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Reflection I

Photo by David MacDonald. Click for link to his site.

Reflection I

In a mass of metal, moving.  Moving
fast and slow along a worn black ribbon,
worn and wondering on words all born from ‘drive.’
Through glass, blue sky and clouds are breezing by
inviting fresh-brewed castles in the air.
A flash of dream is trapped in mirrored glass,
trees’ shadows caught by window, then by chrome.
Reflection of reflection, distance born
of two pale degrees of separation–
Sky-high freedoms bound in rearview’s plastic scope.
Yet the universe’s words of hope show clear:
“Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.”

-Meg Winikates, 12/09

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One of those words I’ll gladly appropriate

I love words that have unique sounds (and no, that doesn’t mean I dislike homophones, I just really love words that are fun to say).  I have a whole collection of them, in fact, but this one turned up in my inbox this morning and I decided I had to share.

Definition and quotes courtesy of Anu Garg over at A Word A Day

steenth

MEANING:

adjective:
1. Latest in an indefinitely long sequence.
2. One sixteenth.

ETYMOLOGY:

Alteration of the word sixteenth.

NOTES:

The formation of the word “steenth” from “sixteenth” took place through a process called aphesis (from Greek, literally “a letting go”). Aphesis is when an unstressed sound from the beginning of a word get lost over time. Some other examples are:
“cute” from “acute”
“’tis” from “it is”
“gypsy” from “Egyptian”, from the belief that Gypsies came from Egypt (they actually came from India).USAGE:

“And for the steenth time I wondered why he hadn’t phoned me.”
Robert A. Heinlein; The Cat Who Walks Through Walls; Putnam Publishing; 1985.

A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:

The highest result of education is tolerance. -Helen Keller, author and lecturer (1880-1968)

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Ravel(ing)

Photo Credit: Picture Perfect Pose

Above my car, forty seabirds wheel and arc
in time with Ravel’s swooping Barque
sur l’Ocean

as if they too can hear it pouring from my
radio into the frigid winter sky.

It is the most freedom I have ever felt
sitting at a stoplight.

(2/12/10)

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Autumn Love

Holly in Autumn
Holly in Autumn, by Meg Winikates, 2009

Utter Love
by Meg Winikates
December, 2005

I am in utter-love
With autumn light
In love with the air
That burns each golden
Leaf to crisply glowing shards
Of jagged sunlight.

I am in blue-deep love
With the belly laugh of
Autumn wind
In love with the tickling
Gusts of sharp amusement
Teasing hair and clothing into dance.

I am in rawboned love
With rosy boughs
Of baring trees, blushing
In the bright regard
Of afternoon, flaunting burnished
Colors to the whirling, yearning sky.

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Happy National Day on Writing

Yes, technically November is NaNoWriMo, which continues to look like a bad idea when one is working full time and taking two grad school classes.  However, for those of us with the spirit but also the time crunch, today is the first ever National Day on Writing, hosted by NCTE (Nat’l Council for Teachers of English), and signed into officialdom by a Senate resolution.

Educational Brick Letter W letter R letter I t45 letter e

The website, hosted by NCTE, invites you to submit your writing to a National Gallery of Writing, and also participate in the day-long webcast led by various authors, etc.   They’re also running all kinds of commentary, re-tweets, etc. on writing through Twitter, under #ndw.  I think this is all very cool–I just wish I had known about it sooner!  The first I heard of it was this morning, when I got my daily BU email, talking about all the cool writing-related activities going on at the student union. So I went and did a little digging.

Curiously, the mission statement on the NDW homepage reads:

Established by NCTE, the National Gallery and the National Day

  • highlight the remarkable variety of writing we engage in today;
  • provide a collection for research on whether writing today has risen to new highs or sunk to new lows; and
  • help us help others to write better.

I find this an odd assortment of goals.  Encourage people to enjoy writing? Showcase the many uses and forms and beauties of the written word?   Spread the word about ways to improve your writing?  Generally support the practitioners of what has often been deemed a ‘solitary craft?’  Great!  All good stuff.

But…provide a collection for research on whether writing today has risen to new highs or sunk to new lows?  This makes my critical-thinker’s brain sit up and say ‘really?’   Compared to what and when?  Are we looking at word-length, acceptable use of grammar, flights of metaphor and allusion, variety of vocabulary and reasonable spelling?  Logic, support, and originality?  Are we seriously looking at the efforts of a bunch of random people on the internet as compared to the letters of John and Abigail Adams?  As I didn’t see anything else related to that particular goal on the site, I’m just going to hope that the NCTE knows what it’s doing.  Certainly the proliferation of LOLspeak iz srsly scary, if also occasionally amusing.

And so, despite my intellectual question marks of the above paragraph, I am thrilled to see a day in celebration of writing.  Therefore, I say: Go forth!  Put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard or marker to whiteboard or pencil to post it note or stylus to clay tablet!  (No, seriously, why not?)  Twitter a haiku, send a letter to an old friend, drop some Shakespeare into your next staff bulletin.  Revel in the ridiculous rules of language, break a few, read a book, share some really really bad puns.  It’s the write thing to do.  😉

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Origins

photo credit to gnotalex

Origins
By Meg Winikates, April 2009

I love to guess the origins of myths,
say, ‘man stands under tree in thunderstorm,’
becomes ‘by the wild wrath of gods punished’
when lightning-struck, his grave unearthly warm.

