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Cher at BookAdz.com
 Feb 8, 05 - 12:43 PM |
Bits & Bites
Please post anything here that pertains to writing. Little blurbs, quotations and tips are welcome!! CKT 
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Sheree Bartlett
Feb 8th, 2005 - 1:28 PM |
Re: Bits & Bites
I wrote this a few years ago for my local paper, as an editorial, and to my surprise, it sparked the biggest response in that small papers history. It started discussions in schools, and resulted in the local elementary school taking 15 minutes a day to having the students practice their lettering, in the guise of a spelling test. Perhaps, the pen is mighter than the double-edged mouth.....? What Happened to the Words? Many times I have heard the same lament from many people, especially parents. "Why don't schools teach penmanship anymore?" As a parent, I have often been frustrated, proofreading my children's homework, and trying to decipher thier scrawls on a paper. At one point, proofreading my 17-year-old son's essay for English, I warned him he may lose marks because of his writing. He snapped back, "It doesn't matter. The teachers don't mark for that." When he got his essay back, the comments from the teacher, on the bottom of the page, were, "He probably has it right, but had trouble reading the writing. Therefore, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, as he is an excellent student, and his grasp of the material is good." What did this teach my son? I feel it taught him to get by on his credos and reputation, and not to excel by the results of his work. I know that as a reasult of technology, students now have more to learn, in the same amount of time as yesteryears, namely, twelve years. That woud partially explain why schools felt they had to sacrifice some aspects of a child's curriculum. However, it may not explain all of it. I really miss the sight of beautiful handwriting; the individuality that contributed to the unique swirls and curls; the fine lines that defined a person's ideas and thoughts on paper with such artistic beauty. Sloppy handwriting, I feel, downplays the importance of that person's personality, and the impact of the words it may convey to future readers. My mind goes back to some Victorian letters written to relatives and lovers, and the beautiful writing that conveyed feelings with thier elaborate and very practiced, almost calligraphic quality. Perhaps it behooves parents to take over the role of "penmanship teacher". We may not understand the new math, and the science and technology may be way beyond our comprehension, but we "old-fashioned" people still recognize the importance of words; the beauty and flow of well-formed lettering that can spark imagination and discussion, and perhaps, enlightenment. Sheree Bartlett copyright 2004, 2005 |
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Sheree Bartlett
Feb 8th, 2005 - 1:52 PM |
Re: Bits & Bites
Ah, what the heck....this is fun, so here's another, more lighthearted fare!  Shinney! Go to the land of hockey's birth Where true players are not highly paid To play the greatest game on earth Shinney! To don skates, and leave boots laid. There is no penalties for fighting There is no fighting at all. There is fellowship bred from love of the game Using puck, rock, or a ball. Old play with young and boys with girls No periods, no rules, just the net! Skates are optional, backpacks serve as goals It's as pure as it can get! It should always be free to play the game; Do you pay to go to church? Hockey is the game of the Gods above The Gods of ice, snow, not be besmurched. Come November the warmth is scorned, The cold snap will come; the game is born. Anyone with skates growls at the sun the warmth is what they scorn. Sheree Bartlett©2005 |
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elizabeth rose
Jul 20th, 2006 - 6:44 AM |
Re: Bits & Bites
just a poem i wrote . . . Gypsy eyes Furnaces, Scorching intimate dreams, Beliefs emblazoned in fog filled scenes Where ghosts appear In distant nights Of sweat, anger, tears, and erotic plights Tentative passions Spark truths that burn Slice, and brand Through desolate year(n)s Confusions heat Evaporate yet Hang heavy, still Charred passions Seek A shelter new Distance takes light steps Askew From tortured paths inscribed in chains Imprisoning In self blame Torches ablaze As cinders ignite With cautious trust In forgotten sights Omens suggest the future, hosts, As, in the reflection of truth, A rose unfolds Gentle candlelight Mirrors and flickers As Petals soften The pained dance of years Moonlight seizes a quieting embrace As four feet forge through the smoldering way. . . The story so f |
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