Hi all--in a wonderful mood on Ben's Birthday Eve and the day before the Czech version of pre-Lenten Carneval that we call Masopust (literally, 'meat fast'). This busy week had a lot of assessments to grade and an IB symposium (really! not kidding) across town for teachers of English and literature, but I most enjoyed reading the March 1 poem and news about the Cubs et al, and this aesthetic view of countless elements. To whit, I love
the dynamic duck serenely cutting across his azure surface
the probable husband nosing the shallower water
the longer-legged birds in reedier waters
the sand bar that evokes a hundred memories of Charjou, Turkmenistan
the 'to each to his own' in the company of care, reminding me of my favorite poem:
l(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
Yes, I overuse e.e. cummings, but that doesn't mean the guy who shows up with the ever-apropos "John 3:16" placard at NFL games should give it a rest. Al contrar! Cummings is by no means gospel, but the collection of fallen leaves (at the bottom of the vertical journey) always makes me sentimental and thankful for our post-autumnal salvation.
Keep the visual, poetic, homiletic, and otherwise aesthetic contributions rolling! We're working on some songs to GarageBand and eventually YouTube (though performance penchant is not a Norwegian instinct), so we'll add to the music of the still water birds.
love,
Dan
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