We have to do more than just Imagine, though, this year. We must work as hard as we can, in whatever ways we can, to hold onto our democracy. Let us imagine we can do that!
One of my all time favorites, Bill. Thanks for starting off my Sunday with it. I was so moved when the Carters had chosen it to be sung at First Lady Rosalyn Carter's funeral.
This is one song I use often here in the mountains of Kyushu, Japan, Bill.
An American, I teach English to some adults and many children -- beautiful kids, wonderful people, for whom John Lennon lives, opens the world to them, too.
I have trouble online, too, though, with others who have vulgarized literacy. Two of them, Fern McBride and Emily Elliott, recently took umbrage at my use of the term "our Heather."
Here's mine to one of them, with the other also getting similar reply, her name substituted as apt there:
If you have literacy, Fern, you'll see "our" does not denote only ownership.
Take "This land is your land, this land is my land," by Woody Guthrie. The pronouns, as the rest of the song amply shows, celebrate participation, engagement. Nothing at all of ownership.
Or, "This is my country, land that I love" -- again celebrates community, joining in, heartfelt delight in others.
Or, "My Country, Tis of Thee"? Again, any literacy in humanities recognizes the pronoun as expansive, democratically widening to others.
Literacy matters, Fern -- our humanities richly suggest solidarity as in equality, deference to wider community.
We need our enveloping, generous humanities, Fern, lest those ignorant of them narrow and pervert needed community, literacy.
Thank you, Bill. My heart melted too when I realized what was being offered. Imagine.
This is one of my favorite songs of all time.
We have to do more than just Imagine, though, this year. We must work as hard as we can, in whatever ways we can, to hold onto our democracy. Let us imagine we can do that!
Thank you for sharing this beautiful song Bill. It’s one of my all time favorites.
One of my all time favorites, Bill. Thanks for starting off my Sunday with it. I was so moved when the Carters had chosen it to be sung at First Lady Rosalyn Carter's funeral.
Anyone can, as Mim suggests, it is essential that we all show the will.
This is one song I use often here in the mountains of Kyushu, Japan, Bill.
An American, I teach English to some adults and many children -- beautiful kids, wonderful people, for whom John Lennon lives, opens the world to them, too.
I have trouble online, too, though, with others who have vulgarized literacy. Two of them, Fern McBride and Emily Elliott, recently took umbrage at my use of the term "our Heather."
Here's mine to one of them, with the other also getting similar reply, her name substituted as apt there:
If you have literacy, Fern, you'll see "our" does not denote only ownership.
Take "This land is your land, this land is my land," by Woody Guthrie. The pronouns, as the rest of the song amply shows, celebrate participation, engagement. Nothing at all of ownership.
Or, "This is my country, land that I love" -- again celebrates community, joining in, heartfelt delight in others.
Or, "My Country, Tis of Thee"? Again, any literacy in humanities recognizes the pronoun as expansive, democratically widening to others.
Literacy matters, Fern -- our humanities richly suggest solidarity as in equality, deference to wider community.
We need our enveloping, generous humanities, Fern, lest those ignorant of them narrow and pervert needed community, literacy.
Thank you Bill.
It is a beautiful song. I had the same experience hearing it again after a long time. Thank you for reminding us of it- that sky.