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All the springs that came before

I bought four peonies last weekend. I had forgotten how they smelled: rich, aromatic, but not as cloying as a rose.

When my mother was in her 90s, I brought her outside one day. 572 more words

Dare we disturb the universe?

If you’ve been following the musings on bluyonder, you’ll know I’m no fan of the traditional model of schooling. The reason is pretty simple – the structure as it stands drives the learning. 296 more words

Contemporary Schooling

3.2.1 Quote Me! - Literature

Thanks to Rory over at A Guy Called Bloke for mentioning me. I’m supposed to leave you with two quotes about today’s topic: Literature

“There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek that comes from an ancient book.” 32 more words


New Song...

I’m putting the finishing touches on a new song. This one is a disco version of TS Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” 51 more words


The Moral Imagination

I was reading an article by philosopher of aesthetics Ted Cohen today (which unfortunately is behind a subscription wall,) that dovetails nicely with yesterday’s post on “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock.” Cohen writes, 338 more words


My Name is Asher Lev, by Chaim Potok

The recommendation of this book came after watching the season finale of Shtisel, an Israeli drama about a family of Orthodox Jews living in modern-day Jerusalem. 725 more words

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A Rambling Post on “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock”

We all know (and feel clever that we know) that J Alfred Prufrock is not TS Eliot. Furthermore, we know that Eliot is having a bit of fun at Prufrock’s expense. 1,050 more words