Perfect Moments

Some Beautiful New Paintings
from my friend Carolyn Rathbun George*

"There is always one moment in a day when I think my heart will break. Such a moment I think all women have, and men too, when all the meaning of life seems distilled and caught up and you feel you can never, never bear to leave it. It may be when you turn and look down a blazing autumn road or it may be when you see your house under great ancient trees or it may be, in the city, when you look up at a towering apartment building and see one light and think “that is mine.” It may be any one of a number of things, according to the circumstances of your life.

“But there is the moment, and all the heartaches and sorrows of your life suddenly diminish and only the fine brave things stand out. You breathe sharp clean air, your eyes lift to the eternal wideness of the sky.

“Anybody has moments like this to store up, but some people are too busy adding up their frustrations to appreciate them. And yet all we need is an awareness of the beauty in life to make us richly content. My definition of happiness is just the ability to garner the perfect moments” (48, emphasis added).
Gladys Taber
American naturalist and columnist (1899 - 1980)
from Stillmeadow Daybook

Previous references to Taber:
"Every Day Luminous"
"Plotting the Ressurection"

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*Carolyn says:

"My stuff is VERY affordable if any of you would like to have one. I also do custom pieces. Depending on the size, most of the smaller works are under $100.00. Lots of detail . . . done with paint pens. Looks like watercolor but so much easier and fun . . .
. . . This one is small -- 4" x 5"
on 100% handmade cotton paper."

Three Things, One Direction

Consider the squash blossoms, how they grow;
they toil not, neither do they spin:
And yet . . . even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these!
(a gentle revision from Matthew 6: 28 - 29, KJV)
Thanks to my friend Eileen for sharing the following inspirational words of practical wisdom from one of her heroes, Mark Nepo:

"Consider three things you must do today. Carefully put two down. Immerse yourself in the one thing that is left."

"Live deeply enough and there is only one direction."

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A couple more related thoughts from the sixth chapter of Matthew:

I am usually loyal to the KJV in all things literary, but when it comes to Matthew 6: 27, I think I prefer hours to cubits:

27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature? (KJV)

27 And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life?" (NRSV)

then there's the classic:

34: Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. (KJV)

And finally, how about this cool vocabulary
word that Gerry came across last week:

overmorrow (Middle English) or übermorgen (German) which literally translates to "overmorrow" and means "the day after tomorrow."

Who knew? Looks like I'll be writing a new post overmorrow!

Cursive Writing

D'Nealian Script, a cursive alphabet —
lower case and upper case.

"I've always believed that there was a certain age
after which I would be all well and I'd stop feeling
as if I'd been abandoned here on earth with no explanation.
When I was little, the magic number was 6 --
the first - graders had maturity, secret information
(like gnostics), and lunch boxes. Then 13, 18, 21 . . ."
~ Anne Lamott ~
from Grace Eventually (p 243)
When I read these words a few years ago, I identified at once with Lamott's first - grade faith that all would be well and her misconception that the bigger kids had all the answers. Her gradual deflation expresses precisely the dismay that I felt back in grade school when I learned the truth about cursive writing -- that it was a sham, a trick, a false lead.

I shared my cursive writing story recently with epigrammatist, writer, and artist Michael Lipsey when he posted a similar sentiment on facebook:

"The biggest misconceptions of youth are that
somehow things will fall into place as you get older,
that there will be answers to the larger questions,
that you will attain maturity, and certainties,
and self-confidence. Perhaps this is true
if you have a talent for self-deception.
But eventually you figure out
that there won’t be any of these things --
that you will just have to muddle through
as best you can until the end."
For more on Cursive Writing and the Meaning of Life
see my new post "Cursive"
on The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker

Drying the Summer Herbs

What was paradise? But a garden,
an orchard of trees and herbs. Full of pleasure,
and nothing there but delights.

