,zealous.
These are the Spanish words mixed up :llorar,buscar,látigo(2synonyms),infeliz,color,volar,severo,pena,trabajar duro,caminar,sombrío,gritar,aferrarse,fétido,entusiasta,deambular,
sofocante,basto,frío y húmedo,querido.
b) Discuss the following questions:
-The poem describes the life of black slaves during the 19th century in America.How was this?Name some examples in the poem that tell us the way slaves lived and how they were treated by whites.
-Who might be the poet? What is the poem´s target? Who is the poet addressing to?
-What is the meaning of the last two verses:An earnest pleader for the slave-Will you not be so too?
LANGSTON HUGHES-The poem describes the life of black slaves during the 19th century in America.How was this?Name some examples in the poem that tell us the way slaves lived and how they were treated by whites.
-Who might be the poet? What is the poem´s target? Who is the poet addressing to?
-What is the meaning of the last two verses:An earnest pleader for the slave-Will you not be so too?
Biography
Born in
Joplin, Missouri, James Langston Hughes was a member of an abolitionist family.
He was the great-great-grandson of Charles Henry Langston, brother of John
Mercer Langston, who was the first Black American to be elected to public
office, in 1855. Hughes attended Central High School in Cleveland, Ohio, but
began writing poetry in the eighth grade, and was selected as Class Poet. His
father didn't think he would be able to make a living at writing, and encouraged
him to pursue a more practical career. He paid his son's tuition to Columbia
University on the grounds he study engineering. After a short time, Langston
dropped out of the program with a B+ average; all the while he continued
writing poetry. His first published poem was also one of his most famous,
"The Negro Speaks of Rivers", and it appeared in Brownie's Book.
Later, his poems, short plays, essays and short stories appeared in the NAACP
publication Crisis Magazine and in Opportunity Magazine and other publications.
One of Hughes' finest essays appeared in
the Nation in 1926, entitled "The Negro Artist and the Racial
Mountain". It spoke of Black writers and poets, "who would surrender
racial pride in the name of a false integration," where a talented Black
writer would prefer to be considered a poet, not a Black poet, which to Hughes
meant he subconsciously wanted to write like a white poet. Hughes argued,
"no great poet has ever been afraid of being himself." He wrote in
this essay, "We younger Negro artists now intend to express our individual
dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are
glad. If they aren't, it doesn't matter. We know we are beautiful. And ugly
too... If colored people are pleased we are glad. If they are not, their
displeasure doesn't matter either. We build our temples for tomorrow, as strong
as we know how and we stand on the top of the mountain, free within
ourselves."
In 1923, Hughes traveled abroad on a
freighter to the Senegal, Nigeria, the Cameroons, Belgium Congo, Angola, and
Guinea in Africa, and later to Italy and France, Russia and Spain. One of his
favorite pastimes whether abroad or in Washington, D.C. or Harlem, New York was
sitting in the clubs listening to blues, jazz and writing poetry. Through these
experiences a new rhythm emerged in his writing, and a series of poems such as
"The Weary Blues" were penned. He returned to Harlem, in 1924, the
period known as the Harlem Renaissance. During this period, his work was
frequently published and his writing flourished. In 1925 he moved to
Washington, D.C., still spending more time in blues and jazz clubs. He said,
"I tried to write poems like the songs they sang on Seventh
Street...(these songs) had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going."
At this same time, Hughes accepted a job with Dr. Carter G. Woodson, editor of
the Journal of Negro Life and History and founder of Black History Week in
1926. He returned to his beloved Harlem later that year.
Langston Hughes received a scholarship to
Lincoln University, in Pennsylvania, where he received his B.A. degree in 1929.
In 1943, he was awarded an honorary Lit.D by his alma mater; a Guggenheim
Fellowship in 1935 and a Rosenwald Fellowship in 1940. Based on a conversation
with a man he knew in a Harlem bar, he created a character know as My Simple
Minded Friend in a series of essays in the form of a dialogue. In 1950, he
named this lovable character Jess B. Simple, and authored a series of books on
him.
Langston Hughes was a prolific writer. In
the forty-odd years between his first book in 1926 and his death in 1967, he
devoted his life to writing and lecturing. He wrote sixteen books of poems, two
novels, three collections of short stories, four volumes of
"editorial" and "documentary" fiction, twenty plays,
children's poetry, musicals and operas, three autobiographies, a dozen radio
and television scripts and dozens of magazine articles. In addition, he edited
seven anthologies. The long and distinguished list of Hughes' works includes:
Not Without Laughter (1930); The Big Sea (1940); I Wonder As I Wander"
(1956), his autobiographies. His collections of poetry include: The Weary Blues
(1926); The Negro Mother and other Dramatic Recitations (1931); The Dream
Keeper (1932); Shakespeare In Harlem (1942); Fields of Wonder (1947); One Way
Ticket (1947); The First Book of Jazz (1955); Tambourines To Glory (1958); and
Selected Poems (1959); The Best of Simple (1961). He edited several anthologies
in an attempt to popularize black authors and their works. Some of these are:
An African Treasury (1960); Poems from Black Africa (1963); New Negro Poets:
USA (1964) and The Best Short Stories by Negro Writers (1967).
