Ερώτηση κρίσης: Πόσα και ποία τα μηνύματα της πινακίδας;
Friday, May 29, 2009
Η αβάσταχτη πολυσημία της αγλωσσίας!
Η παρακάτω ενημερωτική και προειδοποιητική πινακίδα ευρίσκεται σε γνωστό και δημοφιλές μπαρ της Αθήνας.
Ερώτηση κρίσης: Πόσα και ποία τα μηνύματα της πινακίδας;
Ερώτηση κρίσης: Πόσα και ποία τα μηνύματα της πινακίδας;
Friday, May 22, 2009
Κινηματογραφικό Quiz #6
Από ποίο φιλμ προέρχεται το ακόλουθο καρρέ;
και...
από ποίο φιλμ αυτό το καρρέ;
και...
από ποίο φιλμ αυτό το καρρέ;
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
Ακούτε θέατρο; “We’ll hear a play!” (IV)
Ακούστε την «Δωδεκάτη Νύχτα» του William Shakespeare σε ηχογράφηση του 1961, με την Dorothy Tutin (1930-2001) στον διπλό ρόλο της Viola και του Cesario.
Διανομή
Orsino, Duke of Illyria, in love with Olivia ........ Derek Godfrey
Viola, sister to Sebastian, disguised manservant
to Orsino (Cesario), in love with the Duke ........ Dorothy Tutin
Sea Captain, friend to Viola ................................. John Barton
Olivia, a rich countess ............................................ Jill Balcon
Maria, Olivia’s woman .................................... Prunella Scales
Malvolio, proud servant to Olivia ..................... Tony Church
Sir Toby Belch, uncle to Olivia ..................... Patrick Wymark
Sir Andrew Aguecheek, friend to Sir Toby,
suitor to Olivia ............................................... Robert Eddison
Fabian, servant to Olivia ................................ David Coombes
Feste the Clown, servant to Olivia .......................... Peter Pears
Sebastian, brother to Viola ............................ Patrick Garland
Antonio, sea captain, friend to Sebastian ................... Peter Orr
Valentine, gentleman attending on the Duke ............. Ian Lang
Curio, gentleman attending on the Duke ...... Tony Whitehead
1/4: Act I, Scene 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
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2/4: Act I, Scene 5 (conclusion), Act II, Scene 1, 2, 3
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3/4: Act II, Scene 4, 5, Act III, Scene 1, 2, 3, 4
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4/4: Act III, Scene 4 (conclusion), Act IV, Scene 1, 2, 3, Act V, Scene 1
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Το πλήρες κείμενο της κωμωδίας εδώ:
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/twelfth_night/full.html
Friday, March 27, 2009
Κινηματογραφικό Quiz #3
Από ποίο φιλμ προέρχεται το ακόλουθο καρρέ;
και...
από ποίο φιλμ αυτό το καρρέ;
και...
από ποίο φιλμ αυτό το καρρέ;
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Ημέρα της Γυναίκας; Ράψτε κάνα πουκάμισο!
Η Gwen Watford διαβάζει το ποίημα “The Song of the Shirt” του Thomas Hood.
Ακούστε την:
The Song of the Shirt
by Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread--
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the «Song of the Shirt.»
«Work! work! work!
While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work--work--work,
Till the stars shine through the roof!
It's Oh! to be a slave
Along with the barbarous Turk,
Where woman has never a soul to save,
If this is Christian work!
«Work--work--work,
Till the brain begins to swim;
Work--work--work,
Till the eyes are heavy and dim!
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Till over the buttons I fall asleep,
And sew them on in a dream!
«Oh, Men, with Sisters dear!
Oh, men, with Mothers and Wives!
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives!
Stitch--stitch--stitch,
In poverty, hunger and dirt,
Sewing at once, with a double thread,
A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
«But why do I talk of Death?
That Phantom of grisly bone,
I hardly fear its terrible shape,
It seems so like my own--
It seems so like my own,
Because of the fasts I keep;
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
«Work--work--work!
My labour never flags;
And what are its wages? A bed of straw,
A crust of bread--and rags.
That shatter'd roof--this naked floor--
A table--a broken chair--
And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank
For sometimes falling there!
«Work--work--work!
From weary chime to chime,
Work--work--work,
As prisoners work for crime!
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumb'd.
As well as the weary hand.
«Work--work--work,
In the dull December light,
And work--work--work,
When the weather is warm and bright--
While underneath the eaves
The brooding swallows cling
As if to show me their sunny backs
And twit me with the spring.
«Oh! but to breathe the breath
Of the cowslip and primrose sweet--
With the sky above my head,
And the grass beneath my feet,
For only one short hour
To feel as I used to feel,
Before I knew the woes of want
And the walk that costs a meal!
«Oh! but for one short hour!
A respite however brief!
No blessed leisure for Love or Hope,
But only time for Grief!
A little weeping would ease my heart,
But in their briny bed
My tears must stop, for every drop
Hinders needle and thread!»
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread--
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch,--
Would that its tone could reach the Rich!--
She sang this «Song of the Shirt!»
Πηγή: Listen for Pleasure, Best Loved Verse, read by Gwen Watford and Richard Pasco, 2MC-1991
Ακούστε την:
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The Song of the Shirt
by Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread--
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the «Song of the Shirt.»
«Work! work! work!
While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work--work--work,
Till the stars shine through the roof!
It's Oh! to be a slave
Along with the barbarous Turk,
Where woman has never a soul to save,
If this is Christian work!
«Work--work--work,
Till the brain begins to swim;
Work--work--work,
Till the eyes are heavy and dim!
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Till over the buttons I fall asleep,
And sew them on in a dream!
«Oh, Men, with Sisters dear!
Oh, men, with Mothers and Wives!
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives!
Stitch--stitch--stitch,
In poverty, hunger and dirt,
Sewing at once, with a double thread,
A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
«But why do I talk of Death?
That Phantom of grisly bone,
I hardly fear its terrible shape,
It seems so like my own--
It seems so like my own,
Because of the fasts I keep;
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
«Work--work--work!
My labour never flags;
And what are its wages? A bed of straw,
A crust of bread--and rags.
That shatter'd roof--this naked floor--
A table--a broken chair--
And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank
For sometimes falling there!
«Work--work--work!
From weary chime to chime,
Work--work--work,
As prisoners work for crime!
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumb'd.
As well as the weary hand.
«Work--work--work,
In the dull December light,
And work--work--work,
When the weather is warm and bright--
While underneath the eaves
The brooding swallows cling
As if to show me their sunny backs
And twit me with the spring.
«Oh! but to breathe the breath
Of the cowslip and primrose sweet--
With the sky above my head,
And the grass beneath my feet,
For only one short hour
To feel as I used to feel,
Before I knew the woes of want
And the walk that costs a meal!
«Oh! but for one short hour!
A respite however brief!
No blessed leisure for Love or Hope,
But only time for Grief!
A little weeping would ease my heart,
But in their briny bed
My tears must stop, for every drop
Hinders needle and thread!»
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread--
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch,--
Would that its tone could reach the Rich!--
She sang this «Song of the Shirt!»
Πηγή: Listen for Pleasure, Best Loved Verse, read by Gwen Watford and Richard Pasco, 2MC-1991
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