Today I came across this beautiful painting of my Confirmation Saint, Saint Cecilia. It's gorgeous and I can't believe I have never seen it, so I felt like sharing it so that others didn't have to suffer from the same ignorance ;) Saint Cecilia has always appealed to me because she is the patron saint of music; and as the story goes, she was married against her will to a young Roman, but with the help of God she was able to convince her husband to respect her vow of chastity and he converted to Catholicism. I've always felt like her story illustrated the power of women to do good, through the power of God of course, in the lives of men.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
All things rising, all things sizing
Mary sees, sympathising
With that world of good,
Their magnifying of each its kind
With delight calls to mind
How she did in her stored
Magnify the Lord.
(Stanza 7 & 8 of May Magnificat by Gerard Manley)
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Over the past few days, I have been thinking about description in literature. When does it add to the ambiance and when does it take away from the story? Two years or so ago I picked up Giant by Edna Ferber and was immediately put off by the extensive description of Texas' scenery. By the time the plot began, the only remaining feeling was frustration and I simply couldn't engage in the story. After about 50 pages, I put the story down and to this day I feel annoyed when I think of that book. I had similar feelings when reading Death Comes to the Archbishop by Willa Cather. At the same time, I love Cather's descriptions of the fields of Nebraska found in My Antonia.
"There were no clouds, the sun was going down in a limpid, gold-washed sky. Just as the lower edge of the red disc rested on the high fields against the horizon, a great black figure suddenly appeared on the face of the sun."
I like description when it serves a definite point; when it reveals deeper understanding of the feelings of the hero. When it doesn't further the plot, it should probably be cut to a minimum. I can't be the only person who is really enjoying Ivanhoe, but at the same time wants to hit the editor over the head for allowing so many superfluous descriptions of clothing, jewels, and buildings to go to press. It gets slightly ridiculous at times.
So I'd have to say that I tend to be more annoyed by obvious paragraphs of descriptions than to enjoy them. How do you feel about description; do you skim them or soak in the poetic descriptions of mundane things?
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Yes, I did just write a very flowery title for this short and probably boring post. No, I shan't apologize. I see that it has been two years since I last posted on this blog. In that time, I have had a tumblr, which I still use, but isn't terribly conducive to long meandering text posts and posts about knitting. So, in theory, I am back to blogger for a while. However, I'm writing this post when I am on the verge of beginning my senior year of high school, which includes eight credits at NNU. Busy is going to be my middle name in the coming months. Hopefully, I will get something meaningful on the page and my canon rebel can be used to take pictures of my knitting and my baking. I plan to blog about current issues, ethics, books, knitting, life, and various other things. So if that sounds even remotely interesting, then click the follow button; it doesn't cost anything and it will make me feel semi-important, so what is there to lose?
Oh, and to answer your question: my blog title is from "Ode to the West Wind" by Percy Shelley.
P.S. How do I double space my posts on here? That always seems to be the bane of my existence when it comes to blogging platforms....