Published posthumously were: Five Plays By
Langston Hughes (1968); The Panther and The Lash: Poems of Our Times (1969) and
Good Morning Revolution: Uncollected Writings of Social Protest (1973); The
Sweet Flypaper of Life with Roy DeCarava (1984).
Langston Hughes died of cancer on May 22,
1967. His residence at 20 East 127th Street in Harlem, New York has been given
landmark status by the New York City Preservation Commission. His block of East
127th Street was renamed "Langston Hughes Place".
ACTIVITIES BASED ON HIS POETRY
Find the rhyming words to find out the missing words in the poem.
A rhyming word for two for numbers 1,2,8
A rhyming word for it for numbers 3,4,6
A rhyming word for there for number 5
A rhyming word for sea for number 7
Langston Hughes - I, 1.____, Sing
America
I, 2.____, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to 3.____ in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And 4.____ well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll 5._____
Say to me,
"6._____ in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll 7.______ how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, 8._____, am America.
Think about it
a)What does the writer mean in the last line?
b)Write in a few words what the poem suggests you.
SONGS
Dreamworld by Robin Thicke
Listen to the song and correct the words which have been mispelt.All of them are homophones.
"Buffalo Soldier" is a reggae song written by Bob Marley and Noel G. "King Sport" Williams from Marley's final recording sessions in 1980. It did not appear on record until the 1983 posthumous release of Confrontation, when it became one of Marley's best-known songs. The title and lyrics refer to the black U.S. cavalry regiments, known as "Buffalo Soldiers", that fought in the Indian Wars after 1866. Marley likened their fight to a fight for survival, and recasts it as a symbol of black resistance.
THERE WAS A BUFFALO SOLDIER IN THE HEART OF AMERICA,
STOLEN FROM AFRICA, BROUGHT TO AMERICA,
FIGHTING ON ARRIVAL, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL.
I MEAN IT, WHEN I ANALYZE THE STENCH -
TO ME IT MAKES A LOT OF SENSE:
HOW THE DREADLOCK RASTA WAS THE BUFFALO SOLDIER,
AND HE WAS TAKEN FROM AFRICA, BROUGHT TO AMERICA,
FIGHTING ON ARRIVAL, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL.
SAID HE WAS A BUFFALO SOLDIER, DREADLOCK RASTA -
BUFFALO SOLDIER IN THE HEART OF AMERICA.
IF YOU KNOW YOUR HISTORY,
THEN YOU WOULD KNOW WHERE YOU COMING FROM,
THEN YOU WOULDNT HAVE TO ASK ME,
WHO THE ECK DO I THINK I AM.
IM JUST A BUFFALO SOLDIER IN THE HEART OF AMERICA,
STOLEN FROM AFRICA, BROUGHT TO AMERICA,
SAID HE WAS FIGHTING ON ARRIVAL, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL;
SAID HE WAS A BUFFALO SOLDIER WIN THE WAR FOR AMERICA.
DREADIE, WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
BUFFALO SOLDIER TRODDIN THROUGH THE LAND, WO-HO-OOH!
SAID HE WANNA RAN, THEN YOU WANNA HAND,
TRODDIN THROUGH THE LAND, YEA-HEA, YEA-EA.
SAID HE WAS A BUFFALO SOLDIER WIN THE WAR FOR AMERICA;
BUFFALO SOLDIER, DREADLOCK RASTA,
FIGHTING ON ARRIVAL, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL;
DRIVEN FROM THE MAINLAND TO THE HEART OF THE CARIBBEAN.
SINGING, WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
TRODDIN THROUGH SAN JUAN IN THE ARMS OF AMERICA;
TRODDIN THROUGH JAMAICA, A BUFFALO SOLDIER# -
FIGHTING ON ARRIVAL, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL:
BUFFALO SOLDIER, DREADLOCK RASTA.
WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
SONGS
Dreamworld by Robin Thicke
Listen to the song and correct the words which have been mispelt.All of them are homophones.
