Unit 7 Artists, 7C Listening, Poetry in motion, page 76
3 quick fix
4 the norm
1 Josh I went to see a modern dance performance with Katy last night. She’s a big fan of dance shows. What did I think of it? Well … let’s just say this: I’m glad Katy liked it.
2 Hannah I went for a part in Cats, the musical. I didn’t get it, though. That was no big surprise – there was one only part, and nearly 200 people went to the audition! Anyway, I’ve got two other auditions next week, for different shows.
3 Ben I went to an art exhibition last weekend. It was all modern art. With a lot of the pictures, it was hard to see the point. I just looked at them and thought, ‘I could do that’. That’s how I always react when I see modern art, really.
4 Fatima My dad and I often disagree about what music to play in the car. He says he likes pop music, but all his CDs are really ancient – from the 1980s! He claims it’s much better than today’s pop music, but that’s ridiculous. I reckon it just reminds him of his youth.
5 Toby Some opera singers came to my school and did a show for us in the school hall. They had amazing voices – and although I’m not that keen on classical music, I did like the songs. But I guess it’s different when you go to an opera house and see a real opera. You have to work out what’s happening – although it’s probably all in Italian, so you can’t understand it – and it goes on for hours and hours.
1 just say
2 no big
3 hard to see
4 that’s ridiculous
5 hours and hours
1 My uncle knew a lot of poems by heart, and he used to recite them to us sometimes. My sister and I loved them, although I’m not sure we understood them very well. One of them began ‘There’s a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Kathmandu’ – that was my favourite. But I didn’t know what any of the words meant really – except for ‘yellow’. Actually, now that I’m an adult, I’ve learned a couple of poems that I can recite from memory, and my own children love hearing them.
2 I was in London about a year ago, and had to get the Tube from Westminster to London Bridge. I was in my seat, and when I looked up, I noticed a poster on the wall of the carriage with a poem on it. So I read it aloud – it was short, only a few lines. A very romantic poem, about what it feels like to be in love. And this girl opposite me said, ‘That was beautiful. Did you write it?’ She didn’t know I was reading it from a poster! Anyway, we started chatting and ended up swapping phone numbers. We see each other quite often now.
3 When I was about ten years old, I had a big argument with my best friend, Louise. I can’t remember what it was about. I just remember we fell out badly and weren’t talking to each other. I felt terrible. So I wrote her this poem. It was all about why I liked her and why I was sorry that I had upset her. I wanted to stay best friends with her. I wrote it on a piece of paper and put it through her door. That evening, she called me and said, ‘Do you want to come round and play?’ And that was it – everything was OK again. It was probably a terrible poem, but it worked! And of course, I meant it.