Poetry and Fine Art Friday: Of the Father’s Love Begotten

This week we’ve been learning and singing this o-l-d hymn from the fourth century. (We’re studying the Middle Ages and the Renaissance this year in school.) Anyway, the hymn poem was written by a man named Aurelius Prudentius who lived in Spain and wrote in Latin. It was translated into English by John Mason Neale in the mid-nineteenth century in England. The version I copied for the urchins and me to sing runs to nine verses, and we sang them all, much to someone’s chagrin. I always want to sing all the verses.

1. Of the Father’s love begotten,
Ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega,
He the source, the ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been,
And that future years shall see,
Evermore and evermore!

2. At His Word the worlds were framed;
He commanded; it was done:
Heaven and earth and depths of ocean
In their threefold order one;
All that grows beneath the shining
Of the moon and burning sun,
Evermore and evermore!

3. He is found in human fashion,
Death and sorrow here to know,
That the race of Adam’s children
Doomed by law to endless woe,
May not henceforth die and perish
In the dreadful gulf below,
Evermore and evermore!

4. O that birth forever blessed,
When the Virgin, full of grace,
By the Holy Ghost conceiving,
Bare the Savior of our race;
And the Babe, the world’s Redeemer,
First revealed His sacred face,
Evermore and evermore!

5. This is He Whom seers in old time
Chanted of with one accord;
Whom the voices of the prophets
Promised in their faithful word;
Now He shines, the long expected,
Let creation praise its Lord,
Evermore and evermore!

6. O ye heights of heaven adore Him;
Angel hosts, His praises sing;
Powers, dominions, bow before Him,
And extol our God and King!
Let no tongue on earth be silent,
Every voice in concert sing,
Evermore and evermore!

7. Righteous judge of souls departed,
Righteous King of them that live,
On the Father’s throne exalted
None in might with Thee may strive;
Who at last in vengeance coming
Sinners from Thy face shalt drive,
Evermore and evermore!

8. Thee let old men, thee let young men,
Thee let boys in chorus sing;
Matrons, virgins, little maidens,
With glad voices answering:
Let their guileless songs re-echo,
And the heart its music bring,
Evermore and evermore!

9. Christ, to Thee with God the Father,
And, O Holy Ghost, to Thee,
Hymn and chant with high thanksgiving,
And unwearied praises be:
Honor, glory, and dominion,
And eternal victory,
Evermore and evermore!

Computer Guru Son, who also considers himself something of an expert on music, says that the traditional tune that this hymn is sung to is not very good music, not very good at all. I, philistine that I am in terms of musical appreciation, kind of like it. In fact, I like it very much. Click here to listen at Cyberhymnal. (I don’t much care for the plinkety-plunk midi sound, but on a real organ or a piano . . . . )

On another note, pun intended, you should posilutely, absotively, read this article at Poetry Foundation by Susan Thomsen of the blog Chicken Spaghetti: Home Appreciation: Homeschoolers are turning a million kids on to poetry through fun, not homework. Here’s how you can do it too.

Semicolon’s September Links, Celebrations, and Birthdays.

Semicolon Author Celebration: Tasha Tudor

I’ve written about author Tasha Tudor here at Semicolon before. I even invited her and Madeleine L’Engle to tea, before the deaths of both authors made that impossible. Her books, and particularly her illustrations, are old friends here in our home. So, I was trying to explain to myself what it is exactly that is so endearing and captivating about Tasha Tudor’s stories and illustrations.

First, there’s the obvious fact that, whether or not it’s possible or even truly desirable, all of us long sometimes for an agrarian past, a more wholesome, less complicated, time period and culture when families enjoyed simple pleasures like baking bread or playing dolls or rolling hoops in the garden. And Tasha Tudor’s books evoke such a lost time and place.

Second, if you read about Tasha Tudor’s life, you see that she tried to live the life that her books idealized. Yes, she was divorced (twice), a single parent, and she was born and grew up in Boston, about as far from a simple New England farmhouse as you can get. But it didn’t matter because she chose as an adult to live on a farm and garden and raise animals and wear nineteenth century farm family clothing and cook in the fireplace. She actually lived out, however imperfectly, the life that many people dream of and never even try to achieve.

