GROWING UP
You will recognize yourself
In one poem
Verse..Words...
Unfinished story
But not the eyes or hands
Only the soul
In a hidden area
You will feel scared
In the labyrinth of desires
Where
You think salvation is
Seeing no way
You're wandering
You're looking
You grow up...
Slavica Pejović is a B.Sc. Political scientist, diplomat, writer, poet, editor-in-chief of the magazine for culture and science "Majdan". She wrote three documentary books on the history of librarianship, 13 independent collections of poetry and two joint collections. Winner of numerous awards and recognitions in Serbia, Tunisia, Romania, Italy... Her poetry has been translated into many languages: Hungarian, German, Italian, Arabic, Macedonian, Russian, Bulgarian,... French, Spanish. .. She is a member of the Association of Writers of Serbia. She lives in the city of Požarevac in the Republic of Serbia.
USE OF MODERN TECHNOLOGIES IN TEACHING AND LEARNING FOREIGN LANGUAGES
Annotation: Nowadays, foreign languages are given a lot of attention while learning foreign languages is becoming easier with modern information technologies. The role of modern information in language learning and teaching is incomparable.
Key words: Foreign language, games, innovative technologies, technological tools.
INTRODUCTION
Teaching and learning foreign languages using modern technologies is on of the most effective ways. Including:
-a student using a computer can watch and listen to a movie, cartoon or video in a foreign language;
-he can listen and watch radio broadcasts and television programs in foreign languages.
RESULT AND DISCUSSION
The task of the teacher is to create conditions for practical mastery of the language for each student, to choose such teaching methods that allow each student to show his activity and creativity, modern pedagogical technologies such as Internet resources help in the implementation of a person-oriented approach in the educational process, provide individualization and differentiation of teaching, taking into account the abilities of children ,their level of learning, practice pronunciation, teach dialogue and monologic speech, develop grammatical events.
The possibility of using Internet resources is very large. The global Internet creates conditions for students and teachers located anywhere in the world to get any information they need. For example, regional geographical materials, new in the life of young people, articles from newspapers and magazines, etc. It is possible to solve didactic problems: formation of schoolchildren; filling studentsʼ vocabulary; formation of studentsʼ motivation for language learning.
Further increase and stimulation of their interest in language learning.
The demand for learning a foreign language is increasing day by day. Foreign language science is divided into four aspects (reading, writing, listening and speaking) and special concepts and skills are given. refers to increasing the effectiveness of the quality of education through access. In particular, there are several advantages of using such information and communication technologies in learning a foreign language. The role of modern technology in language learning and teaching is incomparable. The use of technological tools affects every aspect of foreign language learning (reading, writing, listening, For example, for listening comprehension, this process cannot be carried out without a computer player and CD discs. Listening comprehension is one of the most important parts of language learning. In this, the student simultaneously learns the speaker's pronunciation, adherence to grammatical rules, vocabulary and it is required to pay attention to its meanings.
CONCLUSION
As the educational system sets itself the task of educating a free-thinking, well-rounded, mature person, in the future, we future teachers should develop ways to effectively use innovative technologies.
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3.Young scientist,-2017
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(1) AGENT VISNU 999 (Story and Screenplay) (2) THE BANK THIEF (3) THE TRUE HERO (4) RICH MIND (5) TUNE, SING AND DANCE POEMS (6) SOUND OF SONG (7) SUCCESS KNOW-HOW (8) LADY POLICE (9) THE CRAZY BEGGARS (10) ENTANGLEMENTS (24 STORIES) (11) POETRY LYRICS (WORLD POPULAR) (12) SPECIAL QUOTATIONS (80 Photos) (13) ANIMAL STORIES KIDS (14) THE DEAD AND GHOSTS (15) CLASS 1-8 COMPUTER LEARNING, (16) ONE STANZA POEM (17) MARK’S POEMS (18) WINGS OF LOVE (19) MY DARLING (20) 1000 PROVERS (21) NATURE & FORESTS (22) SOCIAL IMPOTENCE (23) NGO WORLD (24) SUCCESS KNOW-HOW (25) VISHAL AND THE EVIL KING (26) MANTRI’S MICRO POEMS (PART 1, 2 AND 3) (27)ONE STANZA POEMS (COLOR)
Forbidden Door
It was a large house he brought me to – all marble floors with punkahs on ceilings to cool feet and heads. There was a vineyard between this house and the one next door where my brother-in-law lived and towards the side of the house swinging hammocks had been set up for the extended family to enjoy the cooler evenings when the searing heat abated.
We had been given the upstairs rooms of the big house which had been readied in preparation for a western girl coming to live with an Arabic family. There was a modern bathroom with a flushing toilet which I didn’t initially understand was a real luxury in Sharaban, Diyala. In the corridor between the staircase and the upper floor rooms, pickle jars and fruit preserves at various stages of production lay stacked on the floor. Yom, or the “Duck” as the family called her, ran a busy and productive household. The flat roofed verandah could be used for sleeping under the stars when she was too hot or wanted to remember her youth.
