"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


[Note - If any article requires updating or correction please notate this in the comment section. Thank you. - res]


Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The Essential J.R.R. Tolkien Readings




The Quenta Silmarillion (English: Tale of the Silmarils) is an epic legendarium
of the Elder Days, preserved by the Faithful of Middle-Earth. It consists of twenty-four
chapters, telling the history of Arda from the beginning of days to the voyage of
Eärendil and the War of Wrath. Authorship is uncertain, though it is often falsely
attributed to the loremaster Pengoloð of Gondolin.[1]

silmarillion #303649 - uludağ sözlük galeri

J.R.R. Tolkien Minimalist Bibliography
http://gregorywalter.blogspot.com/2014/02/jrr-tolkien-minimalist-bibliography.html

Dr. Gregory Walter
February 7, 2014

This is my shortlist and an essential guide to the writings of J. R. R. Tolkien. I've decided to create this list because the various editions of Tolkien's work can be quite confusing, especially given the range of publications and even copyright scandals that Tolkien's work has experienced in the United States. There are a few works that at the moment only can be found in the UK but because they represent variations of Tolkien's books that cannot otherwise be found, I recommend them here. Also, I don't include links to booksellers because the information there can also get muddled.

The Essentials

1. The Lord of the Rings. 50th anniversary edition. 2005. paper. ISBN 978-0618640157

This is the edition to get. Forget picking up mass market paperback editions. Instead, you should find your way to this, the most accurate and essential edition of LOTR. Edited by W. Hammond and C. Scull, this edition finally corrects the text of tremendous error, provides corrected maps, and includes a full index. The introduction by D. Anderson tells the sorry history of the publication of the LOTR in the US. This version sets everything right. There are two higher grade bindings of this edition: I prefer the "deluxe edition" (ISBN 978-0544273443) which is better bound than the paper and more easily handled than the most expensive hardbound with slipcase (ISBN 978-0618517657)

2. The Hobbit. Cover by Peter Sis. 2001. Hardbound. ISBN 978-0618150823

There are other versions of the Hobbit available but this is the most readable and the most accessible to you and to younger Hobbits you may know. The 1973 hardbound with slipcase edition (ISBN 9780395177112) includes all of Tolkien's illustrations as well as the realization of his ideas for the cover illustrations. Interested readers of all of Tolkien's illustrations can find them collected in the excellent book The Art of the Hobbit, eds. W. Hammond and C. Skull (ISBN 978-0547928258).

3. The Silmarillion. Ed. Christopher Tolkien. 2nd. ed. Hardbound. ISBN 9780618135042

This is the book that Tolkien wanted to publish but never got to. Hobbits got in the way. Tolkien's unfinished writings on, in, and about Middle Earth exceed but include this fantastic book called the Silmarillion. This volume, edited by Tolkien's son Christopher Tolkien, includes the creation of Middle Earth (the amazing Ainulindale) and the downfall of the human civilization known as Numenor.

4. On Fairy Stories.

While planning a sequel to The Hobbit, Tolkien was invited to give a lecture about fairy stories. This essay was the result. It represents a significant reflection on aesthetics, ethics, and theology. It is essential to Tolkien. I love this essay so much it almost eclipses my love of the other writings!

The problem is that the best edition of this is unavailable in the US. Tree and Leaf (ISBN 9780007105045) contains the essay as well as the parallel poem on faerie "Mythopoeia." Older editions of this book can be found used but they are scarce. The cheapest way to get the essay is in the mass market paperback The Tolkien Reader (ISBN 9780345345066). You may find a better version of it included in the collection Tales from the Perilous Realm, 2008 (ISBN 9780547154114).

The Needful

5. History of Middle Earth (12 vols) and Unfinished Tales. Various editions.

You should only start reading these things until after you have read the appendices to LOTR and the entire Silmarillion. The History of Middle Earth and Unfinished Tales are collections of various manuscripts and writings of Tolkien some of which Christopher Tolkien edited to create the Silmarillion. This is hard to wade through but worth every effort.

6. Artist & Illustrator, eds. W. Hammond and C. Skull. 2000. Paper. ISBN 978-0618083619.

A fine collection of Tolkien's art that either land the ground for his writing or was intended to accompany it. Essential to pondering the interaction of his text and visual art.

7. The Letters of J. R. R. Tolkien, ed. H. Carpenter. 2001. Paper. ISBN 9780618056996

Reflections on the Hobbits, their economy of birthdays, among discussions of evil, the relationships of characters, theological speculation, and ordinary human laments make these letters indispensable for any reader of Tolkien.