~ William Lawson ~
17th Century English Horticulturist

Oregano

Italian Fruit Bowl from Amalfi ~ Present from Ben

Basil

Exotic Scarf from Sharjah ~ Present from Victoria
See also
"Those Who Know"
current post on
The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker

Swimming Pool, Swimming Pool

Our Cool Pool!
Dear Councilman Bunder & West Lafayette City Council,

As a long - time resident of West Lafayette (1989 - 93; 2004 - 12), I am writing to express my appreciation for the excellent swimming facilities that are offered at the Happy Hollow Municipal Pool. I like to think of our pool as a perfect microcosm of the entire community: little kids, big kids, young adults, old adults, experts, amateurs, and many beginners -- of all ages; some who swim fast, others who take it slow; some treading, some diving; some taking lessons, some working out with serious purpose and some just having a good time!

In the summers of 1989, '90, '91 and '92, I had the good fortune to be enrolled in adult swimming classes with Dee Dilling and Gerry Wachs. Since those years, I have made it my goal to attend at least one lap swim every day that the pool is open, sometimes two. I know that many people in our community value their daily pool outings as much as I do, and we are all filled with dismay when our pool season comes to such an early close every year in mid - August.

I would like to express my enthusiasm for any discussion that might be underway to consider an extension of the pool season, perhaps until Labor Day each year, or shortly thereafter, as seems to be the case at many other public pools. Please number me among the citizens who are willing to help the City explore creative solutions to making this possible.

Thanks again for providing an excellent neighborhood facility and for taking the time to consider the proposition of a longer swimming season.

Sincerely,

Kitti Carriker, Ph.D.

We Even Have Church at the Pool!
Previous Swimming Pool Blog Posts

August 9, 2012: Feed Your Brain

August 28, 2011: "Back to School"

August 18, 2010: "Write Swim Play"

June 22, 2010: "Summer Rerun"

September 15, 2009: "Buoyant"

August 13, 2009: "Moisturizer? Yes, Please!"

July 28, 2009: "Summer Afternoon, Summer Afternoon"

Feed Your Brain

We used to sing this this silly song when the boys were small,
and we've been saying
"Feed Your Brain"
ever since!*

Two ways to feed your brain, no matter what your age:

Music: "Blowing That Horn Makes You Smarter, Longer"
article by Glenn Ruffenach

and

Swimming: "Teaching Adults to Swim"
article by Sanette Tanaka
The swimming article mentions embarrassment several times as one of the greatest stumbling block for many adult beginners. I can say from personal experience that if I were to let that stop me, I'd never get anywhere. Please click to read my testimonials of learning to swim and resuming piano lessons. True stories! Don't be embarrassed, just do it! It will add value to your life, I promise! And joy!

‎"When you are very honest with yourself,
and brave enough,
you can express yourself fully.
Whatever people may think,
it is all right. Just be yourself.
That is actual practice, your actual life."
~ Suzuki Roshi ~

P.S.Thanks to my husband Gerry for sending the first article
and to my swimming buddy Joe for the second reference
and to my friend Jack for reminding me to apply Roshi's wisdom.
{also, at right -> -> ->}

*Another favorite nonsense tune from the same era:

"I Got a Boo Boo On My Finger.
Did it cutting birthday cake. . . .
There's no need to be so drastic!
And don't be so bombastic!
Life alone is so fantastic!
Just relax and watch the show!"

Organ Recital

Ben McCartney & Michael Bennett
The Edward Augustus Ross Memorial Organ
at St. John's Episcopal Church, Lafayette, Indiana
I must applaud my son Ben for his prowess at the keyboard; piano or organ -- either one -- I could listen to him play for hours. A splendid opportunity occurred earlier this summer when he concluded seven years of lessons under Michael's tutelage with an astounding, resounding Senior Organ Recital.

Click to Hear Program

(click once on photo to enlarge for reading)
One of Gerry's and my proudest moments had to be hearing Ben play Widor's Toccata, in the same church, on the same organ, as played by organist Jarrett Follette for our wedding recessional twenty - three years ago. We were also proud to hear Michael say that although Ben's degree was in math not music, he had still prepared a concert at same level of difficulty as an organ major.

