The Hammock Papers: Changed.

21 July 2011

Changed.

Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled, "This could change your life."

- Helen Exley

Christmas, 1971.

Grandma and Grandpa Chenoweth gave me an important gift. I opened the book and was immediately mesmorized my the watercolor images that hinted at the adventure I was about to take.

Potowatomi Indian Summer made me a reader. I was seven and reading's inferno had yet to be ignited inside of me. But as I began reading the first pages, I was wandering the dunes of southwest Michigan with that group of kids. I remember sitting under the Christmas tree, the book magically lit by the lights on the tree. Through the words Oldenburg's words, I could smell the trees and feel the cool of their shadows. I walked with those kids on the same pine-needled paths they walked. It gave me goosebumps ... it gives me goosebumps now> I was there with them. My imagination was ignited by that book.

It changed my life.

What book did it for you? What book began your reading life?

Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa Chenoweth.

1 comment:

Kurt Harden said...: "The House with a Clock In It's Walls" by John Bellairs. Never looked back after that great story. Later, I discovered his other books with my children.; July 22, 2011 at 8:32 AM

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WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL