September 16, 2009

Infant Sorrow

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Let this tender baby poem lighten your day!


--Description: 19th C, Blake W., Children, Parenting--


My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.


William Blake

--Did You Know: (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) Blake was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of both the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. His prophetic poetry has been said to form "what is in proportion to its merits the least read body of poetry in the English language". His visual artistry has led one modern critic to proclaim him "far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced". Although he only once journeyed farther than a day's walk outside London during his lifetime, he produced a diverse and symbolically rich corpus, which embraced 'imagination' as "the body of God", or "Human existence itself". Considered mad by contemporaries for his idiosyncratic views, Blake is held in high regard by later critics for his expressiveness and creativity, and for the philosophical and mystical undercurrents within his work. His paintings and poetry have been characterized as part of both the Romantic movement and "Pre-Romantic",for its large appearance in the 18th century. Reverent of the Bible but hostile to the Church of England, Blake was influenced by the ideals and ambitions of the French and American revolutions.

--Word of the Day: arcadian /(ahr-KAY-dee-uhn)
adjective: Idyllically pastoral: simple, peaceful.
noun: One leading a simple rural life.
Quote: "Farms, fields, cottages, what [photographer Kevin G. Malella] calls 'the Arcadian view', are blended with industrial images -- mostly nuclear cooling towers -- to create new landscapes that plop the environmentally hazardous engine of contemporary society into our nostalgically folksy lap."
-Bob Hicks; Questioning Art's Rules and Roles; The Oregonian (Portland); Aug 21, 2009.

--Quote of the Day: The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.
-Albert Einstein

--Spanish Word of the Day: tiempo, (noun m.):
time
In our time-poor world, time ? tiempo is one of the things we talk about most ? in English and in Spanish. There are lots of phrases using tiempo with a verb. Some of them are very similar to English, such as tener tiempo ? to have time, and matar el tiempo to kill time:
(eg) No tengo mucho tiempo.
(transl) I don’t have much time.
(eg) Para matar el tiempo leí el periódico del lugar.
(transl) To kill time I read the local paper.

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