Ben has now moved on to graduate school at Duke University's Fuqua School of Business. Luckily for him, Duke is famous for, among other things, the three magnificent organs in its University Chapel. Who knows, even as a finance student, maybe the opportunity for him to try out one of these impressive instruments will present itself somewhere along the way.

Left to right: the Brombaugh, the Flentrop,the Aeolian.

Gerry & Ben admiring the Flentrop
Over the summer, several friends visited Philadelphia and sent back news of the Wanamaker Organ:

Jarrett wrote: "Watching Peter Conte demonstrate, with Michael J. Bennett at
Macy's - Center City Philadelphia"

Michael wrote: "Hearing the world's largest playing pipe organ at the
Wanamaker Building, Philadelphia"

and "Hanging out with an incredibly cool dude on a miserably hot night in Philadelphia" -- that would be Tom Whittemore, organist and choir director from Ben & Sam's choral scholar days at St. Peter's, Philadelphia.

Lee wrote: "Walking from the convention center back to my hotel in down town Philadelphia I decided to stop in Macy's. As I was browsing, organ music filled the place. I walked around the corner and saw this. Apparently we are not up to date in Kansas City. We do not have pipe organs in any of our Macy's stores. I did not buy anything but had a great shopping experience. Can't wait for this trend to hit the Midwest. I would certainly go to Macy's more often."

Thanks to Richard L. Seifert for keeping me up to date!
See previous Wanamaker Organ post

DYFJ

Thanks to Purdue for Permission to Re-print
I have to admire my son Sam (#43; far right) who spends the summer getting up most mornings at 5:45 for a couple hours of weight training and then returns in the afternoon for a couple more hours of kicking practice. He shared with me a little mantra that he learned from one of his coaches on how to stay focused when all the world around seems out of whack: "DYFJ" (just do your f---ing job)!

With that in mind, I have assembled the following collection, all related to the theme of work and, more importantly, DYFJ!

"Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do.
Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do."

Mark Twain
from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
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“The Master of the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which; he simply pursues his vision of excellence in whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him he is always doing both.”

Lawrence Pearsall Jacks

************************I Want A Lot

You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything:
the darkness that comes with every infinite fall
and the shivering blaze of every step up.

So many live on and want nothing
and are raised to the rank of prince
by the slippery ease of their light judgments.

But what you love to see are faces
that so work and feel thirst.

You love most of all those who need you
as they need a crowbar or a hoe.

[Alt. translation:
You cherish those
who grip you for survival.]

You have not grown old, and it is not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out its own secret.

[Alt. translation:
You are not dead yet, it’s not too late
to open your depths by plunging into them
and drink in the life that reveals itself quietly there.]

Rainer Maria Rilke / translated by Robert Bly

************************To Be Of Use

The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.

Marge Piercy
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The Lughnasa Moon

A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he achieved it --
It was clay.

Now this is the strange part:
When the man went to the earth
And looked again,
Lo, there was the ball of gold.
Now this is the strange part:
It was a ball of gold.
Aye, by the heavens, it was a ball of gold.

~ Stephen Crane ~

The Full Thunder Moon ~ now if only it would rain!
"Thou art indeed just, Lord . . . what we plead is just. . . . send our roots rain."
from Gerard Manley Hopkins
August 1st is the cross-quarter holiday halfway between the Summer Solstice and the Autumnal Equinox, called Lughnasa (from the ancient Irish god Lugh) or Lammas Day (from the Anglo-Saxon term hlaf [meaning loaf] - mas. It is the first harvest festival of the year -- the cutting of the first corn, the first wheat, the "first fruits," a rather bittersweet celebration during this particular summer of relentless drought. One ancient custom was to celebrate Lughnasa not necessarily on the 1st of August, but on the evening of the nearest full moon. This year we are in luck, with the two nicely coinciding.

Even more good luck is on the way in 28 / 29 days when the moon will once again be full. August 2012 is one of those unique months that both opens and closes with a full moon. The second full moon in a given month is often called a Blue Moon . Thus, "once in a blue moon" refers to the timeliness of that rare second full moon, every two and a half years or so -- I guess not really all that rare! A better expression of rarity might be the one I often hear from my British mother - in - law: "once every Preston Guild," an historic meeting that takes place in Preston, England, once every twenty years. And if the Preston Guild occurs while the moon is full . . . well, that's bound to signify something!

