Shawn L. Bird

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Gratia gratiam parit November 9, 2010

Filed under: Commentary,Grace Awakening,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:35 am
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I discovered a fascinating Latin Proverbs blog today:

http://audiolatinproverbs.blogspot.com

The proverb that drew me to the site was Gratia gratiam parit.   It is a rather profound proverb, because gratia has so many diverse meanings. Consider that favour, esteem, regard, liking, love, friendship,agreeableness, pleasantness, charm, beauty, grace, loveliness, courtesy, service, blessing, obligation, gratitude return, requital and acknowledgment are all components of gratia.

In this proverb grace is both the subject (gratia) and the object (gratiam).  Parit is the verb which means birth.  Think of it as creating, making, causing something to be.

I’m no Latin scholar, but the brilliance seems pretty clear.  Look at this list of definitions.  Now mix and match:

Favour

Esteem

Regard

Liking

Love

friendship

agreeableness

pleasantness

charm

beauty

grace

loveliness

courtesy

service

obligation

blessing

gratitude

giving back

requital

acknowledgment

 …creates Favour

Esteem

Regard

Liking

Love

friendship

agreeableness

pleasantness

charm

beauty

grace

loveliness

courtesy

service

obligation

blessing

gratitude

giving back

requital

acknowledgment

It’s kind of profound, isn’t it? What you put out, is what you get back, in all sorts of permutations.  Think of what it means in the context of the theme of Grace Awakening.  Grace herself is awakening to her birthright, Grace is creating Grace (and the 3 Graces create Grace, as well).  Fascinating stuff.

 

Amateur free verse November 8, 2010

Filed under: Commentary,Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:39 am
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Putting on the English teacher hat…

(Free verse: poetry without rhyme scheme or rhythm.  The following poem is a tirade against bad free verse.  It is not written in free verse.)

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When crafting lines of poetry
Please choose your words most carefully.
If you must vomit onto the page
Clean up all the boring beige
Only the best words should be saved
Everything else, please deftly raze.
Leave your message in a poignant turn
Not lost amid the dross and worms.
In poetry, now please don’t pout,
the best is left,  when you toss out!

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Do you think a poem about it will make my students more inclined to do it?

No.  Probably not. 

I hate rambling, self-gratifying, free verse poetry.  I wrote a lot of it as a teen, and it was very cathartic.  Not everything we write is  worthy to be shared.  (In the effort to avoid hypocrisy, let me take this opportunity to apologize to the young men who were forced to endure those horrendous, cathartic poems:  I was young.  I was stupid.  Please forgive me).  Let us remember that even free verse should be edited for the most beautiful, evocative, powerful language we can create!  There is power in brevity!

I think I may make a poster that summarizes this idea even further:

Use the best, the perfect words

Don’t bury them beneath the turds

 

making choices November 7, 2010

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 am

Who you want to be is rooted in who you are.  Every decision you make today, whatever you do or say, moves you along a path that is crafting your character.  You have to be very conscious of this fact while you are debating your options, because your personal integrity is at stake.

Do I tell what I saw?

Do I take that because no one will see me?

The answers are easy.  What would the person you most want to be, do in this case?  Would the best you do that?  Would the best you say that?

Sometimes we do things to impress other people, but the things that we do to impress them take us away from who we want to be.  Often, the things we choose to do just show our immaturity, and don’t impress at all!  Like thinking smoking makes us seem more grown up.  I remember a knowing look of distain on the face of the person I was trying to impress with that.  The look of disgust meant I didn’t do it anymore.  I didn’t want any habit that made me less in those eyes.  I should have been more concerned about my own eyes.  

It’s good to have people around us to remind us to be our best selves.  People who sensitively show us that we can be better than our past, our present situation, or even our old decisions.  Today we can start off on a new path to be the person we dream of being.

All it takes is a good decision, every day and every hour.

 

Old love November 6, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:46 am

Sighs floating on the

Whispers of wishes and dreams,

our future unfolds

Night after night

in kisses and caresses.

With whispered words in the darkness,

we’re wrapped in rapture

year after year.

