Archive | February 2007

Poetry and Fine Art Friday: Frosty Doors

Knock at the Door




Knock at the Door

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Today in American Literature class, we’re reading and discussing Robert Frost and Carl Sandburg. I’m rather fond of Frost, and some of Sandburg’s poetry is fun, too.

Here’s a poem by Mr. Frost that you may not know:

The Door in the Dark

In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don’t pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.

You may not think the picture pairs too well with the poem, but maybe I just ran into a door in the dark.

Cindy Swanson posts about one of my favorite childhood poetry books.

Rebecca Writes is collecting poetry posts, especially posts about children’s poetry, for the entire month of February. Share your post with her and she’ll spotlight and link to it.

Watch out for those poetic doors; they may knock your native similes all out of whack.

Friday’s Center of the Blogosphere

Ian’s found some error messages we can all understand and enjoy.

Barbara Curtis of Mommy Life has a great slide show of pictures she took at the March for Life in Washington, D.C. on Monday, January 22nd. I missed out on the whole anniversary of Roe vs. Wade commemoration this year, but I have not forgotten those who have died in the name of Choice and Reproductive Freedom.

At a Hen’s Pace on monastic communities and their integration with or relation to the everyday world. I’m always interested in posts and articles and books on this subject. How do we create, or allow God to create, community in the (post)modern world?

From the new-to-me blog Claw of the Conciliator: “At the very least, I think that the experience of being launched outside one’s quotidian, self-centered world, and the impulse to awe-struck wonder, are shared by science and religion. So it’s no wonder that a lot of people delight in both at the same time, and don’t want to have to choose just the one or the other. It’s not surprising that someone as brilliant as Isaac Newton spent more time doing theology and biblical studies than he did on science. Even a hard-headed skeptic like Martin Gardner can be a devoted fan of the laughing, joyous, poetic spirituality of G.K. Chesterton.”

At another new-to-me blog, Vivid Just Like You, Denise writes about Transformation: “I learned to cook, penciling notes in the margins, and bought my first bottle of wine. I began to look for the grace that creeps through the cracks of our lives, usually through the flukes and mistakes and the feeling that we don’t know what on earth we are doing. I embraced the mysteries my mind cannot touch. I didn’t give up on my teenage faith: I filled it, or left it open at last for God to fill to overflowing.

The Geographer’s Library by Jon Fasman

I heard on NPR yesterday that there’s a new Indiana Jones movie coming out in 2008; The Geographer’s Library could easily be used and abused for the plot of an Indiana Jones movie, even though there are no archeologists in the book. In fact, one of the historical artifacts mentioned in the book was also the subject of the NPR commentary that followed up the mention of the new Indiana Jones picture.

The Geographer’s Library also reminded me of The Eight by Katherine Neville, a book I read and reviewed in 2005. It uses the same alchemy/sacred objects/fountain of youth motifs as The Eight, and there’s a lot of globe-trotting, obscure settings, espionage, murder, and mayhem. An innocent young reporter, Paul Tomm, finds himself caught up in a web of violence, mystery and deceit when he’s only trying to write an obituary for a recently deceased college professor. The narrative moves back and forth from Tomm the Journalist in his backwater town in New England to those afore-mentioned obscure places where someone or some group of people is collecting ancient artifacts that have somethig to do with alchemy and the extension of life.

Is the professor who died old or REALLY old, as in centuries old?

Is the professor a jewel thief or an assassin or an alchemist —or all three?

Is Paul’s new girlfriend, Hannah, an innocent music teacher or a conspirator?

Should Paul back off the story and save his own skin or pursue it and risk his life?

Substitute Indiana Jones for the intrepid reporter; travel around the world to exotic locations to investigate instead of staying in sleepy New England; insert a few cliff-hanger scenes where Indiana almost falls into a trap, but escapes by a hair’s breadth. Voila! you have your 2009 Indiana Jones blockbuster!

(I suppose you’d have to pay Mr. Fasman a moderate sum of money for taking his novel and rewriting it as a totally different story. However, there are precedents galore. Oh, and Mr. Spielberg, you could throw in a few hundred dollars for me since I came up with the idea.)