I'm usually not so wild about power lines, but in this picture, I think they serve as a great punctum, the punctum being French critic Roland Barthes' intriguing term for that touching or disconcerting detail which pierces through the still life, the object, or the studium. Rather than the usual sequence of subject first, object second, for Barthes, the "second element which will disturb the studium I shall therefore call punctum; for punctum is also: sting, speck, cut, little hole – and also a cast of the dice. A photograph’s punctum is that accident which pricks me (but also bruises me, is poignant to me)" (Barthes, Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography, 27). My conclusion is that the utilitarianism of the power lines (as punctum / subject) enhances the poignancy of the moon (as studium / object).

P.S. See also
"Pilobolus, Punctum, Yellow Squash"
"The Handwriting on the Wall"
"This Little World, This England"
"Pear as Punctum"

Favorite Funnies

My friend Michael posted:
"Thank God for this! I was beginning to think 'normal' didn't even exist."

Earlier Version from Olive Sandwiches

My brother Bruce responded:
"As a kid, I recall this being one of our favorite destinations for family outings."

And my friend Lorrie wrote:
"I gave all my frequent flyer miles away for that one."

. . . she knows exactly where it is at all times!

One Who Knows

Happy Birthday, Victoria!
I don't always wear a shirt featuring a painting by Van Gogh,
but when I do, I like to visit the Chicago Art Insitute
with my friend Vickie Amador!
“I talk to you in my mind because
I know you understand the things I want to mean.

There are those who know and those who don't know.
And for every ten thousand who don't know
there's only one who knows. That's the miracle of all time --
the fact that these millions know so much but don't know this.
It's like in the fifteenth century when everybody believed the world was flat . . . But it's different in that it took talent to figure that the earth is round. While the truth is so obvious it's a miracle of all history that people don't know.

For you see, when us people who know run into each other that's an event. It almost never happens. Sometimes we meet each other and neither guesses that the other is one who knows. That's a bad thing. It's happened to me a lot of times. But you see there are so few of us.

Why has this miracle of ignorance endured? Obscurantism.”

Carson McCullers
from The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
[emphasis added]

and
"We divided people into two groups: those who knew, and those who didn't know. Aldous Huxley [b. 26 July 1894] and Carson McCullers knew. Roy Rogers and Doris Day didn't. [Joan Baez and a] crazy singer called Bob Dylan knew."
Sara Davidson
from Loose Change: Three Women of the Sixties
(also a movie)
For more on "Those Who Know"
see my new post
on The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker

Dancing As Fast As I Can

Dance Monkeys Dance
Thought - provoking and tear - jerking.
Monkey that I am, I'll doubtless be brooding about it all day long!

Also, this weird but powerful statement on economics and religion:

Bendito Machine
&
Bendito Machine 2

&
Bendito Machine 3

Thanks to my brother Dave
for sharing these videos with me awhile back.

P.S.
Also Bendito 4, 5, 6

A Far Far Better Thing

London, Paris . . . Gotham
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
we were all going direct to Heaven,
we were all going direct the other way."

opening lines from A Tale of Two Cities, 1859
by Charles Dickens, 1812 - 1870
Literature, even in snippets, can make life more beautiful, add value, impose meaning, establish connections. I like to think of the literary allusion as a bookish version of Six Degrees of Separation, linking the reader to a particular work and author, to everyone else who recognizes the connection, to centuries of human experience. For example, back in my teaching days, I had my students memorize the beginning and ending sentences of Tale of Two Cities even if they never read what was in between.

Maybe it would be a far, far better world if we all read A Tale of Two Cities in its entirety. Falling short of that, however, just knowing the first sentence and the last will enrich your life, because -- as I used to tell my students -- you are going to hear them repeated numerous times, in speeches, titles, jokes, advertisements, movies. What a shame it would be to miss the connection for lack of knowing the reference. If they heeded my advice to memorize these famous lines, my students will have been well - rewarded to hear Commissioner Gordon quoting Dickens at the graveside ceremony for Bruce Wayne this past weekend: "It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known" (closing line from Tale of Two Cities.

