Showing posts with label Strunk and White. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Strunk and White. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Dash of Life


Elementary Rules of Usage
Strunk & White, The Elements of Style



On a gravestone,
there is a significant mark that is often missed- the dash between the date of birth and the date of death; an engraved summary of all that occurred between two moments in earth time.
Today I am living in the dash.

A dash is, of course, the stuff drawings are made of.
Artists call them lines.

Psalm 19 begins, 'The heavens are telling of the glory of God; and their expanse is declaring the work of His hands. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard. Their line (sound, precision, musical string) has gone out through all the earth, and their utterances to the end of the world. In them He has placed a tent for the sun.'

The Hebrew word for line in this Psalm is kav. One Rabbi says of kav- "The precision of the universe is likened to a surveyor's tape stretched out to the ends of the earth. This means that the precision of the cosmos is evident all over the earth to any observer."

Maybe that is why John Muir said, "Tug on anything at all and you'll find it connected to everything else in the universe."


A language of line



The Letter
oh, the power in a line
to ascend and descend
arc and loop
open close
thin becoming thick
as thought begets
a river of black-
and there is Life

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

On Knowing

"The distance between the heart and the mind
is greater than the distance of heaven to earth."
Rabbi Eliyahu Lopian (1872-1970)


hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- the fear of long words


The weekend Calvin Seerveld spent in our home, he walked in, stopped, smiled, and said, "Your home is more aesthetically obedient than mine." I have thought about those words many times.
Last night I dreamed I was having a conversation with a student. I asked the student, "What do you know?" They began a response but I stopped them. Again, I asked, "What do you know?! Not, what do you think or believe?" I have been chewing on the question all day.

This morning I read this-
"And as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last He will take His stand on the earth." Job 19:25.

This I know-
In words there is life and there is death.

My wife once told me, "You live in your own little world."
Guilty as charged. I'm working on getting out more.

In The Elements of Style, by Wm. Strunk and E.B. White, I just read-

Choose a suitable design and hold to it.
The first principle of composition, therefore, is to foresee
or determine the shape of what is to come and pursue that shape.

I am God's poema, His composition. I have seen glimpses of the shape I am to become, but, as Brancusi said, "To see far is one thing: going there is another."

This I also know-
God loves me.

An Embarrassment
Wendell Berry

"Do you want to ask
the blessing?"

"No. If you do,
go ahead."

He went ahead:
his prayer dressed up

in Sunday clothes
rose a few feet

and dropped with a soft
thump.

If a lonely soul
did ever cry out

in company its true
outcry to God

it would be as though
at a sedate party

a man suddenly
removed his clothes

and took his wife
passionately into his arms.