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born February 8th

John Ruskin, b. 1819. Known as a literary and art critic, Ruskin lived a rather tragic life. He was a friend of the Pre-Raphaelites, Rossetti, Morris, Meredith, and Swinburne, and his wife left him and married the painter Millais. He fell in love with a young Irish girl, but she would not marry him and she later died. He lost his faith in Christianity, suffered from mental illness, and finally re-embraced the Christian faith of his youth, although he refused to believe in hell. Maybe this rejection had something to do with the fact that during episodes of mental illness he had horrendous visions of himself battling with Satan.

Henry Walter Bates, b. 1825. Naturalist, entomologist, and evolutionist. He wrote The Naturalist on the River Amazons, published in 1863. Has anybody out there read it?
If you’d like to know more about this pioneer in entomology, here’s a good article from The New Yorker, August 22, 1988, about Bates’s life and travels along the Amazon.

Jules Verne, b. 1828. In a letter: “I must be slightly off my head. I get caught up in all the extraordinary adventures of my heroes.”

Digby Mackworth Dolben, b. 1848. English poet, he was rather a character. He wrote love poetry to another (male) student at Eton and then considered conversion to Roman Catholicism and went around wearing a Benedictine monk’s habit. He drowned in a rather mysterious accident at the age of nineteen before he could go up to Oxford.

Kate Chopin, b. 1851. American author of The Awakening.

Martin Buber, b. 1878. Jewish philosopher and teacher. In 1938 he left Germany and went to live in Jerusalem. He wrote the book, I and Thou about the relationships of people to people and persons to God. “Egos appear by setting themselves apart from other egos. Persons appear by entering into relation to other persons.”

John Grisham, b. 1955. OK, I’m not really terribly intellectual at all. Of all the authors who have birthdays today, the only two I’ve read are Jules Verne (Around the World in Eighty Days and John Grisham. Which Grisham novel do you like best? Do you agree with me that his novels have not gotten better but rather the opposite? I did enjoy The Firm and The Client and, my favorite, The Rainmaker.

Edited slightly and reposted from February 8, 2006.

LOST Rehash: Not in Portland (nor in Kansas)

*******LOTS OF SPOILERS. CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED ********


So Juliette wants to go home and see her sister’s baby. And Alex thinks she’s Ben’s daughter. (But I don’t.)

What else did we learn tonight on LOST?

Kate’s ruthless; Juliette’s ruthless. Sawyer’s a softie.

Somebody doesn’t do anesthesia too well.

Ben may or may not be Alex’s father, but he surely keeps a tight rein on her and won’t be happy if she leaves Alcatraz.

Alex has a boyfriend (Carl?) who is the subject of some very bizarre experiment or torture or something. What were some of those messages on the screen? God loves you as he loved Jacob. Think about your life. I can’t remember the rest, which means that I wouldn’t be a very good subject for their little experiment. I hope.

We’ll never know whether Jack would have let Ben die or not. Jack will never know whether he would have let Ben die on the operating table. Kate still doesn’t know whether she’s in love with Sawyer or with Jack. Sawyer’s not sure Kate has a heart at all; I’m not either.

Since the hatch exploded, they’re all stranded on the island, and I don’t think Ben can send Juliette home now. Unless he has a pair of ruby slippers in a closet somewhere.

Did anyone see who was in the “cheesy pictures” that the scary job recruiter guy showed Juliette to get her to come to “Portland”? Whay was it so great that Juliette’s sister could get pregnant? Because she had cancer? Or because she had other infertility problems? What’s up with the pregnant male mouse? And do the Others know that Sun is pregnant? If they do, she’s in danger because some of their research has to do with Juliette’s fertility experiments.

Tom seems like a nice guy. He’ll probably die soon.

Juliette’s been on the island for 3+ years. How long has Ben been on the island? Didn’t he say something to jJack about having been on the island all his life? Long enough to kidnap Rousseau’s baby and pretend she’s his child? How old is Ben anyway?

Finally, Kate doesn’t listen to Jack (as usual) and leads a commando raid to rescue him. When are they going to run out of guns? Didn’t their arsenal get blown up with the hatch?