For additional parallels, see
"The Dickensian Aspects of [Batman] The Dark Knight Rises"

and for more reading highlights of a similar nature,
check out this cool blog: First Line, Last Line
You might also remember back in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (1982) that Spock gives Kirk a copy of A Tale of Two Cities for his birthday and Kirk reads aloud the first sentence: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” And, as so many have done before and since, at the movie's conclusion, Kirk chooses for Spock's eulogy the noble words of Sidney Carton: "It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."

Time Traveler

The dates on their headstones
reveal that even in their graves
they grow older year by year
just as we do. They are all still with us.
We are all going in the same direction.

from the poem "Memorial Day"
by Ernest Sandeen

Willard M. Carriker, 1970s
A year ago, in observance of my father's birthday (18 July 1923), I wrote a post concerning Tennessee Williams' poem "The Summer Belvedere," including a footnote explaining that on "the day he died (Saturday, 27 June, 1987) we all watched Cat On A Hot Tin Roof that evening on TV. This was before the days of movie rentals, so it's not as if we planned or chose it; it's just what happened to be on. Although my dad's personality was nothing like the character of Big Daddy, we were all kind of mesmerized by the appropriateness of it." (See also my previous posts from "Father's Day" 2010 & "My Father's Birthday" 2010).

Even though I've never been one to put much stock in dreams or remember mine or analyze them or anything like that, a few years ago, I had an unforgettable dream in which my dad comes to a school picnic, wearing a white linen suit and Panama hat -- not like anything I ever saw him wear in real life -- with a camera around his neck -- again, nothing I ever saw my dad do. He looks like a tourist, which I guess is the point, as if he has traveled back from the afterlife.

In the dream, the school kids are all playing and the parents are sitting at picnic tables. When I see my dad come into the park, I say to one of the other parents, "Look, there's my dad." She says, "He can sit with us!" I say, as if it's just a minor setback, "Well, I have to tell you, he's no longer living." And she says, "Oh, that's okay. Tell him to come on over anyway," as if it doesn't matter in the least -- living or dead, all are welcome!

I've often felt sad that my father died before my boys were born; so what I want to do next in the dream is show him which of the children are Ben and Sam so that he can meet them, but when I look across the park, I see that he already has them standing side by side and is taking their photograph! That's when I realize, in the dream, that he already knows who they are! At that point, I woke up and, in real life, felt the same certainty.

I've shared this story with a few friends, one of whom pointed out that perhaps my father's uncharacteristic outfit was his way of saying, "Kitti would never pull this outfit out of her imagination for me, so I'll wear this. Just to let her know." I loved that interpretation, for truly, what I experienced that night did not feel like a dream from within so much as a visitation from without, a surprising, comforting visit from a time traveler.

I've had this same sensation only a couple of other times in my life; but I'll save those stories for another post. For now, Happy 89th Birthday, Dad!

One Hundred Years From Now

The Empyrean ~ Mists of Time
~ Columbia River Gorge ~
"So is there no fact, no event, in our private history, which shall not, sooner or later, lose its adhesive, inert form, and astonish us by soaring from our body into the empyrean. Cradle and infancy, school and playground, the fear of boys, and dogs, and ferules, the love of little maids and berries, and many another fact that once filled the whole sky, are gone already; friend and relative, profession and party, town and country, nation and world, must also soar and sing."
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)
from The American Scholar [See more.]:
An Oration delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, at Cambridge,
August 31, 1837

"Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart."

Steve Jobs (1955 - 2011)
CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios
from A Commencement Address delivered at Stanford University,
June 12, 2005
Old and Wise
[Click Title to Hear]
by Alan Parsons (b 1948)

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

And oh when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go

And oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see
Vista House
~ Columbia River Gorge ~

P.S.
As Marilynne Robinson says in Gilead:
"It is worth living long enough to outlast
whatever sense of grievance you may acquire.
Another reason why you must be careful of your health" (238).

