Thursday, January 29, 2009

Cool Commentary from RISD professor


     I don't actually know who this professor is, but I found this short video clip on RISD's website providing information on their liberal arts department.  As many people know I'm considering schools to transfer to and due to that stumbled upon this gem.  

     I think anyone who has ever been a part of a classroom setting can attest to the fact that some teachers are more than just conduits of information.  There are those unique gems that you discover, people within the system who relay life in their classrooms and inspire, not just a desire for education, but for living and exploration.  These are the kind of professors that make education worthwhile to me.  When I find these kind of teachers I really don't care what they teach I just want to learn from them.

     From this video you can tell that this professor has that sort of sparkle to him as I just described.  I not only liked this video due to the speaker's learning appeal, but especially for the middle section of the video where he describes his passion for film and the complexities and life within that art form.  Some friends of mine were recently considering cinematography and what that art form imparts and I think this man pins down an element of cinema that my friends and I have been searching to describe.  

I couldn't import the video so I included a link for you to follow :-)

http://www.risd.edu/liberalarts.cfm

Hymns!




Ancient Irish hymn, possibly from the 8th Century, tr. by Mary E. Byrne

1. Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

2. Be Thou my Wisdom, Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee, Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

3. Be Thou my battle-shield, sword for my fight,
Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight.
Thou my soul's shelter, Thou my high tower.
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

4. Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

5. High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heav'ns Son!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.

     This is probably one of my favorite hymns.  I get in the habit of singing while I'm at work washing dishes, which can prove to be quite embarrassing when someone walks in on me and I'm really into it, but it doesn't seem to stop me :-).  For some reason the lyrics seem to just stick in my head and express a lot of my heart and I've been wanting to find out all of the stanzas so that I can sing it in its entirety to my dishes.  

     The first verse seems to exude Psalm 139 describing the closeness of the Lord.  It almost comes across in this song as a love sickness, just wanting Him to be near in whatever way possible.  The Celts and the Irish definitely had a link with pertinent presence of God as well as the warrior spirit and the "big picture" plan He has including his final renewal.  I think it has to do with their personal identity as a people, but those attributes seem to come through quite strongly in this song.  

     If anyone knows the actual chords to this song let me know!  I've sorta picked out what worked with it on accident once on my guitar, but I think it sounds just a bit off.  I need to find a hymnal around here somewhere, because some of those old songs and their histories are so moving.


Here's a cool link to a great acoustic version of this song sung by a guy I found on Youtube.  He has a great voice and his guitar skills are more enjoyable than mine :-)





Saturday, January 24, 2009

Sewing and Lampshades...


  I'm at a crossroads of many paths I can take on a macro scale in my life and I can't really seem to sort through all of the options so it appears that I'm taking out all of my excess curiosities and frustrations on my sewing machine and random household objects.  
     
     SEW... my first real project on my old sewing machine this season... I made a dress??? From absolutely no patterns!  Don't ask.  Somehow it kinda worked so here it is.  I'm digging polka dots this year for some reason.  
     I kinda stole the dimensions of the skirt from my favorite H&M skirt that fits well and then stole the top dimensions from and Anne Taylor Loft shirt that is my favorite standby.
    
 Another interesting project from the evening is an awesome new light fixture.  I can't take full credit for this, because my friend Missy did most of the work and had the original idea.  I just altered it a bit along with a decent Goodwill find. Gotta love 'em.  So here it is...
     The shade was made by wrapping a punching balloon in crochet thread, covering it in fabric stiffener and then cutting a whole in the bottom.  It was initially intended as a hanging light fixture, but it turned out a bit lopsided due to a lack of enough fabric stiffener among other malfunctions.  Once I bought the blue lamp base at Goodwill for $5 I remembered my "faux-paux-matic" ball of yarn and adjusted the idea to a lamp shade, which I'm quite p
leased with.  Not to mention, this lamp casts awesome light patterns on the walls. 

Friday, January 2, 2009

William Blake

"Songs of Experience" Introduction

Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who Present, Past, & Future, sees;
Whose ears have heard
The Holy Word
That walk'd among the ancient trees,
 
Calling the lapsed Soul
And weeping in the evening dew;
That might controll
The starry pole,
And fallen, fallen light renew!

"O Earth, O Earth, return!
"Arise from out the dewy grass;
"Night is worn,
"And the morn
"Rises from the slumberous mass.
"Turn away no more;
"Why wilt thou turn away?
"The starry floor,
"The wat'ry shore,
"Is giv'n thee till the break of day."

     -William Blake

     I've always liked poetry.  My mother used to find me outside composing ballads when I was six.  I've run across countless journals from my childhood filled with poetry of the kingdom, nature, and other random things.  
     One of my good friends from my last job, among whose company I enjoyed debating philosophical ideas and art tried to put the works of T.S. Elliot in my hands declaring that I would be an avid follower due to his pastoral poetry.  I didn't think I was a fan of the cantering English style in prose.  I've always been more attracted to abstract, modern, poetry, which typically dwells on a single idea and expresses itself through minimal amounts of words and leaves you reaching for a meaning at the end.  One of my favorite older authors who seems to tackle topics in this manner was the Father of Zionism, Bialik.  The Hebrew language lends itself to this style of poetry beautifully, as it is a pictoral language, and paints a more abstract picture, while typically holding several layers of meaning.  Perhaps that's why I enjoy reading the Old Testament so much as well. 
     When that familiar hankering for poetry rose up within me several weeks ago, I went out hunting for more poets whom I had never read before.  Of course I encountered a small dose of the classic English poets in elementary school, but I never really paid much attention to them before.  After spending hours in the poetry section dissatisfied with the available options I ran across a book a few days later drastically discounted, an anthology of Romantic English Poetry.  I decided to give it a chance and I'm rather taken aback by some of the poems by William Blake.  He was quite the free thinker of his age, on matters, political, societal, and ethical.  Blake's prose is much like that of the King James Version of his day, but it always surprises me when Blake looks past the physical shell of items, which I feel most romantic English poetry dwells in, and reaches for a deeper message, such as in this poem, "Songs of Experience."  This poem sounds rather mystical, which is rather rare for the English way of his day.  
     Something else that fascinates me about Blake, was his creative process.  He was actually a visual artist first and foremost.  All of his poems were created in conjunction with a painting.  Cool huh?   
     Anyway, I'd love to hear your views, likes, or dislikes on poetry.  What is it that fascinates you about poetry?  Do you have any more information on William Blake or what do you like his works?  Lemme know!