See you next Wednesday and for the following fourteen Wednesdays on LOST.

Hidden Treasure Blog Awards

Hidden-Treasure
Jules at Everyday Mommy is hosting the Hidden Treasure Blog Awards recognizing writing excellence. Her goal is to recognize those under-read bloggers who have written excellent posts in various categories. Nominations opened on February 1st and end today, February 7. If you would like to nominate some of the posts I nominated, these are some of the best ones I found while roaming around last night. The posts with the most nominations in each category advance to the final voting.

Children & Family: The Autumn Rain on Time Out for Happiness

Faith: Amanda Witt of WIttingshire on Sunday Morning

Marriage: Neo-NeoCon on Amnesia: A Love Story

Motherhood: Blest With Sons on the Terrible, Horrible, God Made It Good, Bible Study Day

Homemaking: Debra at As I See it Now plans a Homemaking Retreat

Humor: Anne of Writing and Living on Appliance Group Dynamics

Current Events and Life: Headmistress at The Common Room on Mediocrity

Whether you second my nominations or nominate some of your own choosing, get your nominations in TODAY. Nominations close today.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born February 7th

I wrote a post three years ago (my, have I really been doing this blogging thing for that long?) about all the illustrious people born on February 7th: Sir Thomas More, b. 1478, Charles Dickens, b. 1812, Laura Ingalls Wilder, b. 1867, Sinclair Lewis, b. 1885, Henry Clifford Darby, b. 1909.

And a couple of years ago at this time, I told you about all my favorite Dickensian things.

Last year I did a Dickens quiz, and only one person attempted to answer it. You’re welcome to visit last year’s quiz and see how well you do at matching the Dickens quotation to the novel it came from.

This year I have a few quotations about Mr. Dickens, links and thoughts that I’ve picked up over the course of the year. Enjoy.

“They may admire Shakespeare more but it’s Dickens they love. Maybe the average Englishman, being neither king nor peasant, identified less with the kings and peasants of Shakespeare than with the lower and middle-class upward-mobility types in Dickens.” The Duchess of Bloomsbury by Helen Hanff. (Borrowed/stolen from MFS at Mental Multi-vitamin)

“Who call him spurious and shoddy
Shall do it o’er my lifeless body,
I heartily invite such birds
To come outside and say those words.” —“Charles Dickens” by Dorothy Parker

G.K. Chesterton Discusses Dickens’ Christmas Books

. . . one of the things that makes Dickens run is language. Think of the names in his fiction: Scrooge and Jarndyce and Betsy Trotwood and Oliver Twist. And think of his propensity for describing inanimate objects with the adjectives of life. In the Cratchits’ kitchen, the “potatoes, bubbling up, knocked loudly at the saucepan-lid to be let out and peeled.” Scrooge has “a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and have forgotten the way out again.”

Joseph Bottum at First Things in an article entitled “A Christmas Carol Revisited.”


“As chance and cultural confessions would have it I sat down on Sunday afternoon in very determined fashion and surrounded by a stack of Dickens.The plan was to read a first chapter or two of each until one suddenly jumped out, grabbed me by the throat and pulled me in kicking and screaming to read it in the run up to Christmas. —Dove Grey Reader, December, 2006.

What a fun way to come at Dickens! I want to try it, too. I wonder which book would capture me. Have Dickens’ novels ever captured you?

Week 17 of World Geography: Israel

Music:
Gustav Mahler—9th Symphony

Mission Study:
1. Window on the World: Druzes
2. WotW: Ethiopia
3. WotW: Falashas
4. WotW: Israel
5. WotW: Syria

Poems:
Moments: Poems about the Seasons—Lee Bennett Hopkins

Science:
Astronomy: Earth and Moon

Nonfiction Read Alouds:
Victor Journey through the Bible

Fiction Read Alouds:
Star of Light –St. John

Picture Books:
A Jewish Holiday ABC–Drucker

Elementary Readers:
The Storyteller’s Beads—Kurtz
The Garden—Matas
Running on Eggs–Levine

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born February 5th

William Earl Johns, British children’s author, b. 1893. Has anyone ever heard of a series of children’s books about a character named Biggles? I never have, but apparently they were very popular in England and around the world in the 1940’s and 1950’s.