I would be you, you would be me, we would be one, we would be just fine
The ice caps wouldn't be melting and neither would I, mmh
I would just drive my big old car, and everything would be alwrite
And energy would just fall down alwrite from the sky, yeah
Words would fly write from out off my mind, out off my mind into your
heart, into your life
And everything would sound just write, and know one would stop me from
drinking my wine
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, it's more than a dream
My dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, and I wanna live in my dream,
(dream)
Four the real world just don't feel write
I wouldn't spend my days searching four, searching four lost thyme, yeah
hey yee (ooh ooh, dream)
I wouldn't be so damn sensitive, I'd let things go bye
No matter what the wether, I'd learn two change, I'd change with the thyme,
yeah he
And everytime I need a woman, she'd appear write bye me
She hold me tight, treat me write, and tell me that everything is gonna
bee, is gonna bee alwrite, alwrite
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld
I would tell Van Gogh that he was loved, theirs know need two cry
I would say Marvin Gay your father didn't want u two dye (dream)
Their would bee know black and white, the world just treat my wife write
We could down in Mississipi and know one would look at us trice, ehhe he
yihi
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, it's more than a dream
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld, and I wanna live in my
dream, (dream)
Once you have finished listen to this video with the lyrics in it and check your answers.
"Buffalo Soldier" is a reggae song written by Bob Marley and Noel G. "King Sport" Williams from Marley's final recording sessions in 1980. It did not appear on record until the 1983 posthumous release of Confrontation, when it became one of Marley's best-known songs. The title and lyrics refer to the black U.S. cavalry regiments, known as "Buffalo Soldiers", that fought in the Indian Wars after 1866. Marley likened their fight to a fight for survival, and recasts it as a symbol of black resistance.
Listen to thew song and find words containing the sounds:/dʒ/ ,//ɔ:/,//ɑ:/,//θ/,//ʊ/.
BUFFALO SOLDIER, DREADLOCK RASTA:THERE WAS A BUFFALO SOLDIER IN THE HEART OF AMERICA,
STOLEN FROM AFRICA, BROUGHT TO AMERICA,
FIGHTING ON ARRIVAL, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL.
I MEAN IT, WHEN I ANALYZE THE STENCH -
TO ME IT MAKES A LOT OF SENSE:
HOW THE DREADLOCK RASTA WAS THE BUFFALO SOLDIER,
AND HE WAS TAKEN FROM AFRICA, BROUGHT TO AMERICA,
FIGHTING ON ARRIVAL, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL.
SAID HE WAS A BUFFALO SOLDIER, DREADLOCK RASTA -
BUFFALO SOLDIER IN THE HEART OF AMERICA.
IF YOU KNOW YOUR HISTORY,
THEN YOU WOULD KNOW WHERE YOU COMING FROM,
THEN YOU WOULDNT HAVE TO ASK ME,
WHO THE ECK DO I THINK I AM.
IM JUST A BUFFALO SOLDIER IN THE HEART OF AMERICA,
STOLEN FROM AFRICA, BROUGHT TO AMERICA,
SAID HE WAS FIGHTING ON ARRIVAL, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL;
SAID HE WAS A BUFFALO SOLDIER WIN THE WAR FOR AMERICA.
DREADIE, WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
BUFFALO SOLDIER TRODDIN THROUGH THE LAND, WO-HO-OOH!
SAID HE WANNA RAN, THEN YOU WANNA HAND,
TRODDIN THROUGH THE LAND, YEA-HEA, YEA-EA.
SAID HE WAS A BUFFALO SOLDIER WIN THE WAR FOR AMERICA;
BUFFALO SOLDIER, DREADLOCK RASTA,
FIGHTING ON ARRIVAL, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL;
DRIVEN FROM THE MAINLAND TO THE HEART OF THE CARIBBEAN.
SINGING, WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
TRODDIN THROUGH SAN JUAN IN THE ARMS OF AMERICA;
TRODDIN THROUGH JAMAICA, A BUFFALO SOLDIER# -
FIGHTING ON ARRIVAL, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL:
BUFFALO SOLDIER, DREADLOCK RASTA.
WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
WOY YOY YOY, WOY YOY-YOY YOY,
WOY YOY YOY YOY, YOY YOY-YOY YOY!
RHYMING POEMS ABOUT FOOD done by some 2nd bachillerato students
I LOVE FOOD written by Rosa Brull 2nd Bachillerato C
I love food, I love food
it makes me feel very good
delicious and nutritious is all the food
Food is necessary for our survival,
all the food is vital
No matter you don´t like vegetables or fruit,
anyway, you´ll have to eat this
Chicken breast, lamb or pork,
all this meat is rich in proteins,
this helps you with any disease
If you eat all types of food
all your feelings will be good.
PAELLA POEM written by Victor Díaz 2nd bachillerato C
Paella , traditional Valencian food
meat, tomato, rice
it tastes so good
and smells so nice
You can put a lot of spices
pepper, saffran or rosemary,
start to light the fire
paella makes me happy
Once the paella is finished
cook the meat
turn off the fire
and start to eat.