Third, her books and illustrations are deceptively simple. You look at them, like you look at a Norman Rockwell painting, and you think, “That’s a cute picture of some kids swimming in the creek or a family of dolls or a garden in the summer.” But the illustrations draw you back again and again to look at the details, to note the vine curled around the edge, or the little dog in the corner, or the ruffle on the girl’s dress, and you realize that’s there’s more and still more to explore and study and enjoy. Tasha Tudor’s illustrations for classics such as The Wind in the Willows or The Secret Garden are especially intriguing as they look so right and appropriate for the classic time period of the book in question and yet give new insight into old familiar stories.

Three reason to love the work of Tasha Tudor, author, illustrator, and gardener. I’m sure there are many more. If you’ve written about Ms. Tudor in a past post or today on her birthday, please share a link with us as we celebrate her life and work here on her birthday. Just leave your name or the name of your blog and a link to the post celebrating Tasha Tudor in the Mr. Linky below.

She would have been 93 years old today.

1. Janet
2. Tasha Tudor Day at Story Book Woods
3. Rose Cottage Tasha Tudor Tea
4. Poopsie Celebrating Tasha Tudor
5. Heidi\’s Birthday Celebration
6. Junie Moon
7. Marilyn on Tasha Tudor\’s Iced Tea
8. MarmeeCraft
9. At the Pink Gate
10. Cay\’s Author Fiesta
11. Creekside Cottage
12. Deb\’s Tasha Tudor Day
13. Miss Mari-Nanci: Thank You Tasha
14. ~Vicki: Tea and Blackberry Tarts
15. Christina in MA
16. Judy: Simply Thrift
17. Lynn: A Mother\’s Journal
18. Lady Laurie
19. Laurie\’s Celebratory Tea
20. Karen: Thankful for Tasha
21. Jamie: In the Garden
22. Brenda: Tasha Tudor Day
23. Island Sparrow
24. Karla\’s Cottage
25. Terri: How to Celebrate
26. Margaret\’s Earthly Paradiseo
27. Gillian\’s Memories of Tasha Tudor
28. Spinneretta Remembering Tasha
29. Noel
30. Jenny
31. Cathy Santarsiero
32. Thistle Dew
33. Jill: A Tribute to Tasha35. Betzie
36. Carrie – Oak Rise Cottage
37. Happy Birthday Tasha! by Barb
38. Mary at St. Athanasius Academy
39. Gumbo Lily Remembering Tasha Tudor
40. Gumbo Lily Part II
41. Sue at Country Pleasures
42. Plumwater Cottage
43. Emily: Christmas with Tasha Tudor
44. Faith Girl

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Here, There Be Dragons by James A. Owen

Here There Be Dragons by James Owen. Recommended by Gina Dalfonzo at Breakpoint.

A murder brings three Oxford “scowlers” together on a dark and stormy night in a club at 221B Baker Street, London. When an eccentric stranger, Bert, crashes the party, or wake, and tells the three that they are all in danger, they are forced to believe him by the appearance of strange, bloodthirsty creatures called Wendigo outside the window and clamoring to get in. So they flee, in Bert’s ship, and the adventure begins.

Shades of Narnia: There’s a Dawn Treader-like ship, and an island voyage, and nightmare creatures, and talking animals. Oh, and the world has an edge where you can fall off.

Shades of Alice in Wonderland: The trio feel as if they’ve landed in a world turned upside-down and backwards, and the King and Queen of Hearts make an appearance, croquet mallets in hand.

Shades of Morte d’Arthur: One of the islands is Avalon, and King Arthur has some influence on events in the book.

