Archive for the ‘Innocence’ Category

The Monster a Child Knows Best
January 16, 2010

Portrait of Jasmine--photo by T.R. Hummer

The monster a child knows best and is most concerned with [is] the monster he feels or fears himself to be.

—Bruno Bettelheim

the kingdom where nobody dies
January 3, 2010

Josephine Settoon, my grandmother, @1905

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay

And sallied from the gate
December 10, 2009

The good collie Buddy, 1957

Captain Carpenter got up on his roan
And sallied from the gate in hell’s despite
I heard him asking in the grimmest tone
If any enemy yet there was to fight?
—John Crowe Ransom

the presentiment of its end
December 7, 2009

1955

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.

—August Strindberg

the last romance
December 3, 2009

Julius Randolph Slocum, Louisiana, 1921

The romance of your child’s childhood may be the last romance you can give up.
— Adam Gopnik

a bonfire under her deck
November 28, 2009

The Princess, Memphis, TN, 1928

What sir, would you make a ship sail against the wind and currents by lighting a bonfire under her deck? I pray you excuse me. I have no time to listen to such nonsense.

—Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte

swing
November 28, 2009

Marion Kate Slocum, 1924

Marion Kate Slocum, 1924

You don`t swing where you sleep.

—Sammy Davis, Jr.

1938: The Moment of Change
November 28, 2009

 

The moment of change is the only poem.

—Adrienne Rich

The end of war
November 25, 2009

C.V. Hummer, Canute Field, Illinois, @1942

War would end if the dead could return.

—Stanley Baldwin

no use for psychology
November 25, 2009

Kate Davidson tintype @1875

Children have no use for psychology. They detest sociology. They still believe in God, the family, angels, devils, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other such obsolete stuff. When a book is boring, they yawn openly. They don’t expect their writer to redeem humanity, but leave to adults such childish illusions.    —Isaac Bashevis Singer