Teaching language means really teaching anything that can be put in
words, and this comprises the whole range of arts and sciences. I have often
mulled over the question of how a student’s general knowledge and sensitivity
to their own language determines how much they can learn in a foreign language.
The answer is obvious: the more content there is the more words you will
need to clothe it and the more sophisticated the structures. Students who read books normally perform
better in all four skills, notably in writing.
The ability of a language teacher to intervene in the overall scheme of
things at schools is almost zero. However, I find that there are ways in which
we can provide stimuli for our students to broaden their horizons and excite
their curiosity for learning.
Paintings make great springboards for writing or discussion while at the
same time they may serve to introduce students to art.
Depending on what the painting
depicts, you could approach it in different ways. You might want to focus on
vocabulary development or on a particular grammatical pattern. The
possibilities are endless exactly like the paintings.
I will begin with a painting by one of my favourite painters, Frederick
Childe Hassam. It is called Moonlight on
the Sound, and it has a calming, even mesmerising effect on me.
After allowing some time for the students to have a close look at the
image, you could do the following or any of the following depending on your
group and aims:
Ask the students to think of other compound words with “light”
(sunlight, twilight, candlelight, daylight, floodlight, spotlight etc)
Teach the phrasal verb “make out” and ask what they would be able to
make out if they stood on the shore, if they made part of this seascape.
Could they see the hues of blue? Could they hear the lapping of the
waves? Could they smell the salt of the sea?
Refer the students to the colour thesaurus for a first acquaintance with
the wealth of words for hues of blue.
Give the students the following words and ask them to write a poem:
sail, float, lull,
effortless, fade
Introduce a sea poem. There are plenty of them.
Here is one:
The sea is never still.
It pounds on the shore
Restless as a young heart,
Hunting.
The sea speaks
And only the stormy hearts
Know what it says:
It is the face
of a rough mother speaking.
The sea is young.
One storm cleans all the hoar
And loosens the age of it.
I hear it laughing, reckless.
They love the sea,
Men who ride on it
And know they will die
Under the salt of it
It pounds on the shore
Restless as a young heart,
Hunting.
The sea speaks
And only the stormy hearts
Know what it says:
It is the face
of a rough mother speaking.
The sea is young.
One storm cleans all the hoar
And loosens the age of it.
I hear it laughing, reckless.
They love the sea,
Men who ride on it
And know they will die
Under the salt of it
Let only the young come,
Says the sea.
Let them kiss my face
And hear me.
I am the last word
And I tell
Where storms and stars come from.
By Carl Sandburg
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