Yes! Beginnings are found at the end. Thank you for sharing these journey lessons and poetry in another language… what a challenging art!
From inner home to softest breast
It is not far to go
The faithful arms that never fail
Are finest bed I know
Rocking as a lifting sea
Bouncing brook and streams
Soothing, singing, simple sway
Dances me to dreams
Swaddling with gifted hands
I’m wrapped within a shroud
Clean and white, garments tight
Blanket fresh as cloud
All is warm,…[Read more]
I have just completed two poems written in response to the first and third of these creative prompts. The first is a response to the third prompt, and seeks to encompass some of Anodos’ musings in chapter 25 on applying what he has learned from his journey.
Regarding the second (written in response to the first prompt, the epigraph to ch. 25…[Read more]
I’m also appreciative of how MacDonald’s imagination provokes ours to greater heights when we consider what our life will be like when we’ve crossed over the threshold of death. In a physical sense, Anodos is a part of the life of the earth, both contributing to it and benefiting from it. This mirrors what @fidei mentioned in calling out the…[Read more]
Great contrast between the wooden men and the knight! I had not abstracted the wooden men in this way, but I think this is a great insight.
I’d be curious to hear more of your thoughts on your comment below. The story of the Elder Planet is one that I don’t think I’ve fully mined, and I’d be curious to see what connections you saw…[Read more]
I’m reminded here of something Anodos said very early on in his journey in Fairy Land, in chapter four:
It is no use trying to account for things in Fairy Land; and one who travels there soon learns to forget the very idea of doing so, and takes everything as it comes; like a child, who, being in a chronic condition of wonder, is surprised at…
Thank you, Lorna!
I was just reminded that Aslan plays a game of tag on the hilltop with Lucy and Susan. And St. John plays a similar game in the churchyard with the ghost child. Both MacDonald and Lewis saw Play as part of the Divine heart.
…“Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heav…[Read more]
Great reflections here @hunsberger-jecs! The fierce knight, truly an embodiment of his shadow, is too much for Anodos to resist despite his recent accomplishments. And so his willing concession to him gives us a profound image of self-imprisonment, made more potent by door that has always been unlocked. How much time did he – do we – throw away in…[Read more]
Thanks very much Daron! I appreciate you reading.
I’m also much more vaguely the wise woman and cottage from, well, The Wise Woman. I believe that was the first of MacDonald’s works I read, and I recall being a little confused by some of the imagery. I’m sure a reread now would shine a different light on the story!
Nice work,Tyler! Keep trusting the thread :-).
I like how you process these things in verse.
(The woman and her cottage does show up in several stories. Her doors seem to open between many of GMD’s works.)
I’ve not read too deep into MacDonald’s corpus yet, but recently read through the Princess stories for the first time. It was intriguing to part ways with Irene and her great-big-grandmother to then rediscover the eerily similar wise woman in Phantastes. The sonnet below explores the connection between these two characters.
Now spite the…[Read more]
I also very much like the way the image and the quote is merged here. I may have missed you answering this question in another topic in this forum, but do you take all these pictures yourself @lightthoughts? I appreciate seeing these arrangements you’ve made!
Thanks, Michael. This makes me homesick.
I think you’re onto something with the timing of the poems. “After” seems to matter.
I was recently reminded of the Lyrical Ballads (Wordsworth/Coleridge) where the introduction says:
“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility”
The “recollection” after the powerful feel…[Read more]
It is indeed!
When I would read stories like this in my teens and twenties, I would always skip the songs. I kind of assumed authors were just padding their stories like I would pad my school essays to hit a specific word count; or at the least, they were decorations, and not essential to plot.
But, now, like when reading the Gospel of John, we can trust J…[Read more]
Yes! After looking at earlier printings of the mark, I see more lamp or incense bowl now too. The print is so much thicker and shifted in my copy – it reads completely differently there (hope this note finds anyone considering future printings 🙂
Certainly, I see a form rising. Flame, Wisdom (maybe Lady Wisdom in your read), spirit rising…[Read more]
Thanks! I was wrong about the amount of times the brothers cry. They actually cry three times. I guess the washing of tears took longer than I had previously noticed. Isn’t that just the way.
Better to sit at the waters’ birth
Than a sea of waves to win;
To live in the love that floweth forth,
Than the love that cometh in.
Be thy heart a well of love, my child,
Flowing, and free, and sure;
For a cistern of love, though undefiled,
Keeps not the spirit pure.
Reflecting on this, it’s interesting to me that the songs in the wise…[Read more]
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