Other cameo appearances are made by Dickens’ Magwitch and the Green Knight and Captain Nemo and the Three Fates and Pandora and assorted goblins, elves, trolls, dwarves, and even the evil Mordred. To me anyway, none of the references to classical mythology and more recent fantasy felt derivative or plagiaristic, merely allusive and suggestive. I had lots of fun trying to place the various literary allusions and trying to figure out where the appearance of this character or that plot element, reminiscent of a particular classic work of fiction, was leading the story.

There’s a nice surprise at the end, and if you read the reviews at Amazon, the surprise will be spoiled. I want to say I had it figured out, but I really only had it partially figured out. Suffice it to say that fantasy fans won’t be disappointed in Mr. Owens’ tribute to the best imaginative writers of all time.

Leila at Bookshelves of Doom didn’t much care for the writing, especially the dialog.

Colleen at Chasing Ray loved it as much as I did: “Here There Be Dragons is all about stepping up to the plate and doing the right thing and being smart and brave and saving the world and readers are going to love it from start to finish.”

Oh, and Computer Guru Son walked by while I was reading and stopped to looked at the cover art. He really liked the art, which I think was also done by James Owen.

According to the author’s website, there’s a sequel called The Search for the Red Dragon, and the next book in the series is coming out in October, 2008. It’s called The Indigo King, and I sure wish I could get an ARC of that one.

Mr. Owen also has a Livejournal sketchbook and blog here, last updated August 22nd of 2008.

Quoth Senator Joe Biden

On April 3, 1987, at a campaign stop in Claremont, New Hampshire, a voter named Frank asked Biden what law school he attended and how he performed there. “I think I have a much higher IQ than you do,” Biden answered. “I went to law school on a full academic scholarship.”

To a reporter after the above encounter: “I exaggerate when I’m angry.”

Biden to the Brookings Institution in 2005: “We can call it quits and withdraw from Iraq. I think that would be a gigantic mistake. Or we can set a deadline for pulling out, which I fear will only encourage our enemies to wait us out — equally a mistake.”

ABC’s George Stephanopoulos asking about Senator Obama: “You were asked is he ready. You said ‘I think he can be ready, but right now I don’t believe he is. The presidency is not something that lends itself to on-the-job training.'”
Sen. Biden: “I think that I stand by the statement.”
ABC’s “This Week,” 8/19/07

Campaigning in Iowa, 2008: “Please, decide how much it’s worth to you to give your country the strongest, most seasoned leadership. Then write that number on a check and mail it to ‘Biden for President’.”

During the primary: ”I am not running for vice president … I would not accept it if anyone offered it to me. The fact of the matter is I’d rather stay as chairman of the Foreign Relations Committee than be vice president.”

Biden, on MSNBC, October 30, 2007: “The only guy on the other side who’s qualified is John McCain.”

Abigail Iris: The One and Only by Lisa Glatt and Suzanne Greenberg

Move over, Clementine! Make room, Ramona! Judy Moody, Clarice Bean and Lucy Rose, you have a friend: Abigail Iris, The One and Only!

Abigail Iris is eight years old, and her adventures are just right for second and third grade readers. She has three friends, all of whom happen to be Onlies, the only child in the family. Abigail Iris, has two brothers and a sister, and while she’s not exactly jealous of her friends’ families, she does see some definite advantages to being an Only.

For instance, according to Abigail Iris:

“When you’re an Only, your house is sometimes bigger, and your car always, always has automatic windows.” Also “lots of leg room even in the backseat.”

“When you’re an Only, you have Heelys and sometimes you get pierced ears before you turn twelve. You have your own room and you can paint it any color you want.”

“Room service isn’t nearly as impressive when you’re an Only.”

“Oh, and you get your own big bed at the hotel, and even when you lay in the middle of that bed and spread your arms our as far as they’ll go, you’ll never, ever reach the end of the mattress. It’s impossible.”

“Onlies have Heelys and beach cruisers and get to go to ballet camp in the summer.”

And “Onlies are the luckiest girls in all of the world because they are not on a budget.”

