My favorite and last of these:
“With the combined weight of stories, you can get at the truth.”
-- Sherman Alexie
My favorite and last of these:
“With the combined weight of stories, you can get at the truth.”
-- Sherman Alexie
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In honor of completing the first draft of Book I:
“A book is made with one’s own flesh and blood of years.”
-- Willa Cather
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Today’s thought from the patron saint of MoHo poetry:
“One must be honest somewhere. I wish to be honest in poetry.”
-- May Swenson
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“The true voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
-- Marcel Proust
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So, here are the final online crossover pics from James Hance’s book,
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“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”
--Aristotle
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More vinyl wisdom:
“I will tell you something about stories…
They aren’t just entertainment.
Don’t be fooled.
They are all we have.”-- Leslie Silko
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With the recent, very unexpected passing of a colleague, these words came across my desk:
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Our sassy gay friend is back to save more Shakespearean damsels from themselves.
I truly think Juliet would have benefitted most from a sassy gay friend the most. As I’ve said before West Side Story is so much better than Romeo and Juliet and that’s coming from someone who studies poetry.
I really wonder what he’d say to Lady Macbeth….
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One of my favorite Christmas memories took place just a few years ago. It was a snowy night and we found ourselves at Cole’s place for a holiday party.
After a night of games and treats, we sat in his living room taking a breather. We sat around and looked at each other debating what we should do when Cole stood up and grabbed a basket between the television stand and the fireplace.
“Who wants to hear a story?” Cole asked, pulling a book from the basket.
None of us were quite sure what to make of the question. All of us were high school graduates and some of us college graduates, so the concept of Cole reading us a story seemed slightly foreign. In an instant, though, we’d warmed to the idea of being kids again and he started reading.
We sat there as he read to us Red Ranger Came Calling which details the story of a boy calling himself “The Red Ranger of Mars.” It’s not your same old rehashed imagery or story. It appeals to even the cynics who have a hard time getting into the holidays. That night through the amazing illustrations and lively conversations, we learned that “Sometimes folks need something to believe in” and “Sometimes folks need someone to believe in them.”
Sometimes we do need to take a step back and think like kids again.
In the holiday spirit, I have collected some of my favorite kids Christmas books:
Standard holiday fare. We all know the story and have it engrained in our minds by the Boris Karloff-narrated, Chuck Jones-animated version of the story. It’s a classic, so I’ll leave it at that. (No comment on the movie adaptation…).
Again, not much in the way of originality here. It’s a classic story we all know. A poem approaching it’s bicentennial, it was originally written by Henry Livingston, Jr. and later revised by Clemente Clarke Moore. There are plenty of interesting and original takes and illustrations on the story out there. Take a look. I've been told the Tasha Tudor-illustrated version is a good one.
I remember this one always flying off the shelves in the elementary school library. Everybody wanted to take it home so their parents could read it to them. Probably appealing for its illustrations and the concept, which some train companies actually copy.
Breathed also penned and illustrated the aforementioned Red Ranger Came Calling as well as the comic strip Bloom County. He has a knack for humoring adults and children alike and getting at some pretty deep stuff just by wowing you with some quick with and a few strokes of the brush.
This is a hilarious illustrated representation of the song. It takes the song quite literally and I haven’t seen this book since I was eight years old. It disappeared from the library and I never saw it after my first read. Someday, I will spontaneously buy this book after a bad day.
Confession time: I love Laura Ingalls Wilder. Every night I would read a few chapters of one of the Little House books to my mother from the age of seven.
This is just an affirming book that shows that being ourselves is what really matters. I suppose I’ve always associated it with Christmas because it was part of a Sunday School Christmas lesson.
No matter who you are, how you were made (or how you believe you were made), or how people treat you, there are good people out there that love you in this world. There is no greater Christmas lesson than that.
Snowmen at Night and Snowmen at Christmas
(Both by Caralyn Buehner and Mark Buehner)
A Child's Christmas in Wales
Dylan Thomas
Merry Christmas, Ernest & Celestine
Gabrielle Vincent
A snowman named just Bob and A snowgirl named just Sue
Mark Kimball Moulton
The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey
Susan Wojciechowski
Santa Claustrophobia
Mike Reiss
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