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This poem is part of Jingle’s Poetry Rally Week 32

http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/thursday-poets-rally-week-32-november-4-10/

 

 

Not the one November 5, 2010

Filed under: anecdotes,Commentary,Grace Awakening,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:07 am
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A prose selection that’s been floating in my mind for quite some time………

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     “Just how near-sighted are you?” she asked from the side of the pool.
     He laughed, as he leisurely moved his arms to keep himself upright in the deep water, “Very.”
     She slipped into the water while she watched him. About 8 feet away, she pulled up. “Can you see me here?”
     He shook his head, “Nope. You’re just grey fuzz.”
     She swam a few feet closer. “Here?”
     “Nope.”  His voice had changed subtly.  There was a timbre behind it that drew her.
     She moved in again. “Here?” Her heart was beginning to pound.
     He whispered this time. “No.”
     She blushed in the cool water as she swam even closer. Their eyes were less than a foot apart now.   Their lips were less than a foot apart.  Inches.  She could see the creases, and followed his tongue as it licked across the bottom lip.
    She swallowed and murmured, “Here?”
    He stared into her eyes as his lips curled into a slow sultry smile. “Well, you’re almost clear there.”
   She gazed into his eyes, paddling her arms gently back and forth, her heart pounding in her ears at his invitation.  She felt her life unfolding before her in the depths of his eyes. Would it be?
   Time stood still as he waited, smiling with the challenge.  The gauntlet was  thrown. 
   Time was frozen as she waited, feeling for her future, wondering.
   And suddenly, it was clear.  

   Driving the heel of her hand across the surface of the water she splashed a wave into his face, then dived past him as he reached, laughing, to grab her.
   She swam away from him, beneath the surface of her dream, deep in the water of a new choice.  She was bidding farewell to the dreams that had haunted her.  Dreams that would probably haunt her forever.  Dreams are not reality. 

   He was not The One after all.

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Technically, this isn’t about Grace & Ben although I’ve linked it to other writings about them.  It fits with the theme of Grace Awakening although it doesn’t fit into the plot.  Ben is definitely The One, so this could be Marco or Alex?  It’s a little closer to the Bright and Umed narrative, though of course, they would never have been swimming together.  Whatever it is, it’s a slice of life moment when destiny is looking you right in the eyes, and you know that the decision you make will irrevocably rearrange the rest of your life.  You have to stare deeply into the mists and decide if this is the future you choose.

It’s kind of profound when it happens to you.

 

Slowing down November 4, 2010

Filed under: Commentary,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:27 pm
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Yesterday I was listening to CBC as I was coming into the house. The person being interviewed was talking about how science has created significantly smaller unit of time than the nanosecond. He was talking about how a whole other world could co-exist with us in place, but because they were living in a different time, we wouldn’t even notice them. Their world would exist so much more quickly than ours that we would be statues in their midst. Several generations of their lives could pass within a blink of our eye.
It’s not implausible. After all, insects live in a more rapid world than we do. The water cycle is much faster than the rock cycle.
This presents interesting narrative possibilities
Could the beings living in this rapid world be responsible for unexplained phenomena in our world?
Could we be living in someone else’s much slower world? Are those statues on display in museum, really just very slowly living beings?
Hmmmmmmm….

 

The Right to Fail November 2, 2010

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:09 pm

One of the hardest things for a teacher to accept is that kids have the right to fail.  That is, as autonomous beings, if they choose not to do any work, not to attend classes, not to write tests, they are choosing to fail.  Although we will bend over backwards (in fact, we tend to quite dramatic back flip sessions!)  in order to help our students succeed, we have to let them make their own decisions, and when their decision is clear, we have to accept that they have chosen to fail.

In elementary and middle school kids don’t ever really experience academic failure.  Whether or not they have met the grade level learning outcomes, they get moved along with their peers while the skills spread out more and more.  By the time the kids reach high school there can be a ten grade level span in reading or writing ability within a class room.  Supports are there to allow a learning disabled kid to be successful.  I had a young man who read at a grade 2 level successful in my Socials 8 class years ago.  He had an amazing work ethic and was able to meet the learning outcomes.  In the same class, kids reading two or three levels above their grade were choosing to fail.  Why?