&

As Walt Whitman says:
"Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;
Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed,
and shall bless me."
See "Loos'd of Limits"

Happy Bastille Day!

Ready for the Fourth and / or the Fourteenth!
~ at the Venetian / Palazzo, Las Vegas ~
If I Had a Hammer
words and music by Lee Hays and Pete Seeger
sung by Peter, Paul & Mary

If I had a hammer
I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening
All over this land
I'd hammer out danger
I'd hammer out a warning
I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

If I had a bell
I'd ring it in the morning
I'd ring it in the evening
All over this land
I'd ring out danger
I'd ring out a warning
I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

If I had a song
I'd sing it in the morning
I'd sing it in the evening
All over this land
I'd sing out danger
I'd sing out a warning
I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

Well I've got a hammer
And I've got a bell
And I've got a song to sing
All over this land
It's the hammer of justice
It's the bell of freedom
It's the song about love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

©1958, 1962 (renewed), 1986 (renewed)
TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)

Do You Hear the People Sing?!
from the muscial Les Miserables

Enjolras: Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!

Combeferre: Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?

Courfeyrac: Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free!!

All: Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!

Feuilly: Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance?
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of France!

All: Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes

Source: MetroLyrics.com

Many years ago, I was teaching Ben and Sam these lyrics and more before we went to see Les Mis at the theatre in Philadelphia. They weren't sure if this was really necessary and asked me if it was going to be a sing - along? I told them, "Well, if I'm in the audience it is!" Haha!

For more on Life Beyond the Barricade
see my new Fortnightly Post
"Bastille Day: Is There A World You Long to See?"
on The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker

Love & Justice, Both Blind

The arc of history is long
but it tends toward justice.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Look what happens to the scale
when love holds it:
it stops working.

Kabir

Full Quotation:

"I do not pretend to understand the moral universe;
the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways;
I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure
by the experience of sight; I can divine it by conscience.
And from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice."

Theodore Parker

PS. If only justice were as plentiful as beauty:

FAIR AND UNFAIR

The beautiful is fair. The just is fair.
Yet one is commonplace and one is rare,
One everywhere, one scarcely anywhere.

So fair unfair a world. Had we the wit
To use the surplus for the deficit,
We'd make a fairer fairer world of it.

Robert Francis, 1901 - 1987

Vaca!

The Columbia River Gorge ~ Oregon

The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper . . .

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything have to die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

by Mary Oliver (b 1935)
Contemporary American Poet
Winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, 1984
This poem found in New and Selected Poems

Mount St. Helens ~ Washington

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~ And Earlier ~
Birthday & Memorial Day
(Maryland ~ Washington D.C. ~ Notre Dame ~ Las Vegas)

Loving America the Al Franken Way

Entrance to what used to be a rural Indiana cemetery --
now adjacent to our Menard's parking lot
"Loving American the Al Franken Way"
Chapter Five in Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them
by Al Franken

"I've made a list that takes a good, hard, if quick, look at our great nation's history, pointing out the good and owning up to the bad. It's not meant to be a complete list. For example, I've left out the Gadsden Purchase of 1849, which was something of a mixed blessing. This list is more a bittersweet love song to the world's only remaining superpower, that majestic, though slightly flawed, country that I call home.

Salem witch trials -- bad

Revolutionary War -- good

Slavery -- bad

Ending Slavery -- good, but hard

Civil War reenactments -- weird

Massacring Native Americans and breaking our treaties with them -- bad

Indian casinos -- ?

Child labor during the Industrial Revolution -- bad

Child labor mowing lawns and babysitting -- character-building

Labor movement creating the weekend -- good

Land grant universities -- hot

Rural electrification -- hotter

Social Security -- hottest!

Dictating pop culture for the world -- mixed

Selling Saddam Hussein chemical weapons in the eighties -- In retrospect, bad

Louisiana Purchase -- bargain

Grand Canyon -- wonderful, though we really can't take much credit for it -- no wait:

National park system -- really good

Leading human genome project -- probably good

Genetically engineering super race of unstoppable killers -- bad, but probably inevitable

Winning World War II -- wow!!!