In a nutshell, the book tells the story of how Abigail Iris gets to go on vacation with one of her best Only friends, Genevieve, to San Francisco and of how she figures out that “even Onlies aren’t happy every single minute.” There’s a nice balance in the book between the advantages and disadvantages of being an only child and the ups and downs of having a larger family. And Abigail Iris is a delight.

Thanks to Bloomsbury/Walker Books for sending the review copy of this one, this time for real. I’m going to give it to my nine year old and watch her smile her way through it.

Expected publication date: March, 2009.

Go here for Little Willow’s list of Ramona readalikes, and I expect her to add Abigail Iris soon.

Perfect Chemistry by Simon Elkeles

I can’t believe I read the whole thing.

And now I’m going to write a spoiler review so that you don’t have to read it when it comes out in December, 2008. Or if you like stereotypical characters, a predictable plot, and lots of heavy breathing in your teen fiction, you can run out and grab a copy for Christmas. Just don’t give it to me.

Alex is a Chicano gang banger from the wrong side of town, and Brittany is the blond and beautiful leader of the pom-pom squad. Alex’s dad is dead (killed in a gang-related murder), and his mom is loving but overwhelmed. Brittany lives with an inattentive dad and a neurotic mom who pressures her to be perfect. In fact Brittany pressures herself to be perfect because her mentally handicapped sister can never be the perfect daughter that Brittany’s mom wants. This books is actually about perfectionism, gangs, and sex, with sex at the top of the list.

So Miss Perfect But Really Poor Little Rich Girl meets Chicano Gang Member from Down in the Boondocks with a Rough Exterior But a Heart of Gold –in chemistry class–and what do you think happens? Of course, they fall for each other, and after several mildly humorous cross-cultural misunderstandings and lots of heavy breathing, petting and foreplay, and not a little violence, they get together, have sex before marriage, and live happily ever after.

Again, any author has a right to tell whatever story he or she wants to tell, and I have a right to say that it’s not only unrealistic, but misleading to the teens to whom this book is being marketed. Bad boys are not usually changed into law-abiding citizens by the love of a good woman, no matter what the romance writers may say. If your daughter takes up with a gang banger who in his spare time is an enforcer for criminal enterprises, you had better do more than wring your hands and whine that he’s just not our kind of people. No one is beyond redemption, not Mexican American gang members and not perfectionist fake blondes, but redemption is the product of repentance and a change of heart, not lust and a lucky break, as it is in this novel.

And don’t even get me started on the stereotypes that fill the book: Mr. Macho, Miss Popularity, Mr. Sidekick, Tough but Fair Chemistry Teacher, Back-Stabbing Friend, Weak Lawyer’s Son Boyfriend, Distant Dad, etc.

Thanks to Walker Books for sending me a review copy of Perfect Chemistry, but no thanks.

Jocelyn at Teen Book Reviews has a completely different opinion from mine.

Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin

“The first time you share tea with a Balti, you are a stranger. The second time you take tea. you are an honored guest. The third time you share a cup of tea, you become family, and for our family, we are prepared to do anything, even die,” he said, laying his hand warmly on Mortenson’s own. “Doctor Greg, you must make time to share three cups of tea. We may be uneducated. But we are not stupid. We have lived and survived here for a long time.”

Subtitled One Man’s Mission to Promote Peace One School at a Time, this book was both inspiring and disappointing at the same time. Greg Mortenson was a mountain climber who attempted and failed to climb K2, the second highest mountain in the world found in the northern regions of Pakistan (Baltistan). While he was in this remote area of Pakistan, Greg was inspired to begin a one-man mission to build schools there, especially schools for girls, most of whom were not getting any kind of education.

As the son of Lutheran missionaries, Mortenson grew up in Africa as an MK, and even after they returned to the U.S. neither Greg nor his parents were exactly rich according to American standards. So Mortenson, living out of his car, began his campaign to build schools for girls in northern Pakistan by writing letters on an antiquated typewriter to every celebrity, famous person, or potential donor he could think to write. He explained what he wanted to do, wrote something like 600 letters, and got no response. A Pakistani expatriate who owned a copy store taught Mortenson how to use a computer and a word processing program, and he wrote more letters. Still no response.

