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Archiwum - Październik, 2009

The symbol of Poland

23 paź

Every country in the world has same specific symbol. For example, when we think about USA we think of jeans, hamburgers, jazz music or film industry. For Japan such a symbol is Sony company, computers, electronic gadgets. Germany – their symbol number 1 is Mercedes car of course, but also German beer, German industry, etc, etc.
What about Poland? What do people from other countries think about us when they hear the name of our country? Do they think of Syrenka or Warszawa cars? Maybe for them the symbol of Poland are food products, such as „bigos / kaszanka / Wedel choclates”.

Now time for your opinions – write 2 – 3 sentences about some Polish symbol. Think about objects, tourist attractions, famous people, animals typical for Poland, maybe cites, etc, etc. (For me the symbol are 2 film directors – Polanski and Wajda. Why? Because they both won Oscars and their films shows life in Poland, are made in Poland and Polish actors played there).

 
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Did Shakespeare Write His Plays ???

22 paź

THIS IS REALLY BIG BIG MISTERY. JUST READ THIS EVIDENCE ABOUT not existence of SHAKESPERE:

1. BRAIN STRAIN
Some people have suggested that Shakespeare didn’t really write ‘his’ plays. They think that Will an actor from out of town, made the perfect front man for someone who didn’t want their real identity known. The idea that in fact someone else wrote Shakespeare’s plays has been around for hundreds of years and has become known as the ‘authorship controversy’
2. UNKNOWN AT HOME
People of his hometown, Stratford , don’t seem to have known that Shakespeare was a writer at all. None of his plays seemed to have been put on in Stratford during his life. Rather odd for a local boy made good?
3. WHERE IS HIS WILL?
When he died, Shakespeare didn’t leave any letters or diaries that referred to his writing career at all. No one has ever found any early drafts of a play or indeed any play in his writing either.
4. LATE BUT NOT GREAT
There’s no mention of any of his plays or his other writings in Will’s will. When he died only a few people paid tribute to his despite the fact that he was dead famous. Lesser writing was made much bigger fusses of after his death.

Suspects:

Here are some of Shakespeare’s suspects whom people have suggested might have been the ‘real’ William Shakespeare….. 
a/ Queen Elizabeth I
b/ Christopher Marlowe
c/ Edward De Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford

 
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TEACHER’S DAY (was yesterday)

15 paź

Hello students!

How did you spend that day? I spent it at school but not in a classroom, no way. There was a big party in the hall. We met some retired teachers, heard some sketches prepared by students (who were forced to do it by their Polish teacher) and last but not least I got an „achievemnt award” (money + a diploma) from the headmaster.

Any WISHES to yr teachers (past and present) you want to express – feel free to do it.
Your teacher

 
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Terrorysta, on patrzy. (poem by W.Szymborska)

13 paź

Bomba wybuchnie w barze trzynasta dwadzieścia.
Teraz mamy dopiero trzynastą szesnaście.
Niektórzy zdążą jeszcze wejść.
Niektórzy wyjść.
Terrorysta już przeszedł na drugą stronę ulicy.
Ta odległość go chroni od wszelkiego złego
no i widok jak w kinie:

Kobieta w żółtej kurtce, ona wchodzi.
Mężczyzna w ciemnych okularach, on wychodzi.
Chłopaki w dżinsach, oni rozmawiają.
Trzynasta siedemnaście i cztery sekundy.
Ten niższy to ma szczęście i wsiada na skuter,
a ten wyższy to wchodzi.

Trzynasta siedemnaście i czterdzieści sekund.
Dziewczyna, ona idzie z zieloną wstążką we włosach.
Tylko że ten autobus nagle ją zasłania.
Trzynasta osiemnaście.
Już nie ma dziewczyny.
Czy była taka głupia i weszła, czy nie,
to sie zobaczy, jak będą wynosić.

Trzynasta dziewiętnaście.
Nikt jakoś nie wchodzi.
Za to jeszcze wychodzi jeden gruby łysy.
Ale tak, jakby szukał czegoś po kieszeniach i
o trzynastej dwadzieścia bez dziesięciu sekund
wraca po te swoje marne rękawiczki.

Jest trzynasta dwadzieścia.
Czas, jak on się wlecze.
Już chyba teraz.
Jeszcze nie teraz.
Tak, teraz.
Bomba, ona wybucha.

 
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