Thursday, November 24, 2011

The non-moving point of origin


I've been thinking a lot about permaculture as a model for education reform. During a search for others discussing the topic, I came across this wonderful excerpt from Masanobu Fukuoka's One-Straw Revolution (thanks to Manderson's Bubble, bubbler.wordpress.com/2007/06/11/knowing-nothing-as-the-center):

"The path I have followed, this natural way of farming, which strikes most people as strange, was first interpreted as a reaction against the advance and reckless development of science. But all I have been doing, farming out here in the country, is trying to show that humanity knows nothing. Because the world is moving with such furious energy in the opposite direction, it may appear that I have fallen behind the times, but I firmly believe that the path I have been following is the most sensible one. . . .

"In general, people are only concerned with whether this kind of farming is an advance into the future or a revival of times past. Few are able to grasp correctly that natural farming arises from the unmoving and unchanging center of agricultural development.

"To the extent that people separate themselves from nature, they spin out further and further from the center. At the same time, the centripetal effect asserts itself and the desire to return to nature arises. But if people merely become caught up in reacting, moving to the left or to the right, depending on conditions, the result is only more activity. The non-moving point of origin, which lies outside the realm of relativity, is passed over, unnoticed. I believe that even 'returning-to-nature' and anti-pollution activities, no matter how commendable, are not moving toward a genuine solution if they are carried out solely in reaction to the overdevelopment of the present age.

"Nature does not change, although the way of viewing nature invariably changes from age to age. No matter the age, natural farming exists forever as the wellspring of agriculture."

Sunday, September 4, 2011

My heart beats and so does yours


Harriet helped me write this poem a few months ago. Chuck and Florence are neighbors, Irene is Harriet's little sister, and Buck is a family friend. China is the word Harriet uses when she's talking about a faraway place.

My heart beats and so does yours
While we sweep and mop our floors
While we ride on escalators
While we order drinks from waiters
Our hearts beat and so does Chuck’s
Florence’s, Irene’s, and Buck’s
Everyone inside this room
Everyone in China, too
Hearts beat worldwide all day long
Drumming out a steady song
But though our ears are always near it
We’re so noisy we can’t hear it

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

A few favorites from my school-related quotes collection . . .



“Knowledge which is acquired under compulsion obtains no hold on the mind.”—Plato

“It is, in fact, nothing short of a miracle that the modern methods of instruction have not yet entirely strangled the holy curiosity of inquiry; for this delicate little plant, aside from stimulation, stands mainly in need of freedom; without this it goes to wreck and ruin. It is a very grave mistake to think that the enjoyment of seeing and searching can be promoted by means of coercion and a sense of duty. ”—Albert Einstein

“Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”—Leonardo da Vinci

“I am beginning to suspect all elaborate and special systems of education. They seem to me to be built upon the supposition that every child is a kind of idiot who must be taught to think. Whereas if the child is left to himself, he will think more and better, if less ‘showily.’ Let him come and go freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself. . . Teaching fills the mind with artificial associations that must be got rid of before the child can develop independent ideas out of actual experiences.”—Anne Sullivan

“The whole educational and professional training system is a very elaborate filter, which just weeds out people who are too independent, and who think for themselves, and who don’t know how to be submissive, and so on—because they’re dysfunctional to the institutions.”—Noam Chomsky

“The aim of public education is not to spread enlightenment at all; it is simply to reduce as many individuals as possible to the same safe level, to breed a standard citizenry, to put down dissent and originality.” —H. L. Mencken

“School is the advertising agency which makes you believe that you need the society as it is.”—Ivan Illich

“School prepares for the alienating institutionalization of life by teaching the need to be taught.”—Ivan Illich

“My grandmother wanted me to get a good education, so she kept me as far away from schools as possible.”—Margaret Mead

“I suppose it is because nearly all children go to school nowadays, and have things arranged for them, that they seem so forlornly unable to produce their own ideas.” —Agatha Christie

“Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.”—Beatrix Potter

“I hate, loathe and despise schools. . . School is bad for you if you have any talent. You should be cultivating that talent in your own particular way.”—Maurice Sendak