Finally, he connected with one rich, sort of eccentric, donor, and he went to Pakistan with $30,000 to build his first school in the mountain village of Korphe. That one school was only the beginning, and that’s a capsule version of the inspiring part.

The disappointing part was that, as much as I admire what Greg Mortenson has done and continues to do, I think he is mistaken to put his trust in education alone. He seems to have left his Christianity behind in a quest change the world through education. Education is a wonderful thing. Education may be the best, perhaps the only thing, that can be done for the girls and boys of Pakistan and Afghanistan, given their cultural and religious heritage. So, I applaud Greg Mortenson and his organization CAI for what they have done and for what they continue to do.

However, I first of all agree with this reviewer at Amazon who opines that boys need education just as much as girls do. Read his exposition for a look at why educating just girls or girls in preference to boys may be counter-productive and produce civil unrest instead of the peace we all want.

Secondly, education without a Christian moral foundation produces only educated fools, according to the Bible and according to historical experience. I can name many individuals and groups of individuals who have been highly educated and also committed to evil goals and foolish ideals. An education does not guarantee peaceful intent, and neither does a change for the better in socio-economic class. No matter how much we as Americans may want to think that we can change the world by improving people’s standard of living and giving them books, it will have only limited success. Do I believe that making poor people richer and giving young people a chance at an education is a goal worth working for, and donating to? Yes, I do. However, according to CAI’s website, “The best hope for a peaceful and prosperous world lies in the education of all the world’s children.”

No, our hope does not lie in education. Without Christ, the change in a culture that is produced by education is only cosmetic and unlikely to produce the kind of lasting political change that we as Americans would like to see. People can be educated, even educated using funds donated by Americans, and still hate us. We should give and do good because it’s the right thing to do, not because we expect that a school building and classes and clean water will make them quit believing the mullahs who tell them that we are godless infidels. I know it’s unpalatable and controversial, but education is not God.

The book itself is decently written, and the story is absorbing. The idea that one person can have an idea and do something important to make the world a better place and the details of that idea working out in one man’s life are inspiring, as I said. Don’t expect great literature; do expect the story of a great life.

Sunday Salon: Biblically Literate

Back in April, I started a book club. Well, at least I tried to start a book club. But what with one thing and another, mostly my lack of follow-through, the book club languished over the summer and became absorbed into Eldest Daughter’s summer book club project. And that was fun.

However, Eldest Daughter is now in Nashville, and my motto is, “If at first you don’t succeed, rise again.” Or something like that. So even though I don’t believe in reincarnation, this fall will see the second iteration of the Biblically Literate Book Club. The idea is the same. I’ll be focusing on one regular book and one book or portion of a book of the Bible each month, September through November, and anyone is welcome to read along, comment here, review there and get linked, or appear in person at the monthly meeting of the Biblically Literate Book Club at my home in Houston, TX on the last Saturday of the month. Email me (sherryDOTearlyATgmailDOTcom) for directions to my home or to be added to the email list for updates.

I set up a separate blog for Biblically Literate, and back in July when I had blog troubles, it got deleted. Now I’ve decided to just post here about the book club and the books and the Biblical passages, and I’ll title the posts “Biblically Literate” so that you can focus on or skip those posts as you see fit. The books for the next three months are the same as they were when I first began back in April:

September:
1 John
A Bell for Adano by John Hersey. “An Italian-American major in World War II wins the love and admiration of the local townspeople when he searches for a replacement for the 700 year-old town bell that had been melted down for bullets by the fascists.”

October:
1 Samuel 24-31.
So Brave, Young and Handsome by Leif Enger. “A stunning successor to his best selling novel Peace Like a River, Leif Enger’s new work is a rugged and nimble story about an aging train robber on a quest to reconcile the claims of love and judgment on his life, and the failed writer who goes with him.” (If you’ve never read Peace Like a River, you should. I loved it.)