Amina – her real name – Om Yas, Yom, Duck – she answered to them all. Illiterate, she had married her cousin when they were both very early teenagers which is why, I suppose, they looked a bit similar. She had a black ink tattoo on her face which seemed to be some sort of tribal marking and was bilingual. Turkish was her first language but when Iraq has been created the population from the north had been forced to learn Arabic. She knew a lot about a lot of things and it’s no surprise that all seven of her children went on to be engineers, teachers, a farmer and a vet. Not being allowed to go to school didn’t dim her intelligence. When I first appeared at her door she performed some sort of spell with fiery smoke and water before letting me in the house. She might have known about the world and breeding champion horses and a woman’s lot in society, but a lack of education had meant she retained the superstitions of her village, despite living in a town.
Only five of us lived in the house but mealtimes usually catered for between ten to twenty as the other sons would “drop by”, with their families as nobody could cook like the Duck, or so they said. Amina waddled wrapped in her black scarf which covered her hair and shoulders like a mini abaya, sitting down cross-legged on a cushion directing daughters and daughters-in-law to attend to the men and children, lest they should starve. She could get up again with great difficulty doing that downward dog style of pushing herself back into an upright position. The children laughed and played on the periphery of the meal and if they became too audacious one son or another would stand to pick up the boys – always the boys – by their wrists and heels airplane-like for a spin or grab them to throw them upwards towards the ceiling. No child was ever hurt while I was there but it must have come close a few times.
The bulk of the house was downstairs. A huge kitchen with multiple stoves and freezers was mostly where I was expected to reside. The Duck tried to teach me how to make various favourites in gigantic quantities. The kitchen led to what in the west would have been called the family lounge. And lounging was definitely what happened here, just not on chairs. Harking back to Bedouin days, cushions littered the ground and people grabbed however many they wanted in order to be comfortable on the smooth, white marble while the overhead punkahs whirred, wafting a gentle breeze around our overly hot bodies. The women, of course, fetched and carried dish after dish, drink after drink from the kitchen to the table cloth laid out without ceremony on the floor. Everyone tore off giant flatbread pieces to make edible spoons, scooping up vegetables and meats to eat their fill.
There was a part of the house downstairs that was off limits to me, well I was allowed to clean it when the men were out – lucky me – but it housed a western style toilet and a very formal lounge and dining room. There was a huge marble table with upholstered chairs set off with ornate golden woodwork. There was a collection of plush red velvet and gold throne type chairs to the side of this where presumably, people more important than women and children were brought to. If anyone arrived at the house they would enter by the main door, forbidden to me, and taken to this huge room. If anyone was visiting, the men who normally lounged around being catered to, suddenly became the servers – running through from kitchen to table with gigantic silver platters brimming with delicious food.
I presume that business was conducted there, possibly even bribery and corruption because carrier bags of money would be brought through from a backroom to the dining room and nothing would be brought back in exchange. I was reminded of this when reading about UK royals, being given carrier bags of money, to be used for pet projects. Men from the Middle East still seem to do this.
Amina must have died by now, as she wasn’t fully fit over thirty years ago when I lived in her house. She was one of the women who publicly gave away all her gold to help the Iraqi war effort. I often wonder, if her end was as peaceful as it deserved to be.
The Wind
Wind is a part of earth.
It is so important for us.
It flows over the world.
It's a great gift from the god.
When it flows over the field
It blows my mind.
When it blows over the paddy field
And the plants blow in the wind
It gives a great pleasure in my mind.
When it blows over the field,
The farmers start singing in his own mind.
When the kites fly in the wind.
It makes happy my mind.
When the birds fly in the wind
I want to fly like them.
When the clouds fly in the wind.
It makes happy my mind.
When it blows over the field
I want to blow like it.
And want to explore the world.
Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
The Descent
Li-Young Lee says every poem
is a descendant of God
unless it’s not good enough.
Then it’s just this
flat fart on the face of flatness.
God’s got better things to do, like bowling.
He never loses at bowling,
a perfect strike,
and heart attack, long covid
culling the bad pins that are bad
from the holy ones crowned
in lane grease. The rest shuffle out
into the alley behind the alley
which is hell or close enough.
They play bad smooth jazz
and clap on the beat like a stick figure
as the angel of angels turns away in embarrassment.
Poems like couch lint
hacked up by couch cats
excess, unnecessary and pungent
litter the face of the abyss
drained of sacredness. They are not even true
but they exist,
defiant in their inconsequence
like Nerf twinkies or Nerf rat turds
or rat turds made of twinkies
or twinkies made of rat turds.
They transcend transcendence
like Job made of twinkies
crying out to heaven
on his ash heap of corn syrup.
Eventually he descends.
