Wednesday, June 29, 2011
and a border.
Painting together to
get the job done.
Living room is a
mess with all the books,
furniture moved out
of the back hall which
goes to the washer-dryer
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
TT: What is the major failure of Christian education in the modern West?
PH: Its lack of poetry. The abandonment of the great poetic text of the King James Bible (and of the Book of Common Prayer, for those to whom it once applied) has rendered Christianity banal and chilly to three generations. Much of what Christ said is communicable in poetry, which contains meanings prose is unable to express. The same could be said for the abandonment of much of the church’s classical musical tradition.
From Tabletalk, June 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Lots of videos of the IAM
Encounters Conference in
NYC in March here.
Poet Li-Young Lee's reading:
whose father was personal
assistant to Mao and then fled
to Indonesia and was medical
advisor to Saharto and then fled
to the U.S . He became a pastor
in a small town in western PA.
What a childhood for Li-Young
that comes out in some deeply
Ian Cron, Episcopal pastor in
Nashville, gives a preview of
his book that just came out :
Jesus, My Father and the CIA
Conversation with Diani Goia:
poet and fighter for the ARTS.
Jeffrey Overstreet, novelist in
Oregon that I hope to read.
He talked on PLAY.
Where is Nigel?!! The actor
who took my imagination
out to the stars as Francis
Schaeffer said a Christian
imagination should do!
Makoto Fujimura on
BE GENERATIVE , where
he talks near the end on
Encounter 11: Makoto Fujimura on Being Generative
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Emma and I sat on the couch
the other night reading. Internet
was down ( very odd ) and a storm
came through. We were reading
different books. Emma finishing up
Gary Schmidt's new book and laughing.
I was reading lines from my book
( Island of the World ...more on that )
and reading paragraphs out loud to her.
There's an Audubon painting theme to
"OKAY FOR NOW." Every chapter has one
of his BIRD paintings with a black and white
on the side page. Also the 8th graders are
reading Jane Eyre. Emma and I laughed
at the funny lines on learning poetry
( again that is for another blog)
and about Jane Eyre:
"Jane Eyre still hadn't figured
out that she was in love with
Mr. Rochester and I mean,
how may more clues do you need?"
Emma stopped reading to read out
loud to me from a book about the
Titanic that a great line about JANE
EYRE is used to describe the shipbuilder:
"Andrews clearly loved his work,
his men and most of all his ships.
Sometime in the spring of 1910,
Andrews brought his wife Helen
to the shipyard at night. They had
been married in June of 1908, and
Helen , knowing full well of her
husband's responsibilities and am-
bitions, described their life in terms
of Jane Eyre could have understood:
" I am my husband's life as fully as
he is mine."
Making great connections!
Charlotte Mason called it : The
Science of Relations. It is a series
of relationships formed by the
learner as he develops an intimacy
with a wide range of subjects.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Part of the
June was to
read two versions
of Psalm 139
and compare them,
then read the first chapter: Members.
Narrate. Start a lab book which for this
is a narration book. At the bottom, we
copied in our most beautiful writing
the first line of Psalm 139. We will
copy it all through out the bottom of
each page, carefully and spaced correctly.
This is good training for the eye. We did
learn about cells. Part of my narration:
" The white blood cells are the soldiers
protecting the body 'guarding against
invaders.' They look like amoebas but
when they sense danger they are like
beagles on the scent of a rabbit. They
home in from all directions to the point
of attack. 'They explode on the germ.'"
We , then, had a diagram of an amoeba
to label and then copy into our notebook.
Lovely to read with Psalm 139 on thesame page. Good lesson Jen!
Friday, June 17, 2011
Great illustration and here's a link to Valerie's Living Books
who I think is Elizabeth Elliot's daughter.
Also Emily Cottrill and her mother have a lending library but also a wonderful site with great book titles at Living Books Library in VA. Emily has produced the beautiful Picture Study Packets at Simply Charlotte Mason. Gorgeous reproductions.
Has anyone read any biographies by Margaret Vance or Manuel Komroff?
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Jules Dupre, Evening
Maris ( very small copy but there is a woman washing right at the river at the bottom of the castle)
Maris, the Christening
Millet, The Four Hours of the Day, woodcuts, 4 proofs
Van Der Maarten, Funeral in a Cornfield
The Dawn (Cock crowing)
Eduoard Frere, Seamstresses
Plus another called A Copper
that couldn't be traced.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Paris , 6 July 1875
"I'm renting a little room
in Montmartre I'm sure you'd
like. It's small , but it looks out
over a little garden full of ivy &
Virginia creeper. I'll tell you the
prints I have on the wall:
Ruysadel, Le buisson
Bleaching Fields, Van Ruysadael
Haarlem, with the Bleaching Fields.” c. 1670-75.
Rembrandt's Lecture de la bible....which I can't find
Portrait of a Lady, Ph. de Champaigne
A Road, Bonington
STAY tuned.....he had more!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
The poems were birthed while Berry looked out of the multi-paned window of his writing studio which he called "The Long-Legged House."
“Window Poem” 15.The sycamore gathers
out of the sky, white
in the glance that looks up to it
through the black crisscross
of the window. But it is not a glance
that it offers itself to.
It is no lightning stroke
caught in the eye. It stays,
an old holding in place.
And its white is not so pure
as a glance would have it,
but emerges partially,
the tree’s renewal of itself,
among the mottled browns
and olives of the old bark.
Its dazzling comes into the sun
a little at a time
as though a god in it
is slowly revealing himself.
How often the man of the window
has studied its motley trunk,
the out-starting of its branches,
its smooth crotches,
its revelations of whiteness,
hoping to see beyond his glances,
the distorting geometry
of preconceptions and habit,
to know it beyond words.
All he has learned of it
does not add up to it.
There is a bird who nests in it
in the summer and seems to sing of it-
the quick lights among its leaves
-better than he can.
It is not by him imagining
its whiteness comes.
The world is greater than its words.
To speak of it the mind must bend.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Waiting at the Window
These are my two drops of rain
Waiting at the window-pane.
I am waiting here to see
Which the winning one will be.
Both of them have different names.
One is John and one is James.
All the best and all the worst
Comes from which of them is first.
James has just begun to ooze.
He's the one I want to lose.
John is waiting to begin.
He's the one I want to win.
James is going slowly on.
Something sort of sticks to John.
John is moving off at last.
James is going pretty fast.
John is rushing down the pane.
James is going slow again.
James has met a sort of smear.
John is getting very near.
Is he going fast enough?
(James has found a piece of fluff.)
John has hurried quickly by.
(James is talking to a fly.)
John is there, and John has won!
Look! I told you! Here's the sun!
~ A A Milne, Now We Are Six 1927
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Any tips for teaching poetry?