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Map of Middle-Earth by J.R.R. Tolkien
Eru Ilúvatar
Composite Map of Arda throughout the Ages


Side Projects - from Binding Obsession
http://bindingobsession.com/misc/
Tolkien graphics

The works of J.R.R. Tolkien are some of my favorites, but they can be a little difficult to get through at times. Inspired by my own forgetfulness and confusion, these visual aids are intended as basic references of names and terms appearing in Tolkien’s works, including (but not limited to) The Silmarillion and The Lord of the Rings. Creating these has been a useful exercise for me, and I hope they will prove helpful to others, as well. Comments and corrections (preferably with citations of sources) are most welcome; these graphics have been researched, but only with materials I have on hand.

The Silmarillion: Overview

This graphic looks at some of the major players in Tolkien’s Silmarillion and attempts to organize them in such a way that makes their relationship to each other clear. The mythic beings are at the top, and Middle Earth’s inhabitants below.

http://bindingobsession.com/misc/

The Half-Elven Line

There are plenty of Lord of the Rings family trees, but I haven’t seen one for the Half-elven line that made it readily apparent which individuals are Elves, which are Half-elves, and which are men. That’s exactly what I’ve attempted to accomplish here. Note that this is not a complete family tree; only Half-elves and their direct ancestors are included.


http://bindingobsession.com/misc/


"Yavanna" - ladyelleth.deviantart.com

Yavanna [jaˈvanna] is Queen of the Earth and Giver of Fruits, spouse of Aulë, also called Kementári [kemenˈtaːri]. She created the Two Trees, and is responsible for the kelvar (animals) and olvar (plants). It was she who requested the creation of the Ents, as she feared for the safety of the trees once her husband had created the Dwarves. The Two Lamps are created by Aulë at Yavanna's request, and their light germinates the seeds that she had planted. Following the destruction of the Two Lamps by Melkor and the withdrawal of the Valar to Aman, Yavanna sang into being the Two Trees of Valinor.


"The Kindler" - ladyelleth.deviantart.com



The History of MiddleEarth - 






Archive:
365 Days of Middle-earth



365 Days of Middle-earth
Day 45: The Two Trees of Valinor
and the Line of the White Trees


The Two Trees, White Telperion and Laurelin the Golden, were one of the greatest creations of the Valar. Also called the Two Trees of the Valar, the Trees of Valinor, the Trees of Silver and Gold, and the White Tree and Golden Tree.

Telperion

Q. ‘Silver–’ - Telperion (also called White Telperion, the White Tree, Ninquelótë, Silpion and other names, and Eldest of Trees) was the elder of the two trees, with leaves dark green above, and bright silver below, and a dew of light dripping from them. The stars of Varda were made from the dews of Telperion, and the Moon from his last silver flower. Galathilion and the line of the White Trees were images of Telperion, as was Turgon’s Belthil. It has been said that at the End, Telperion will reappear. 

Laurelin

Q. ‘Gold-song’ - Laurelin (also called Culúrien, Malinalda, the Golden Tree, the Tree of Gold, and other names) was the younger of the Two Trees, with bright green leaves edged with gold, golden-yellow horn-shaped flowers, and her dew a golden rain.

History of the Trees

The Two Trees were created Yavanna’s song of power and the tears of Nienna, and were born when Valinor was fully established, growing on Ezellohar, outside the western gates of Valmar. Their light reached far, illuminating Valinor, Eldamar, and Tol Eressëa. Varda collected their dews in great vats known as the Wells of Varda.

They inspired reverence and wonder in the Eldar, as the Silmarils of Fëanor, greatest creation of the Children of Ilúvatar, captured the light of the trees. Melkor coveted this light, and with the help of Ungoliant, he poisoned the trees, drained the Wells, and stole the Silmarils. While Yavanna and Nienna could not heal the trees, their last fruit and flower were taken by the Valar and fashioned into the Moon and Sun.

Galathilion and the line of the White Trees

S. ‘Tree-moon white’ - Galathilion (also called the White Tree, the Tree of Silver, the Tree of the High Elves, the Tree of Túna, and the Tree of Tirion) was the White Tree of the Eldar, made by Yavanna in the image of Telperion, though it did not shine. It produced many seedlings, one of them being Celeborn, which grew in Tol Eressëa and produced the seedlings of Nimloth.