Or, perhaps, a wailing waterfall
contains the tears of a heartbroken bride,
kept from her love across a chasm caused
by family rifts which rent the earth so wide.

For how else to explain a shooting star,
a face of stone, or two trees grown as one?
Why choose to see things as they are
if faith or fairy dust makes life more fun?

I’ll still give science preference by day–
but in the wilder hours let dreams hold sway.

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Sorrow in the song for a three-dimensioned life

This morning was a Friday morning, and on Fridays I try not to let the news depress me.  On the other hand, it’s been a bad week, news-wise, for some of my heart-held causes, and the front page of The Boston Globe tipped me over the edge at breakfast.

Welcome to the library. Say goodbye to the books.

Excuse me? Cushing Academy is getting rid of all of their 20 thousand books in favor of 18 digital readers and a bunch of cubicles with power supplies?  They’re deliberating calling it a ‘learning center’ instead of a library?

Have they completely lost their minds?

In a week that has already had horrible news for the world of those who love to read (Reading Rainbow canceled after 26 years, a true heart-breaker for me, who grew up on public television, adored this show & LeVar Burton, and never grew out of loving read-alouds), this is just another example of how shortsighted people can be in the name of ‘looking to the future.’

I’m not even going to touch the (to the daughter of a librarian) extremely obvious issues about authority, editing, responsible use and citation, bias, and availability of certain kinds of information on the web.  The internet is not all-knowing, and it hasn’t got all the books in all the world.   Neither does a library, but they’re a heck of a lot better at getting them for you when you need them, usually for free.  I’m not arguing that there’s no place for digital resources–I use them all the time, and there are some incredible ones out there, like the CIA World Factbook that are an invaluable addition to the use of a standard atlas.  But the fact that books can be bulky and need dusting every now and again is not a valid argument for ditching them in favor of things that need power, cost more, and don’t necessarily last as long or work as well.

Ditching books, teaching phonics and mechanics to the exclusion of encouraging why and how to enjoy reading–Are we trying to make sure that in 20 years there’s no one left under the age of 40 who loves to read?  Have we let standardization and the all-powerful search button erase the pleasure of accidental discovery?

Reading a book of poetry isn’t just about reading the one poem you went looking for–it’s about how it’s laid out on the page, what poems are put on either side of it, the volume as a whole and what it says about the journey of the poet at that particular point in time.  Browsing Amazon.com is not equivalent to wandering the bookshelves of a library–‘viewers who purchased this book also looked at’ is not a substitute for a librarian’s assistance or the joy of coming across something interesting on your way to looking for something else.  Going directly to what you’re looking for is a bonus function of some electronic databases, sure, but the same goes for a card catalog.  And neither can replace the wonders of serendipity for a true reader, or for someone who has the potential to get there, assuming their library doesn’t get replaced by robots.

In conclusion, vivez les livres!

Exciting new technology: The B.O.O.K.

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Lullaby

Photo credit Will Burnham
Photo credit Will Burnham

Lullaby
By Meg Winikates, June 2, 2009

Cast your wish upon a sea star.
Let the current carry your dreams.
Rock in the waves of moonlight.
Let your skin slip apart at the seams.
Surf upon the stardust
With the selkies all dancing beside,
While the siren sings to her hairbrush,
And the moon falls in love with the tide.

There’s a song in our souls that connects us
To the rhythm of ripples on shore
The touch of Wild Magic selects us
For our dream fins and night wings and more.
Cast your wish upon a sea star,
Let the current carry your dreams,
Whisper soft to the wind who you most are–
At the heart of the oyster, it gleams.

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So you think you can think?

english-majors

As I was trolling through the wonderful world of ‘associated links’ and ‘other articles that might interest you,’ I came across a gem of a blog written by a fellow museum educator on the other side of the continent, and her defense of English majors.

As an English major myself, I pounced on this particular blog entry with the glee of a thousand Napoleonic-era British sailors on hearing their rum ration had been increased.  5 Reasons to be Proud That You Majored in English is a really fun article and has some very entertaining links therein, my favorite being a list of famous English majors.

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A dark, cold day

Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections.
~WH Auden, “In Memory of WB Yeats”

The clicking on of my morning radio alarm rarely makes me all that happy–more rarely still does what I hear make me want to cry.  The world, the nation, and the state of Massachusetts have all lost a great friend today.  I’ve always been proud to live in Ted Kennedy’s Massachusetts, and I wish him peace and his family comfort.  Countless people a lot more famous, important, and well-spoken than I will be delivering messages of thanks and sorrow today, remembering his generosity of spirit, dedication, and huge contributions to causes both immense and individual.

I’m just going to borrow from the words of one of my favorite poets, who wrote these verses in memory of his good friend, another great liberal senator, Charles Sumner.

Death takes us by surprise,
And stays our hurrying feet;
The great design unfinished lies
Our lives are incomplete.

But in the dark unknown
Perfect their circles seem,
Even as a bridge’s arch of stone
Is rounded in the stream.

Alike are life and death
When life in death survives,
And the uninterrupted breath
Inspires a thousand lives.

Were a star quenched on high,
For ages would its light,
Still travelling downward from the sky
Shine on our mortal sight.

So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him lies
Upon the paths of men.

~Henry W. Longfellow, “Charles Sumner”