New Chair!

Miss M has a new chair for eating in. I'd say she likes it!

Trying Again

As promised, more pictures.

Pharisee's Prayer

Dear Father,

Thank You for Your infinite mercy, O Lord! It is times like these when I see what I could have been that I am most grateful. I am so glad You didn’t make me a liar and cheat like George. Thank You, too, for not making me slow-witted like poor John. And thank You for giving me Faith so that I won’t doubt like Tom. But most of all, Lord, thank You for not making me like that horrid, stuck-up woman I met today. I’m sure glad I don’t look down my nose at people like that. But forgive me for my anger, Lord. Please give her humility. Oh, and one more thing, God. Thank You for not making me proud.

Amen

Taught is Fate

Several weeks ago I started writing a poem. It was about a man who gets a visit from some sort of spirit: perhaps an angel, perhaps not. I made it to four verses before I quit (complete lack of plot might have had something to do with it). The first three weren't good, but the last was better. The man asks the spirit why he has come, "I called thee not, why art thou here? / Why come unbidden now to me?" The spirit replies:

"Unbidden call me not, nor aught
That happens in thy mortal land:
Ordered all things are, and taught
Is Fate to follow unseen hand."


Yes, I've been reading Faust recently. How could you tell?

A Rose

Rose, thou art the sweetest flower
That ever drank the amber shower;
Rose, thou art the fondest child
Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild,
Even the Gods, who walk the sky,
Are amorous of thy scented sigh.

- Thomas Moore

What is an Atheist?

An atheist is a man standing in a room with God. The room is covered with dirty mirrors. The atheist tries to turn away from God, but no matter where he looks he can still see Him. And the more he cleans the mirrors and sees the world better, the clearer he sees God, and the more absurd he becomes in trying to deny it.

"From the time the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky and all that God made. They can clearly see his invisible qualities--his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse whatsoever for not knowing God." - Romans 1:20

Conference Pictures

I put my conference narration on a page with pictures which can be seen here.

Let me know what you think -- leave me a comment!

AO Conference!

Thanks to Lisa's daughter, who made these cute figurines!


I had a great time at the conference! Everyone was so nice, I loved finally meeting people who had been a name on an email list for so long. To all the Advisory members, you're as wonderful in person as you are in email. What an honor to work with you!

I took loads of pictures! Here are just a couple -

Ambleside Advisory Babies


Busy With Walk-in Registrations


When my head stops buzzing, I'll be able to think more clearly and post a little more. But for now, it's back to work, which means enlisting the help of our kids to select books for AO's year 11.

New Camera!

I'll be posting a lot more pictures from now on!

Look at this one, I just snapped a shot of a weed that Miss M had picked that was lying on the van dashboard:





and here's me testing the macro mode on a clover:




and even the ring on my finger:

Chapter 2 - The Singing School

The Educated Imagination - Chapter 2 - The Singing School

In the first chapter, Frye described three attitudes with their corresponding languages of expression:
1 - awareness that self is separate from world leads to ordinary conversation
2 - attempt to adapt the environment for survival and comfort leads to informative, practical language
3 - imagination of how things could be leads to the figurative language of art

Early cultures begin by identifying with some kind of deity or magic, so primitive imaginative literature is always in the form of legends or myths. Epic poems and ballads, early Greek drama are two examples.

Writers follow convention. An ancient Greek could not have written To Kill a Mockingbird, he could only express what he knew in the form he knew. Literature can only exist in certain forms: a story has to have a beginning, middle and end. Suspense makes it interesting, the plot revolves around characters. A character usually discovers something about himself as a result of some crucial experience. Detective stories tend to follow a certain formula, romances do, too. Even plots aren't very original. What's original in literature isn't so much what's said as the way they're said within the conventional form.

Writers tend to reference other works and themes and characters to make their own allegories, similes and comparisons. And one story will sound somehow similar to another, or one character will remind us vaguely of a character in another book. It's like all of literature is a complex intertwining of characters. The same themes and the same characters keep on popping up as we read more and more, so that, for someone who reads a lot, literature itself starts to seem like one main theme with a few main characters, and each book is like a variation in the way the story is told.

One recurring theme is a cycle: seasons, water, even life all represent variations of the cycle theme. In myths, heroes may go through a cycle of adventure, and rebirth (perhaps as a constellation.) There's the recurring theme of the female who is sometimes good and beautiful, but can turn treacherous. Loss of identity and regaining it is a popular theme in literature.

Some speculate that all stories are really just reminders of one main story from long, long ago that we can't quite remember, but that we continue to try to recapture (this reminds me of the book Lucy found in the magician's house in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader!) Frye wonders if we somehow sense that we were once in a different place, and we're trying to re-create that place. It might be the Garden of Eden, or Atlantis. We yearn to get back because, in that place, we felt like we belonged and like we were at one with our environment.

Modern literature doesn't try to take us back to that lost place so often. Instead, it describes man's misery. But that still fits with the theme: it's an attempt to drive home the point that we don't belong here, we belong somewhere else. It also reflects that, as we get more civilized and technical, we're getting more absorbed with our day to day routine and contemplating less about our relation to the the universal scheme of things. And the characters and themes in modern literature are less vague and more sharp, more similar to ourselves and the world we know than a vague, misty hint of what we yearn for. They're still the same recurring themes and characters, just portrayed more to modern expectations.