Nimloth

S. ‘White blossom’ - Nimloth (also called Nimloth the Fair) was the White Tree of Númenor, given to Elros by the Eldar of Tol Eressëa. It grew in the King’s Court, but following the reign of Ar-Gimilzôr, the tree was unattended to and began to decline, until it was cut down by Ar-Pharazôn (at Sauron’s request) and burned on the altar of his Temple. Isildur, however, had stolen a single fruit of Nimloth, which bore the White Tree of Gondor, thus preserving the line of the White Trees.

First White Tree of Gondor

This tree, borne from a single fruit of Nimloth, which Isildur had recovered before the White Tree was destroyed, was planted in Minas Ithil before the house of Isildur. When Sauron returned to Middle-earth, he launched an attack on Minas Ithil, and destroyed the White Tree.

Second White Tree

When Isildur escaped the capture of Minas Ithil, he took with him a sapling of the White Tree, and planted it in the citadel courtyard of Minas Arnor, in memory of his slain brother Anárion. This tree died in 1636 during the Great Plague.

Third White Tree

King Tarondor planted another sapling in TA 1640. This tree lasted until the year 2872. By then, no seedling of the tree could be found, as it had rarely flowered after the line of the Kings had failed. So it was left standing until the return of the King.

Fourth White Tree

After Aragorn became King, he discovered a sapling of the White Tree on the slopes of Mindolluin, which he planted in the Court of the Fountain. The dead tree was placed in the Tombs of the King, and by June of TA 3019, the new sapling was already in blossom.

References

Fisher, M. (2008). Two Trees of Valinor. In Encyclopedia of Arda. Retrieved from http://www.glyphweb.com/arda/t/twotrees.html
Foster, R. (2001). In The complete guide to middle-earth: from the hobbit through the lord of the rings and beyond. New York: Del Rey.



Friday, February 14, 2014

Robert Browning - A Lover's Quarrel



A Lovers' Quarrel
I.

Oh, what a dawn of day!
How the March sun feels like May!
All is blue again
After last night's rain,
And the South dries the hawthorn-spray.
Only, my Love's away!
I'd as lief that the blue were grey,

II.

Runnels, which rillets swell,
Must be dancing down the dell,
With a foaming head
On the beryl bed
Paven smooth as a hermit's cell;
Each with a tale to tell,
Could my Love but attend as well.

III.

Dearest, three months ago!
When we lived blocked-up with snow,---
When the wind would edge
In and in his wedge,
In, as far as the point could go---
Not to our ingle, though,
Where we loved each the other so!

IV.

Laughs with so little cause!
We devised games out of straws.
We would try and trace
One another's face
In the ash, as an artist draws;
Free on each other's flaws,
How we chattered like two church daws!

V.

What's in the `Times''?---a scold
At the Emperor deep and cold;
He has taken a bride
To his gruesome side,
That's as fair as himself is bold:
There they sit ermine-stoled,
And she powders her hair with gold.

VI.

Fancy the Pampas' sheen!
Miles and miles of gold and green
Where the sunflowers blow
In a solid glow,
And---to break now and then the screen---
Black neck and eyeballs keen,
Up a wild horse leaps between!

VII.

Try, will our table turn?
Lay your hands there light, and yearn
Till the yearning slips
Thro' the finger-tips
In a fire which a few discern,
And a very few feel burn,
And the rest, they may live and learn!

VIII.

Then we would up and pace,
For a change, about the place,
Each with arm o'er neck:
'Tis our quarter-deck,
We are seamen in woeful case.
Help in the ocean-space!
Or, if no help, we'll embrace.

IX.

See, how she looks now, dressed
In a sledging-cap and vest!
'Tis a huge fur cloak---
Like a reindeer's yoke
Falls the lappet along the breast:
Sleeves for her arms to rest,
Or to hang, as my Love likes best.

X.

Teach me to flirt a fan
As the Spanish ladies can,
Or I tint your lip
With a burnt stick's tip
And you turn into such a man!
Just the two spots that span
Half the bill of the young male swan.

XI.

Dearest, three months ago
When the mesmerizer Snow
With his hand's first sweep
Put the earth to sleep:
'Twas a time when the heart could show
All---how was earth to know,
'Neath the mute hand's to-and-fro?

XII.

Dearest, three months ago
When we loved each other so,
Lived and loved the same
Till an evening came
When a shaft from the devil's bow
Pierced to our ingle-glow,
And the friends were friend and foe!

XIII.

