by Fitz | Jul 1, 2014 | Essays, Journal
When you find yourself in the majority,
it’s time to join the minority
~Mark Twain
I have to admit, Google is pretty impressive. The whole set of features that are offered to the public and to educators for free is pretty astounding: email, document creation and curation, co-editing and sharing, websites, blogs, automated tasking—and the list goes on for quite a while; enough that I need to sit and think more deeply about why I am not ready or willing to cast my hook, line, and sinker into the Google pond (I mean, sea). Maybe because I feel like I am the bait; and that ultimately Google wants to dangle me with all my needs, wants, inclinations, and aspirations cyphered out of my online actions in front of targeted ads purveyed by modern day hucksters and predators.
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by Fitz | Jun 3, 2014 | Essays, Journal
Going to Canobie Lake is always the turning point of the year for me. It is like some primal signal that It is time to turn away from the school year and towards the future. Obviously, it is my hope that you learned some useful skills this year, but, more importantly, I hope that you have gained a deeper sense of the power and importance of words–and that you will tap into that power in whatever way you need or want over the course of your life. I want you to know that I am always around as another set of eyes for anything you write over these eight or ten more years of school–and many more of simply life–that you have ahead of you. Sometimes, it is simply good to hear from you. This year, this is the last you will hear from me. My last echo….
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by Fitz | May 23, 2014 | Poetry, Raccoon
Goat house
In reaching for the scythe
I’m reminded of the whetstone
and the few quick strokes
by which it was tested–
the hardness of hot August;
the burning of ticks
off dog backs.
It’s winter now
in this garage made barn,
and the animals seem only curious
that I’d be here so late
on a cold night lit dimly
by a single hanging bulb.
They don’t bother to stir
and disturb their warm huddle.
Cudchewers, we pay each other
little attention.
The curve of the handle still fits.
The blade shines,
its edge oiled against rust.
The loft is full
of Jack Mattison’s field.
There’s nothing to do —
my content is preparedness,
the simplicity of knowing.
~Fitz
Williams Rd. Farm
1983
I wrote that poem when I was in a “farming” stage of life, and I soon realized that being a farmer was not a big deal–it was a whole bunch of “little deals.” If I took care of the little things, my life was infinitely more simple and more rewarding.
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by Fitz | May 6, 2014 | Essays, Journal, Teaching
“Zou Ma Guan Hua”
You can’t ride a horse and smell the flowers
~Chinese Proverb
Sometimes I love just browsing through old folders of pictures of my kids when they were just kids in every sense of the word. Just seeing the pictures is a visceral experience for me as I try to remember the whole context of each individual picture: Charlie looking like an upside down duck eating fresh strawberries in the garden; Pipo holding a big snowball for the first time in his life; Emma airborne off a rope swing over dark waters; Tommy strumming a guitar twice the size of his two year old body; Kaleigh dressed up as a hippy nine year old singing songs from Jesus Christ Superstar; Ej building a fort in the sweep of maples in the backyard; Margaret in her eternal thoughtfulness staring out at the ocean on a sunset beach–all of these does something, evokes something, and signifies something that I never want to forget.
A picture only tells a part of the story, but it does do an amazing job of setting visual scene in a reader’s mind. As a writer, being able to create this imagery soley in words is essential to grabbing and sustaining a reader’s attention–and often your own as the writer. I personally love the marriage of images and words and sound made so easily possible on these portfolios. To lose the moment is to only see the flower at a distance.
In these last few weeks at Fenn, use your portfolio time as a way to capture and remember as much as you can. After more than twenty years teaching here, I love reconnecting with old students and sit around “remembering the day” this or that happened. Your journal and your portfolio will someday be that place we can gather around and “remember” together, and for you it will always be a place that will give more back than you ever put into it, for these years will always be a great and profound teacher to you. Fenn is a pretty remarkable place, even if right now it just seems normal and unremarkable to you.
Capture now what you can.
Before it’s lost…
by Fitz | May 4, 2014 | Essays, Journal
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
~Plato
Writing a song is not just an exercise in seeking some kind of future fame. It is simply an exercise in making your own indelible mark upon the world—a setting in the stone of eternity a pattern that captures the sound, sense, and sensibility, an imprint against the ravages of time time of who and what you are and what you aspire to leave behind.
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