November 28, 2012

A Moment

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--Description: 20th C, Coleridge M.E., Love, Nature, Seasons-- 


 
The clouds had made a crimson crown
Above the mountains high.
The stormy sun was going down
In a stormy sky.

Why did you let your eyes so rest on me,
And hold your breath between?
In all the ages this can never be
As if it had not been.


Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

--Did You Know: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907) was a British novelist and poet, who also wrote essays and reviews. She taught at the London Working Women's College for twelve years from 1895 to 1907. She wrote poetry under the pseudonym Anodos, taken from George MacDonald; other influences on her were Richard Watson Dixon and Christina Rossetti. Coleridge published five novels, the best known of those being The King with Two Faces, which earned her £900 in royalties in 1897. She travelled widely throughout her life, although her home was in London, where she lived with her family. Mary Coleridge was the great-grandniece of Samuel Taylor Coleridge and the great niece of Sara Coleridge, the author of Phantasmion. She died from complications arising from appendicitis while on holiday in Harrogate in 1907, leaving an unfinished manuscript for her next novel, and hundreds of unpublished poems. Read more at: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

--Word of the Day: cantrip \KAHN-trip\, noun:
1. Chiefly Scot. A magic spell; trick by sorcery.
2. Chiefly British. Artful shamming meant to deceive.
Used properly, it may be possible to drive a vampire or garou into frenzy with this cantrip.
-- Steve Long, Ethan Skemp, Combat

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--Quote of the Day: Alone we can do so little;
together we can do so much.
- Helen Keller

--Language Arts: Capodanno: New Year's Eve /noun.
Example sentence: Come festeggerete il Capodanno? Andrete ad una festa?
Translation: How will you celebrate New Year's Eve? Will you go to a party?

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November 18, 2012

Daddy Fell Into the Pond

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--Description: 20th C, Noyes A., Humor, Childhood, Children, Parenting--




Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And then there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Then
Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone's face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
"Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He's crawling out of the duckweed!" Click!

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft,
And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.
Oh, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond
When
Daddy Fell into the pond!

Alfred Noyes

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--Did You Know: (September 16, 1880 – June 25/June 28, 1958) Alfred Noyes was an English poet, best known for his ballads, The Highwayman (1906) and The Barrel Organ. Noyes was born in Wolverhampton, England, the son of Alfred and Amelia Adams Noyes. He attended Exeter College, Oxford, leaving before he had earned a degree. At 21, Noyes published his first collection of poems, The Loom Years. From 1903 to 1908, he published five additional volumes of poetry, including The Forest of Wild Thyme and The Flower of Old Japan and Other Poems. In 1918, he followed with a short story collection Walking Shadows, Sea Tales and Others, which included the tale "The Lusitania Waits", a ghost revenge tale based on the sinking of the Lusitania by a German submarine in 1915—although the story hinges on an erroneous claim that the submarine crew had been awarded the Goetz medal for sinking the ship). In 1924 Noyes published another collection, The Hidden Player. As a result of increasing blindness, Noyes began dictating his work. In 1953, he published an autobiography, Two Worlds for Memory. He wrote about sixty books, including poetry, novels, and short story collections. Read more at: Alfred Noyes

--Word of the Day: pasquinade / (pas-kwuh-NAYD) (noun):
noun: A satire or lampoon, especially one displayed in a public place.
Quote:
"Whether these soaps are a pasquinade mocking the education system here or a great landmark in popular culture is a question open to interpretation."
-Shweta Teoti; Ekta, a Threat to Women's Education; The Times of India (New Delhi); Oct 26, 2007.

--Quote of the Day: My father would take me to the playground, and put me on mood swings.
-Jay London

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November 2, 2012

A Musical Instrument

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--Description: 19th C, Browning E.B., Illusion, Music, Mythology, Nature
 
What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.

He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river:
The limpid water turbidly ran,
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away,
Ere he brought it out of the river.

High on the shore sat the great god Pan
While turbidly flowed the river;
And hacked and hewed as a great god can,
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
Till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed
To prove it fresh from the river.

He cut it short, did the great god Pan,
(How tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
In holes, as he sat by the river.

"This is the way," laughed the great god Pan
(Laughed while he sat by the river),
"The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed."
Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
He blew in power by the river.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
Piercing sweet by the river!
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly
Came back to dream on the river.

Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man:
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, -
For the reed which grows nevermore again
As a reed with the reeds in the river.


Elizabeth Barrett Browning

--Did You Know: (March 6, 1806 – June 29, 1861) Browning was one of the most prominent poets of the Victorian era. She was the wife of poet Robert Browning, whom she married in secret due to objections by her father. Her poetry was widely popular in both England and the United States during her lifetime. The verse-novel Aurora Leigh, her most ambitious and perhaps the most popular of her longer poems, appeared in 1856. It is the story of a woman writer making her way in life, balancing work and love. The writings depicted in this novel are all based on similar, personal experiences that Elizabeth suffered through herself. The North American Review praised Elizabeth’s poem: “Mrs. Browning’s poems are, in all respects, the utterance of a woman – of a woman of great learning, rich experience, and powerful genius, uniting to her woman’s nature the strength which is sometimes thought peculiar to a man.” Read more at: Elizabeth B. Browning

--Terminology Tuesday: Wrenched Accent -
Occurs when the metrical stress or accent forces a change in the natural word accent. This can occur due to a poet's lack of skill, but is also characteristic of folk ballads.

--Word of the Day: agrestic \uh-GRES-tik\, adjective:
Pertaining to fields or the country; rural; rustic.
Example:
Grass plants possess an agrestic simplicity that probably connects them, at some level of mind, with wholesome grain and the restorative country life.
-George Schen, The Complete Shade Gardener

--Quote of the Day: Music, when soft voices die
Vibrates in the memory -
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

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