Not from the heart beneath---
'Twas a bubble born of breath,
Neither sneer nor vaunt,
Nor reproach nor taunt.
See a word, how it severeth!
Oh, power of life and death
In the tongue, as the Preacher saith!

XIV.

Woman, and will you cast
For a word, quite off at last
Me, your own, your You,---
Since, as truth is true,
I was You all the happy past---
Me do you leave aghast
With the memories We amassed?

XV.

Love, if you knew the light
That your soul casts in my sight,
How I look to you
For the pure and true
And the beauteous and the right,---
Bear with a moment's spite
When a mere mote threats the white!

XVI.

What of a hasty word?
Is the fleshly heart not stirred
By a worm's pin-prick
Where its roots are quick?
See the eye, by a fly's foot blurred---
Ear, when a straw is heard
Scratch the brain's coat of curd!

XVII.

Foul be the world or fair
More or less, how can I care?
'Tis the world the same
For my praise or blame,
And endurance is easy there.
Wrong in the one thing rare---
Oh, it is hard to bear!

XVIII.

Here's the spring back or close,
When the almond-blossom blows:
We shall have the word
In a minor third
There is none but the cuckoo knows:
Heaps of the guelder-rose!
I must bear with it, I suppose.

XIX.

Could but November come,
Were the noisy birds struck dumb
At the warning slash
Of his driver's-lash---
I would laugh like the valiant Thumb
Facing the castle glum
And the giant's fee-faw-fum!

XX.

Then, were the world well stripped
Of the gear wherein equipped
We can stand apart,
Heart dispense with heart
In the sun, with the flowers unnipped,---
Oh, the world's hangings ripped,
We were both in a bare-walled crypt!

XXI.

Each in the crypt would cry
``But one freezes here! and why?
``When a heart, as chill,
``At my own would thrill
``Back to life, and its fires out-fly?
``Heart, shall we live or die?
``The rest. . . . settle by-and-by!''

XXII.

So, she'd efface the score,
And forgive me as before.
It is twelve o'clock:
I shall hear her knock
In the worst of a storm's uproar,
I shall pull her through the door,
I shall have her for evermore!
- Robert Browning, 1812-1889
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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

R.E. Slater - Pockets Full of Sunshine (a poem)



Pockets Full of Sunshine
by R.E. Slater


Pockets full of sunshine,
Bursting all around,
Jeckel, Heckle,
We all fall down!

Hear the little fat bird,
Singing on the fence,
Chirping his dailies,
Plimp, plump, plamp!

Gaily we prance about,
Cheerily we sing,
Nothing and nonsense,
Every day and spring.

Hail him, flail her,
See how they run!
Following after,
The bright orbed sun!

Dimples and lashes,
Eyes full of rain,
Falling, falling,
Let laughter come.

Tra la, dee la, tra la, dee la,
Tra dum, tra dum, tra dum!
Hum red roses and daisies
Filling glad hearts with tunes.

Every day’s a new day,
Yesterday is past –
How do we catch the sun,
Holding firm and fast?

Rhymes and riddles,
Feiddle, Fidle, Fum,
Sticks and thimbles,
Seiddle, Sidle, Sum.

Rolling down the grassy hills,
Lying in the sun,
Listening to a summer’s day,
Humming golden tunes.

Shouting, seeking,
Beating all about,
Running, jumping,
School bell’s rung!

Quick! Let us run away,
Upon the dappled paths!
Hiding and seeking,
Within its willow’d stays!1

Shouting, Singing,
All about the yards,
Crying, Calling,
All is well!

Hark! Bursts a yellow lark,
In breathless beat upon its wings!
Warbling o'er the bluing skies,
Flushed its grainy fields!

Displacing all somber thoughts,
Fled upon their pleasures,
Startling any wayward steps,
Lost upon their treasures.

Away we go across the fields,
Across the burning lanes,
Through the dales and o’er the hills,
Nothing lasts forever....

Till chanced upon a simple shrike,
To hear cajoling laughter –
Fly away, fly away,
Let all be done at last!

Once pondering steps,
Brimming wondering hopes,
Are dashed fair dreams' elixirs,
All mobling2 streams' lost wander.

And nowhere lies the mocking jay,
All pleasant voices muted,
Nor gladden feet to daily strike,
Once sunny days and fields.

Dashes, Dashes,
Even stroke3 has come!
Curses, Curses,
Home we must run!


- R.E. Slater

January 28-29, 2014

1draped willow branches brushing the earth
2shrouded, like a monk’s cloaked head
3gathering evening dusk

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