November:
2 John and 3 John
Creed Without Chaos: Exploring Theology in the Writings of Dorothy L. Sayers by Laura K. Simmons.

In December, I plan to have a Christmas/New Year’s party for all who can come, we’ll discuss the book selections for next year. If you have suggestions via internet, feel free to email me or leave a comment. I would like to include the following in our reading for 2009: a mix of fiction and nonfiction, at least one Shakespeare play each year because I like Shakespeare, one Pulitzer or other prize winning book for adults, and one Prinz or Newbery or other prize-winning book for children or young adults. I’m looking forward to discussing specific, selected books with some of you, both online and in person.

Poetry Friday: Robert Southwell

Robert Southwell was a Jesuit priest in a time and a place when Jesuit priests were not welcome: Elizabethan England. The law was that no priest who had entered into Holy Orders after the ascension of Elizabeth to the throne could stay in Britain longer than forty days or else he would be subject to the death penalty. Southwell asked to be sent to England anyway. After six years of going from house to house administering the sacraments, he was arrested, tortured, and eventually after three more years in prison, tried and hanged. He probably wrote much of his poetry in prison, and it was published after his death. This poem about the vicissitudes of life may have given him hope or not, as he waited in the Tower for Elizabeth’s judges to decide his fate. He does know Who is ultimately in control, writing that “God tempereth all.”

Times Go by Turns
By Robert Southwell

THE lopped tree in time may grow again,
Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower;
The sorriest wight may find release of pain,
The driest soil suck in some moistening shower.
Times go by turns, and chances change by course,
From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.

The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow,
She draws her favours to the lowest ebb.
Her tides hath equal times to come and go,
Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web.
No joy so great but runneth to an end,
No hap so hard but may in fine amend.

Not always fall of leaf, nor ever spring,
No endless night, yet not eternal day;
The saddest birds a season find to sing,
The roughest storm a calm may soon allay.
Thus, with succeeding turns, God tempereth all,
That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall.

A chance may win that by mischance was lost;
The net, that holds no great, takes little fish;
In some things all, in all things none are crossed;
Few all they need, but none have all they wish.
Unmeddled joys here to no man befall;
Who least, hath some; who most, hath never all.

The Poetry Friday Round-up is at Read. Imagine. Talk. today.

Appreciating Obama

I’m not too fond of Barack Obama. He’s pro-abortion in the most radical sense of the word, deeply indebted to the pro-abortion lobby, and not at all willing to even mouth the goal of “safe, legal, and rare” —the easiest compromise he could make on the issue. I think he’s stupid and misguided on Iraq, and he’s still insisting that surge didn’t work, couldn’t work, was a big mistake, in spite of all evidence to the contrary. He speaks in banalities and cliches:

“We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.” (I change. You change. We all change. Now.)

“YES WE CAN!” (Can what?)

“I am not opposed to all wars. I’m opposed to dumb wars.” (Isn’t everybody?)

However, there are some things I can appreciate about Mr. Obama.

1. He tried to help a Chicago woman whose daughters are being held by their father in Ramallah in the West Bank, Palestine. No one know how the issue here will be resolved, but I appreciate Obama’s intervention.

2. I watched the Saddleback Community Church Civil Forum on the Presidency on youtube, and I have to say that Obama IS quite personable. When he was talking, I felt as if I were eavesdropping on a real conversation between him and Pastor Warren. When McCain was talking, I felt as if it was Rick Warren giving Senator McCain an opportunity to say the things he wanted to say to the voters and McCain taking advantage of that opportunity. I liked both men, Obama with his nuanced and thoughtful answers and McCain with his stories and firm declarations of good intent and strong conviction. . . But either Obama’s the better actor, or else he’s more sincere and open and unrehearsed. Not sure which it is, and not sure if it really matters in the grand scheme.

3. He’s much better looking than John McCain, and he’s definitely younger. McCain was looking o–l–d at the Forum. Not to be morbid, but I really want Mr. McCain to choose an excellent running mate.

I hope those won’t be seen as left-handed compliments. I really tried.