Monday, February 17, 2020

L'Inverno

This is winter, which nonetheless brings its own delights.
~Vivaldi


Voices of Music with Vivaldi's Winter:



Thursday, February 13, 2020

Not even leftovers or condiments

You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.
~Buddha


Last week, I shared a poem that is performed in the Poetry Out Loud high school recitation competition. This week I'm sharing two poems that would be great for Poetry Out Loud, if they aren't used for it already. In honor of the ups and downs of love, poems by Matthew Olzmann and Sara Teasdale:


Madarak számára szívből
by encsere

MOUNTAIN DEW COMMERCIAL DISGUISED AS A LOVE POEM
by Matthew Olzmann

Here’s what I’ve got, the reasons why our marriage
might work: Because you wear pink but write poems
about bullets and gravestones. Because you yell
at your keys when you lose them, and laugh,
loudly, at your own jokes. Because you can hold a pistol,
gut a pig. Because you memorize songs, even commercials
from thirty years back and sing them when vacuuming.
You have soft hands. Because when we moved, the contents
of what you packed were written inside the boxes.
Because you think swans are overrated.
Because you drove me to the train station. You drove me...

read the rest here

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Godey's lady's book, 1840


Spring Night
by Sara Teasdale

The park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the world,
The drowsy lights along the paths
Are dim and pearled.

Gold and gleaming the empty streets,
Gold and gleaming the misty lake,
The mirrored lights like sunken swords,
Glimmer and shake.

Oh, is it not enough to be
Here with this beauty over me?
My throat should ache with praise, and I
Should kneel in joy beneath the sky.
O beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love,
With youth, a singing voice, and eyes
To take earth's wonder with surprise?
Why have I put off my pride,
Why am I unsatisfied,—
I, for whom the pensive night
Binds her cloudy hair with light,—
I, for whom all beauty burns
Like incense in a million urns?
O beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love?

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TeacherDance has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Linda!

Gift covers

In a digital age, I still love sending and receiving cards, hand-writing notes, and wrapping gifts.
~Matthew Williamson


For Art Thursday we have traditional textile gift covers. Fukusa are pieces of decorated silk used to cover gifts in Japanese tradition. Bojagi is a general term for all wrapping cloths in Korea. I didn't find a definition for "Boktcha" other than "gift cover."



Bojagi for queen, Joseon dynasty
photo by Mar del Este

Boktcha, Iran, 18th or 19th century
Honolulu Museum of Art, shared by Hiart

Embroidered Fukusa, Japan, late 19th-early 20th century
Cleveland Museum of Art

Embroidered Fukusa, Japan, late 19th-early 20th century
Cleveland Museum of Art

DIY Fukusa envelope
Cute furoshiki fabric (Japanese wrapping cloth)
Wow, here is a chart about a lot of ways to fold furoshiki.

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

DIY Valentine's Day

What did the paper clip say to the magnet?
“I find you very attractive.”


Hi folks! For Wellness Wednesday, I'm thinking about things you can do to celebrate Valentine's Day. To me, you can celebrate anybody and everybody you love on Valentine's Day, including yourself.


Preston would like to be everyone's valentine,
starting with Lucy

Some doable projects:

* Mini Letters for your valentines
* Valentines Fortunes
* Washi tape tic-tac-toe valentine
* Jan Brett's printable valentine pages for kids
* Chocolate Cream a la Mount Vernon
* Pecan pie muffins
* Apple butter cake with cinnamon cream cheese frosting
* DIY Tassel Garland (can do in pink, white, red) (I admit, this one is time-consuming, but it looks good)

A pre-making meditation:



Want to give someone a notebook or do something with a notebook you've been given? Here are some ideas:



Tuesday, February 11, 2020

ICYMI

But when I started, I wasn't even a bill. I was just an idea. Some folks back home decided they wanted a law passed, so they called their local congressman and he said, "You're right, there oughta be a law." Then he sat down and wrote me out and introduced me to Congress, and I became a bill. And I'll remain a bill until they decide to make me a law.
~I'm Just A Bill, Schoolhouse Rock


YelloPain with My Vote Don't Count:



Monday, February 10, 2020

Woo, all right, oww!

Rock 'n' Roll might not solve your problems, but it does let you dance all over them.
~Pete Townshend


Rockin' out this Music Monday with some classics:

Bachman-Turner Overdrive:



Steppenwolf:



The Who:



Thursday, February 6, 2020

Carl Dennis

I have begun to think of life as a series of ripples widening out from an original center.
~Seamus Heaney


Carl Dennis wrote a bunch of poems that knock my socks off. Here's one:

Candles
by Carl Dennis

If on your grandmother's birthday you burn a candle
To honor her memory, you might think of burning an extra
To honor the memory of someone who never met her,
A man who may have come to the town she lived in
Looking for work and never found it.
Picture him taking a stroll one morning,
After a month of grief with the want ads,
To refresh himself in the park before moving on.
Suppose he notices on the gravel path the shards
Of a green glass bottle that your grandmother,
Then still a girl, will be destined to step on
When she wanders barefoot away from her school picnic
If he doesn't stoop down and scoop the mess up
With the want-ad section and carry it to a trash can.

For you to burn a candle for him...

read the rest here


photo by Sam Galison

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I also love Book Fair and Thanksgiving Letter from Harry, among others.

Writing the World for Kids has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Laura!