“By 1964, the UNESCO Statistical Yearbook placed Biggles books 29th on a list of the most translated books in the world and Biggles was the most popular juvenile hero in the world. However, sales in North America were low and Johns never really cracked the American market. The books were considered just ‘too British’.” From the website biggles.org

David Wiesner, b. 1957, children’s author and illustrator, also has a birthday today. He’s 50 years old today (and I know that for a very good, non-mathematical, reason). As an early birthday present Mr. Wiesner won the Caldecott Medal for the third time in January 2007 for his pcture book, Flotsam. He’s the second person to win three Caldecott Medals. Does anyone know who the other author/illustator who won three Caldecott Medals was? Can you name her three Caldecott medal-winning books? Can you name Mr. Wiesner’s other two winners?

(This is a test of the Emergency Caldecott System. Had this been an actual emergency, you would have been directed to your nearest children’s librarian.)

Newbery Project: The Golden Fleece and the Heroes Who Lived Before Achilles by Padraic Colum

In 1922, the first year that the Newbery Medal was awarded, one of the “runners-up” later called “honor books,” was The Golden Fleece and the Heroes Who Lived Before Achilles by an Irish storyteller named Padraic Colum. Mr. Colum was a poet and a playwright and a friend of James Joyce, but his retelling of myths, legends, and folklore for children came to be his most enduring work. Padraic Colum won the Regina Medal in 1961 for his “distinguished contribution to children’s literature.” Some of his other books include The Children’s Homer, The Children of Odin, The Arabian Nights, and The King of Ireland’s Son. Padraic Colum was born December 8, 1881, and he died on January 12, 1972.

“In transferring a story of the kind I heard then to the pages of a collection, elements are lost, many elements —the quietness of the surroundings, the shadows on the smoke-browned walls, the crickets chirping in the ashes, the corncrake in the near meadow, or the more distant crying of a snipe or curlew, and (for a youngster) the directness of statement, or, simply the evocation of wonder.” ~Padraic Colum

Padraic Colum grew up listening to stories told by the fire or in the meadow, and The Golden Fleece is written in the voice of a storyteller; it’s meant to be read aloud and to evoke wonder. The syntax and writing style are poetic and begging to be read to listening ears. In addition to the story of Jason and the Golden Fleece, Colum blended into his narrative many of the older Greek myths: Persephone, Pandora’s Box, Theseus and the Minotaur, and the Labors of Hercules, just to name a few. I’m planning a year of ancient history and literature next school year, and I think The Golden Fleece will be our first read aloud as we study Greek history and literature.

Willy Pogany, the illustrator for this compilation, is one of my favorites. In some of the other books I have that are illlustrated by Pogany, his illustrations are full-color paintings, but the illustrations in The Golden Fleece are black and white line drawings reminiscent of the pictures on Greek vases. I can envision having my urchins copy one of the pictures in the book as an art project, then maybe make their own drawing in the same style.

Although The Golden Fleece would be perfect for read aloud time, I also think that all those kids who can’t get enough of Rick Riordan’s The Lightning Thief might want to go to the source, so to speak, and I can’t think of a better source for Greek mythology than Colum’s The Golden Fleece. So, as I begin my Newbery Project, Padraic Colum’s Newbery Honor Book wins a Newbery renewal for its beautiful use of language and powerful storytelling voice. This one stands the test of time, maybe because the stories themselves are timeless, but also because the storyteller, like Orpheus the Singer, knew how to tell a tale.

“Many were the minstrels who, in the early days, went through the world, telling to men the stories of the gods, telling of their wars and of their births. Of all these minstrels non was so famous as Orpheus who had gone with the argonauts; none could tell truer things about the gods, for he himself was half divine.

Orpheus sang to his lyre. Orpheus, the minstrel, who knew the ways and the stories of the gods; out in the open sea on the first morning of the voyage Orpheus sang to them of the beginning of things.”