Almost always it is about exerting personal power: schoolwork is the one thing that they have complete control over, so in order to assert their autonomy over their parents or teachers (any authority will do), they refuse to cooperate and do their work.   They think this will hurt the authority figures.  It doesn’t.  In high school, there is no going forward without earning the credit.  The PASS is required by the Ministry of Education.  It is something most have never faced before, and they’re often shocked to find themselves sitting in a classroom with kids a year younger than them because they didn’t pass the course the year before.  If they remain insolent, they usually don’t pass the second time through, either.  Generally, they make it through on the third try, because by then they’ve finally figured out that they are responsible for their own success, and they are the only ones who can solve their problem.

It is even more frustrating dealing with kids who don’t make that connection.  They constantly get themselves in painful situations and although everyone else is watching and waving their arms frantically telling them not to do whatever it is- date the abusive guy, take the physics class when they barely passed non-academic math, go for a non-academic load when they should be preparing for university, they’re going the wrong way on a one way street, etc.  Others see the road ahead and try to warn them, but the kid has blinders on and refuses to see the difficulties their decision will inevitably cause them.

A mom once told me what happened when her then 18 year old daughter arrived at a special alternate school for over-age  kids to earn graduation credits.  As she looked around the room at all the other kids she used to hang out with in the smoke pit, she observed, “We wanted to get out of high school, so we skipped out, but now we’re still in high school, and the others have graduated.  I guess we weren’t as smart as we thought!”

The hardest thing is letting them go to make their own mistakes, because making mistakes is the best learning tool.  Still, I wish more were like the admirable young lady who said, “I learn from watching other people’s mistakes.”

It’s kind of like the saying, “If you can’t be a shining example, at least be a dramatic warning…”

What do you think?  Do you think kids have the right to fail?  Why?  Why not?

 

A Hallowe’en story October 31, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:22 am

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This is the time of year

They say the veil is thin.

The other side is closer

So fears well from within.

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Harold was out driving

Along a country lane

The fog was rolling thickly

The moon was on the wane

A crash rang through the forest

As a tree fell on the road

Harold’s heart was pounding

He looked for an abode

There off in the distance

He saw a flickering light

He headed off toward it

While pushing down his fright

This is the time of year

They say the veil is thin

The other side is closer

So fear wells from within

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The walk went on forever

Though it hadn’t seemed that far

Was the light moving also?

Soon he lost sight of his car.

A crunching noise behind him

Made him jump in fear

A huffling breath was panting

The thing was very near.

Harold’s scream rang wildly

As something hit his knees

He fell stumbling forward

Face first on moldering leaves

He fought to look around him

But something held him fast

A voice cackled out of darkness

He feared a die’d been cast

This is the time of year

They say the veil is thin

The other side is closer

So fear wells from within

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‘It’s just a very friendly dog’

Harold repeated to himself

‘Nothing is eating at

My continental shelf.’

He waited for the owner

Of the dog? or wolf? or bear?

Wondering whether he would

Survive to get back there

To find that flickering light

He could make out through the haze

As the something kept on chomping

He then heard through his daze.

“Oi, looky at what I’ve found!”

“Girls see what Blackie’s got!

“A quite live man is lying here

“He’s not yet filled with rot!”

This is the time of year

They say the veil is thin.

The other side is closer

So fears well from within.

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The voice sent shivers through him

As she hauled her Blackie off

“That’s not much man,” another voice

Behind him sniffed and scoffed.

“He’s man enough for what we want,”

The first voice did insist

She hauled him up and leaned in close

Her lips pursed for a kiss.

Harold pulled back in horror

As he gazed at her face

She’d said he wasn’t rotten yet

For her t’was not the case.

This is the time of year

They say the veil is thin

The other side is closer

So fear wells from within

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The cackling hag shook him hard

And turned Harold around

She marched him to the light

As he tripped o’er stony ground.

Although he didn’t tumble

His heart thudded in his chest

And even when he faltered

She didn’t let him rest

“Hurry up you man,” she muttered

As he tried not to fall flat

“We’re almost to your destiny,

Are you prepared for that?”

