Sunday, August 22, 2010

Wonderfully Interactive

"The whole system was invented to meet the needs of industrialism. So the hierarchy is based on two ideas: Number one that the most useful subjects for work are at the top. So you were probably steered benignly away when you were a kid from things you liked on the ground you would never get a job doing that...And the second is academic ability, which has really come to dominate our view of intelligence because the universities designed the system in their image. If you think of it the whole system of education around the world is a protracted process of university entrance. The consequence is that many highly talented, brilliant, creative people think they're not because the thing they're good at at school wasn't valued or was actually stigmatized."

"It's wonderfully interactive. The brain isn't divided into compartments. Creativity, which I define as having original ideas which have value, more often than not comes about as the interaction of different disciplinary ways of seeing things."

-Ken Robinson
http://www.ted.com/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html

Friday, August 20, 2010

The Letters are Flying

And in another place, the story is told of Rabbi Hananya ben Teradyon that he was wrapped in a scroll of the Torah and burned at the stake. Moments before his death, his students cried out, "Master! What do you see?" He answered, "The parchment is burning, but the letters are flying toward the heavens!"

-The Book of Letters, Lawrence Kushner
http://www.amazon.com/Book-Letters-Mystical-Alef-Bait-Kushner/dp/1879045001

The Wordless White Stone

I felt its calm power as I held it
and wished a wish I cannot tell.
It fit in my hand like a hand gently
holding my hand through a sleepless night.
A stone so like, so unlike
all the others it could only be mine.

The wordless white stone of my life!

-"Truro" from Worlding, Elizabeth Spires
http://www.amazon.com/Worldling-Elizabeth-Spires/dp/0393316289

Whatever Returns

You who do no remember
passage from the other world
I tell you I could speak again: whatever
returns from oblivion returns
to find a voice:

from the center of my life came
a great fountain, deep blue
shadows on azure seawater.

-From "The Wild Iris" in The Wild Iris, Louise Gluck
http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Iris-Louise-Gluck/dp/0880013346