I ended my last post with this sentence: “I will next take up the question of how three Western writers — Pound, Eliot and Frost — brought in a new poetry for the new century.” I’m not quite ready to do that. Those who have read this blog patiently, hoping for new insights every time, may be disappointed — or may be elated. You may view this post, not as a recapitulation, but as a capitulation to the necessity of cleaning up a house where contractors have been reconstructing our kitchen whilst we traipsed out-of-reach through British Columbia (because our phones don’t work in Canada), and lolled in a small cabin on Gabriola Island in the Salish Sea, me reading Leonard Arrington and the writing of Mormon History[i], followed by Malcolm Lowry’s last novel, October ferry to Gabriola[ii], which I had brought along knowing we would be staying on Gabriola, and which provides a remarkable portrait of his home in Dollarton, north of Vancouver, in chapter 11, “Eridanus” — and Valerie desperate for new reading matter because none of my books interested her, until she started reading Leonard Arrington, etc.
But I wanted to note something some of you may have not noted: Continue Reading →
Seems he had come to visit the Primary one day to tell about his experiences in Primary, where the teachers had taken the children out to a creek, sang “Who’s on the Lord’s Side, Who?” then helped the children jump the creek to the Lord’s side. The activity had impressed him enough that he had remembered it for about 90 years, but his teachers were not the first to create an activity they hoped would help children establish their commitment to the kingdom of God.