Creating democracy in postwar Germany and Japan; laying groundwork for European peace and prosperity in second half of twentieth century -- right on!

The Greatest Generation -- greatest!

The Greatest Generation -- best - seller

Liberty -- good

Justice for all -- would be nice

Bill of Rights -- great! but Second Amendment could have been clearer

Putting man on the moon -- awesome, if true

Supporting vile dictatorships in Iran, Indonesia, Iraq, Dominican Republic, Guatemala, Congo, Paraguay, Haiti, El Salvador, Bolivia -- bad

Parades -- wholesome fun for whole family

Gay parades -- exuberant expressions of individuality often featuring highly imaginative floats and costumes

Conducting horrific medical experiments on African - Americans in Tuskegee -- bad

Japanese Internment camps -- good. Wait, what were these?

Truman Doctrine -- smart

Vietnam -- mistake

Winning Cold War -- credit all around, to postwar Republican and Democrat presidents alike

Gross human rights violations in name of winning Cold War -- credit all around, except to Jimmy Carter

Women getting the vote -- good . . . for women! Just kidding. It's good for everybody!!!

African - Americans getting the vote -- good . . . for African - Americans. Kidding again. Good for Democrats!!!

Making mistakes -- bad, but inevitable

Correcting mistakes -- good, but not inevitable

Calling those who point out mistakes "unpatriotic" -- itself unpatriotic

Owning up to our mistakes -- brave

America -- home of the brave" (24 - 27)

Happy Independence Day

Old Cemetery in Tippecanoe County, Indiana

P.S. Al Franken for President!
Dream Ticket: Colbert & Franken (in either order)!

Memories Within the Walls

New Post for June on
Kitti's Book List
"Our Island Home"

While reading Julie Myerson's thoroughly researched treasure hunt of a book -- Home: The Story of Everyone Who Ever Lived in Our House -- I was reminded several times of Rumi's description (not sure which poem) of finding the precious streams of gold and red that flow beneath the floorboards of our own inhabited homes; and also of Janis Ian's plaintive song:

Memories
Tomorrow is the birthday of a lady dressed in blue
She don't have much to look forward to and nor do you
We live alone, though we sleep in the same old bed together
This is the home we built before we lost forever
There are memories within the walls and tapestries
There are memories - sitting alone at the station
waiting for a train that never comes
The nights are cold, the days just fade away
Tomorrow never comes
Nothing to say but yesterdays
Do you remember my name?
I don't remember you
We live alone, though we live in the same old home, with the same old truth
There are memories within the walls and tapestries
Memories - sitting alone at the station waiting for a train that never comes
[emphasis added]

Music & lyrics by Janis Ian
from her album, Night Rains

I think it's those "streams of gold and red" and "memories within the walls and tapestries" that Myerson is thinking of when she observes that "There are whole pieces of the past that lie just around the last corner, closer perhaps then we'd like to think. We may choose to forget this, but the house doesn't. The house has seen it, done it, felt it all before" (46). The house has not forgotten!

Myerson's little daughter wonders if perhaps every building we've ever entered can remember our presence, and maybe the buildings that our ancestors have been in draw us back to them: "Maybe all the buildings we ever go in, our ancestors have been in before us and we just don't know it because we never find out those things" (98).

Lillieshall Road Today
[here & above]
More "memories within the walls and tapestries"
from Small Island by Andrea Levy:
"A house had its front sliced off as sure as if it had been opened on a hinge. A doll's house with all the rooms on show. The little staircase zigzagging in the cramped hall. The bedroom with a bed sliding, the sheet dangling. flapping a white flag. A wardrobe open with the clothes tripping out from the inside to flutter away. Empty armchairs siting cosy by the fire. The kettle on in the kitchen with two wellington boots by the stove . . . " (304 - 05).

"Haunted Dollhouse" by Laura Lipton
For more on Small Island and Home,
see these posts on my book blog:
"Our Island Home" & "The Top Layer" & "SSR"