English Language Teaching in Latin America
In addition to the 52 articles already in the library, this 24th number of ELTinLA online magazine offers you a compilation of 4 previous articles:
2 frameworks for ELT and 1 national English programme in Latin America: Parts 1-4
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That’s it, then – two years of ELTinlA come to an end. I hope it has been interesting and useful for most readers and a positive contribution to ELT in Latin America, especially in the public sector. A book version of my ELTinLA articles and synopses of the other articles published in ELTinLA over its two years of existence will be published by the Universidad Autónoma del Estado de Hidalgo, Mexico. Because of the pandemic, no publication date has been set yet, but when it appears you’ll be able to find it at www.uaeh.edu.mx or with a search for “English Language Teaching in Latin America, UAEH”. Thank you for visiting ELTinLA, and I wish you all the very best in your ELT and in your life, wherever you are now in that adventure.
As announced in the May and June numbers of ELTinLA, this month, July, I’m launching a new website, for amateur or side-line artwork of all kinds by “older people”. If you’re over 50 (preferably over 60 or 70) and have done drawing, painting, poetry writing, story writing, musical performance, etc., know people who have, or would like to write about your enjoyment of art of any kind, then you might be interested in 50+ArtSpace. Here are samples of the contents of the first issue, from all six inaugural contributors, now at .
SMALL WOODLAND, MEADOW AND GARDEN BIRDS
Heard or seen,
in song or flight,
small birds are keen
and pure delight.
They work all day
with chirp and hop,
and tending plants,
they seldom stop.
In rain and sun
and heat and cold
they flit and run
as days unfold.
With clever eyes,
through woodland, farm
and field they fly,
all help, no harm.
they even pardon,
and come to grace
our urban gardens.
Once in a golden thicket of the sun
An Aztec sculptor saw a rocky flower
Of fasciated light, stopped short, astun,
Felt fire in his hands and knew his power:
So did the quartz. And when the artist lay
Void of his light, there stood a crystal skull,
Chalice of reason, vessel of human day,
A kernel of clarity closed in a lucid hull.
Now he had opened all the secret places
Picked all the locks, could see, could clearly see
Man’s motivations, his enigmatic faces
Whittled by light to sheer transparency:
That was his wish, but look, it cheated him,
For lapped in the quartz primordial bubbles swim.