At the end of another year, Walt Whitman comes to mind. Yes, life can be tough and struggles are inevitable. At the same time, we are here. So it's time to get to work
The Wonder! The Wonder!
Recording my curiosity, one post at a time
Friday, June 7, 2019
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Learn! Create! Play?
All people want to learn.
All people want to experiment with materials and visions of what can be.
All people want to play.
This is not a school thing. This is a human thing.
Growth measured with tests, understanding quantified with a number, success and failure determined by a letter: these are the conventional ways to define learning. Ultimately, this status quo undermines the messy, exciting, intrinsically rewarding process of learning. After all, it's no longer about process; it's about the tests, the points, the grades. It ultimately makes me wonder:
Educators, parents, students: we all have a stake in considering this question.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2019
I Celebrate My Story
In 1855, Walt Whitman published a book of poetry, Leaves of Grass. Only, at the time, nobody knew it was published by Walt Whitman. There was no name. Not on the cover. Or on the spine. Or even inside the book. There was, however, a picture of a man, standing informally with a hand on his hip and the other in his pocket, with his collar unbuttoned and his hat resting at bit of an angle on his head:
To me the picture says, "Here I am. Accept me or not. It makes no difference. I am who I am." Of course, I know Whitman styled the image to achieve this response, so, in a way, it is an act. At the same time, I always felt that there was an authenticity to it. A genuineness. Even if there was no name attached. I wonder if people in 1855 felt the same way?
Turning the page, a reader in 1855 would have seen these lines: "I celebrate myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you." Interesting. A book with no name, a picture with no given identity, and then opening lines that emphasize "I."
Perhaps the idea is to get the reader to identify as "I" while reading, to speak the "I" and, thus, become it. Or maybe the idea is to focus on our commonalities. Yes, we all have different names. But, ultimately we share a common humanity. We are different, but we are one. Or maybe the idea is to be proud of who you are, and to own your unique identity because it matters. Or maybe it is all of these together and more.
And now, I've crafted a blackout poem in response:
A little song
I know
I own
--
my story
I like it--the way "know" and "own" play off of each other, the way it downplays life with the phrase "my story," which is actually anything but small big, and the way it picks up on Whitman's use of singing as a metaphor for living.
It feels good to respond in this way. In fact, maybe it is unique in all of the responses ever written to Whitman's words. There's a thought.
Thursday, September 27, 2018
3 for 5: gods & culture
"We are gods in ruins"--R.W. Emerson
This is a statement I had not heard before. It came up in a video I showed about Emerson from the YouTube Channel, "The School of Life." I paused on it in class and asked students to contemplate its meaning. And it has stuck with me since. For Emerson, it had to do with his pantheistic worldview: we all have a "divine spark." However, I think about it in less of a religious sense and more as a metaphor. I think about "god" as a being with the potential to be a powerful creator. Yet, we constantly undermine our potential by not taking creative risks or being honest with who we are and what we believe.
"Kneading Culture as Bread"--Kevin Coval
This line is from Coval's poem about Jane Addams, called "How Down She Be." I used it in class last year. It does a fantastic job illustrating how a poem can shine a light on significant people and events. And it illustrates the way a poet can use a minimum of words to coney layers of meaning. In this case, we understand that through her work with Hull House, Addams nurtured culture for people who typically did not have access to it. The idea of "kneading" is very physical. It is a hands-on approach. This was Jane Addams. At the same time, "kneading" is a homophone with "needing," which extends the metaphor from a person nurturing culture to the necessity for culture in this area. It is a great example of an artist making the most of language. And I imagine him having fun while doing it.
"The most radical division is that which splits humanity into two classes: those who make great demands on themselves and those who demand nothing special."--Jose Ortega y Gasset
This statement was quoted by a different writer, Louis Beres, in his essay, "The few, the proud, the individuals." Talk about being counter-cultural. I feel like our culture stresses superficiality, finding the easiest ways to get things done, and being a consumer above all else. These have nothing to do with embracing challenges or accepting that struggle is a part of life. When I read these words, I know which "class" I want to belong to. I know which group offers something of value. I know which side will lead me to a more fulfilling life. Perhaps this is one that I need to write on walls and windows and sidewalks. This is one to remember.
As I look back at these statements, I think about what I'll encounter in the coming weeks. I wonder what ideas I have within me and if I will have the courage to share them, to make them known. In the meantime, I will continue to be open. I can at least demand that from myself.
Monday, September 3, 2018
Filling in the blank canvas
I have always been fascinated by artists. They start with a blank page, a blank canvas, a collection of chords. Then, through sweat, determination, and vision, something incredible happens. Worlds are born, songs are crafted, paintings are created. Since high school, I wanted a part in this. But how? As a 36 year old, I decided one possible avenue. With the help of some talented friends, I picked up the guitar and have been playing it ever since.
My plan now? To keep learning, to keep playing. Maybe write some songs, even if they are just for me.
Thanks for reading.
My plan now? To keep learning, to keep playing. Maybe write some songs, even if they are just for me.
Thanks for reading.
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
Nothing is Truth is Nothing
Throughout his novel The Things They Carried, Tim O'Brien plays with our ideas about truth. Of course, he says he is not playing at but trying to expose the reader to the life he lived for a year while a foot soldier in Vietnam. It was a year of ambiguity, confusion, and lack of truth. A year when "the old rules were no longer binding." While O'Brien illustrates the number of burdens soldiers had to carry, among the heaviest was the feeling that truth no longer existed except in on way: they would never be at a loss for violence. And people would not understand.
1.
We use stories to make sense of our world and to share that understanding with others. They are the signal within the noise.
We use stories to make sense of our world and to share that understanding with others. They are the signal within the noise.
2.
Can I ever really understand somebody else's story? Or my own?
3.
[The] intention was to capture the experience of combat, boredom and fear through the eyes of the soldiers themselves. Their experiences are important to understand, regardless of one's political beliefs. Beliefs are a way to avoid looking at reality. This is reality.
4.
Those who knew
what was going on here
must give way to
those who know little.
And less than little.
And finally as little as nothing.
5.
6.
If you don't care for obscenity you don't care for the truth.
7.
What's obscene is ideology--the hardening of opinion into stubborn belief. With ideology, one no longer has to think. With ideologies, stories become brittle.
8.
It has become a kind of rule that neatness counts in narrative: don't leave the audience wondering.
9.
10.
Once I read an essay by Jacques Barzun. He said no truths last forever. Humans are truth-seekers, but they are even better truth-inventors.
11.
The letters weighed 10 ounces. They were signed Love, Martha, but Lt. Cross understood that Love was only a way of signing and did not mean what he sometimes pretended it meant.
12.
I remember Mitchell Sanders smiling as he told me that story. Most of it he made up, I'm sure, but even so it gave me a quick truth-goose. Because it's all relative.
13.
Almost everything is invented.
14.
Don't ask me nothin' about nothin'
I just might tell you the truth.
15.
Bob Dylan Wrote Propaganda Songs
16.
There it absolutely and positively and f***ing well is.
. . .
1 Sebastian Junger and Tim Hetherington, comments on Restrepo
2 Frank Rose, The Art of Immersion
4 Wislawa Szymborska, "The End and The Beginning"
5 Nick Ut
6 Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried
8 Robert Fulford, The Triumph of Narrative
11-13 Tim O'Brien
14 Bob Dylan, "Tom Thumb's Blues"
15 The Minutemen, "Bob Dylan Wrote Propaganda Songs"
16 Tim O'Brien
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