“Each day was a severe test for me, sitting in a dreadful classroom while the sun and fog played outside. Most of the information received meant absolutely nothing to me. For example, I was chastised for not being able to remember what states border Nebraska and what are the states of the Gulf Coast. It was simply a matter of memorizing the names, nothing about the process of memorizing or any reason to memorize. Education without either meaning or excitement is impossible. I longed for the outdoors, leaving only a small part of my conscious self to pay attention to schoolwork. . . One day as I sat fidgeting in class the whole situation suddenly appeared very ridiculous to me. I burst into raucous peals of uncontrolled laughter, I could not stop. The class was first amused, then scared. I stood up, pointed at the teacher, and shrieked my scorn, hardly taking breath in between my howling paroxysms.”—Ansel Adams (who dropped out of school at age twelve and began taking photographs)

“My schooling not only failed to teach me what it professed to be teaching, but prevented me from being educated to an extent which infuriates me when I think of all I might have learned at home by myself.”—George Bernard Shaw

“We are shut up in schools and college recitation rooms for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bellyful of words and do not know a thing.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson

“I was undisciplined by birth, never would I bend, even in my tender youth, to a rule. It was at home I learned the little I know. Schools always appeared to me like a prison, and never could I make up my mind to stay there, not even for four hours a day, when the sunshine was inviting, the sea smooth, and when it was joy to run about the cliffs in the free air, or to paddle in the water.”—Claude Monet

“Oh, yes, I went to the white man’s schools. I learned to read from schoolbooks, newspapers, and the Bible. But in time I found that these were not enough. Civilized people depend too much on man-made pages. I turn to the Great Spirit’s book which is the whole of his creation. You can read a big part of that book if you study nature. You know, if you take all your books, lay them out under the sun, and let the snow and rain and insects work on them for a while, there will be nothing left. But the Great Spirit has provided you and me with an opportunity for study in nature’s university—the forest, the rivers, the mountains, and the animals, which include us.”—Tatanga Mani (White Buffalo)

“What does education often do? It makes a straight-cut ditch out of a free, meandering brook.”—Henry David Thoreau

A straight path never leads anywhere except to the objective.”—Andre Gide

“Teacheria is contagious, but washing hands and vitamin C don’t help. Both my parents had the disease. I believe it is easily transmitted by modeling. ‘Let me tell you how it works,’ my father used to say and I had to listen quietly for his full explanation. Although I have Teacheria, I do not teach my children; I am clear that my drive to teach has nothing to do with their needs or preferences. Why should I interrupt their magical tour of this planet with my chatter?”—Naomi Aldort

“An educator never says what he himself thinks, but only that which he thinks it is good for those whom he is educating to hear.”—Nietzsche

“Most people, most of the time, learn most of what they know about science and technology outside of school.”—National Science Foundation

“Self-education is, I firmly believe, the only kind of education there is.”—Isaac Asimov

“Education consists mainly in what we have unlearned.”—Mark Twain

“Education is hanging around until you’ve caught on.”—Robert Frost 

“Drop out of school before your mind rots from exposure to our mediocre educational system. Forget about the Senior Prom and go to the library and educate yourself if you’ve got any guts.”—Frank Zappa

“Im grateful to intelligent people. That doesnt mean educated. That doesnt mean intellectual. I mean really intelligent. What black old people used to call 'mother wit' means intelligence that you had in your mothers womb. Thats what you rely on. You know whats right to do.”—Maya Angelou

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Worms dreaming

More than a year ago Harriet and I developed a story-song that I've been singing to her at bedtime ever since. It's called "Jackie's garden." The bulk of it is improvised and describes two dreams she'll have that night: in one dream she's an animal, in the other a plant. It's a good chance to think about what it might feel like to be a slug, potato, squirrel, nettle, or whatever—to be tiny, or furry, to hunt, to be dormant, to be eaten. When I first sang her a worm dream, she liked it so much that she asked to be a worm each night for a couple of weeks. Then she spent time during the day pretending to be a worm, and later wanted to be a worm for Halloween.


Worm and bee, Halloween 2010

In the spirit of Jackie's garden, and in honor of my two little daughters, I dedicate this blog to all the worms quietly moving and dreaming beneath our feet.