He wasn’t and he gasped a bit

His heart, it gave a flutter,

“Please don’t kill me,” he begged her

With a pathetic stutter.

She laughed, and others joined in

Hags circled all around

The flickering bonfire crackled

He quivered at the sound.

The beast that followed snuffling

Was sniffing at his feet

And Harold whimpered softly

As he was pushed onto his seat.

This is the time of year

They say the veil is thin.

The other side is closer

So fears well from within.

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He finally saw the creature

That had munched him without care

It was huge with yellowed fangs

It wasn’t dog or wolf or bear.

Harold trembled as he realized

That it was not a beast

But a mangled, damaged human

Looking like Harold’d be a feast

Harold shivered once again

And gazed back to the hags

Who cackled as they stared back

And waved their filthy rags.

“Oh Harry, we are glad you’re here

We need your soul, you see.

The potion that brings back our youth

Requires ingredients three.”

Another hag joined in at that

and added solemnly

We need an arm, a leg” she winked

“And something more manly.”

This is the time of year

They say the veil is thin.

The other side is closer

So fears well from within.

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“When you have sacrificed your parts

You’ll see before your eyes

We’ll all become the beauties

For whom you’ll willingly die.

“Of course, just like in everyday

To hold a gorgeous girl

You’ll have sacrificed your manhood

By giving her a whirl!”

“You can pick whichever one of us

You’ll take home to your mom,

They’ll think you’ve hit the jackpot

And you’re having lots of fun.

“Of course, we’ll know the truth of it

That you can’t quite perform

But you can pretend all you like

And we’ll snuggle and be warm.”

Her coquettish gleam through hollow eyes

Made Harold feel quite squeamish

He didn’t need a trophy wife

He pondered how to vanish.

Then through the woods a booming call

Made Harold feel relief

The girl he loved had felt his fear

And was thundering through the trees.

The hags all scattered shrieking

As Harold’s wife came near,

“It’s time to go to hospital,

The baby’s coming, dear!”

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This is the time of year

They say the veil is thin

The other side is closer

So fears well from within.

This poem is part of Jingle Poetry’s Monday Potluck:

Hallowe’en / Trick or Treat theme

http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

 

Grace makes friends October 30, 2010

Filed under: anecdotes,Grace Awakening,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:33 am

You know what I love?  I love getting feedback from readers.  It is so incredibly gratifying to have someone telling me what they’re thinking as they’re immersed in Grace’s world.

At the moment, one of my grade seven students is reading a bound draft copy of Grace Awakening.  Yesterday we finished silent reading and were busily working on socials projects when she looked up at me and blurted out, “Mrs. Bird!  I can’t stop thinking about that phone conversation Grace overheard about Ben!”   Today as silent reading ended, she put the book down slowly and grumbled, “Why do we have to stop?  They’re on the train and the guy just got stabbed!” 

A boy across the aisle from her looked from her to me and said, “Mrs. Bird, your book sounds way more exciting than the one I’m reading!  I want to read your book next!”

Outside our Hallowe’en dance in the afternoon I was chatting with a young man.  He had told me that he was dressed as Ares, the god of war.  I explained that I knew Ares well, because he had a very significant scene in my book.  We discussed the differences between Ares and Mars, and then another boy, who’d been listening remarked, “I’m buying your book when it comes out, Mrs. Bird.  It sounds awesome.”

It is quite crazy to have this amazing opportunity to touch lives and experiences with my words.  I’m not sure that it’s as suited to the boys as they think, but the fact that I can discuss these gods with them is fun.  It’s also wonderful to give them a chance to connect with “a real writer.”  Mothers have come up to me in the hall and asked about my book because their child has told them about it.  It is all rather surreal.

I can’t wait until book launch time!  More than that, I can’t wait until AFTER the launch when there are lots of readers to discuss the book with!

11 months to go…

 

Be My Music October 29, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:45 am
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I heard a voice
from long ago
singing
Be My Music.

While I sat at my computer
working away
I found tears in my eyes

Grace would understand
how the music creeps
and pepper sprinklings of memory
burn

I am music
I am words
I am melancholy
I am bliss
I am
beyond this nostalgia
and today’s tune
is the best
song
I could have
sung.

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