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Browsing Archive: January, 2012

By golly... Vygotsky!

Posted by Lindsay Jagodowski on Friday, January 20, 2012,
My hope for the early stages of my literary research was to find some peer reviewed, well established support for theater work with youth in the field of psychology. This evening's task was to read an article by Lev Vygotsky which was published in the Journal of Russian and East European Psychology in 2004. This article by the title 'Imagination and Creativity in Childhood' shared a great deal of theory on how creativity and imagination develop in children while linking this process to litera...
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Thesis Time!

Posted by Lindsay Jagodowski on Wednesday, January 11, 2012,

“Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end.
But it is perhaps, the end of the beginning.” - Winston Churchill

Two weeks from now I will embark on the journey that will bring me to the end of my career as a graduate student at Lesley University. It is an odd feeling to know that I will soon be constructing and testing my hypothesis about the application of theater as a medium for bullying prevention and intervention. I am excited and at the same time amazed that the t...


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 I Remember Galileo

I remember Galileo describing the mind 
as a piece of paper blown around by the wind, 
and I loved the sight of it sticking to a tree, 
or jumping into the backseat of a car,  
and for years I watched paper leap through my cities; 
but yesterday I saw the mind was a squirrel caught crossing 
Route 80 between the wheels of a giant truck, 
dancing back and forth like a thin leaf, 
or a frightened string, for only two seconds living 
on the white concrete before he got away, 
his life shortened by all that terror, his head 
jerking, his yellow teeth ground down to dust. 
 
It was the speed of the squirrel and his lowness to the ground, 
his great purpose and the alertness of his dancing, 
that showed me the difference between him and paper. 
Paper will do in theory, when there is time 
to sit back in a metal chair and study shadows; 
but for this life I need a squirrel, 
his clawed feet spread, his whole soul quivering, 
the loud noise shaking him from head to tail. 
  O philosophical mind, O mind of paper, I need a squirrel 
finishing his wild dash across the highway, 
rushing up his green ungoverned hillside.
~ Gerald Stern ~
 
The Way It Is
 
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change.  But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
 
~ William Stafford ~

 

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