Friday, August 27, 2010

Four Degrees of Inspiration--Most of Them Tolkien's

This post was inspired by K.M. Weiland's post 15 Degrees of Inspiration
Well, I have a much shorter work where I can trace the history, so I'll stick with only four.
1. Roverandom by J.R.R. Tolkien is a delightful children's tale of a toy dog who journeys to the moon and the sea.
2. The rhyme "Why the man in the moon came down too soon," also by Tolkien; from The Adventures of Tom Bombadil or The Tolkien Reader
3. A friend's comment:
The moon is a good hermit-hole for contemplating things that happen on the world below, and the earth atmosphere tends to be a bit thin. And if you want a third reason, I enjoy chatting with the man on the moon

4. My exhaustion after a week of orientation activities

Produced the poem "Hermit's Hidey-Tower." I'll only post the first verse to reserve rights if I ever want to publish it:
One night I found on a grassy mound
a shining silver stair
I stared in awe at what I saw
resting on the air
No rope or rail if I should fail
but stretching to the stars
stairs of light amidst the night
and a journey far

Four Degrees of Inspiration

This post was inspired by K.M. Weiland's post 15 Degrees of Inspiration
Well, I have a much shorter work where I can trace the history, so I'll stick with only four.
1. Roverandom by J.R.R. Tolkien is a delightful children's tale of a toy dog who journeys to the moon and the sea.
2. The rhyme "Why the man in the moon came down too soon," also by Tolkien; from The Adventures of Tom Bombadil or The Tolkien Reader
3. A friend's comment:
The moon is a good hermit-hole for contemplating things that happen on the world below, and the earth atmosphere tends to be a bit thin. And if you want a third reason, I enjoy chatting with the man on the moon

4. My exhaustion after a week of orientation activities

Produced the poem "Hermit's Hidey-Tower." I'll only post the first verse to reserve rights if I ever want to publish it:
One night I found on a grassy mound
a shining silver stair
I stared in awe at what I saw
resting on the air
No rope or rail if I should fail
but stretching to the stars
stairs of light amidst the night
and a journey far

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

One Consuming Passion

One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
— E. M. Forster
One Consuming Passion
First of all, I must admit I am not sure if “passion” is the correct term for what I mean to discussion. Two other terms which came to my mind were “obsession” and “longing,” but a quick thesaurus search brought me to:
affection, affectivity, agony, anger, animation, ardor, dedication, devotion, distress, dolor, eagerness, ecstasy, excitement, feeling, fervor, fire, fit, flare-up, frenzy, fury, heat, hurrah, indignation, intensity, ire, joy, misery, outbreak, outburst, paroxysm, rage, rapture, resentment, sentiment, spirit, storm, suffering, temper, transport, vehemence, warmth, wrath, zeal, zest
~thesaurus.com
Now, that list could fill an essay in itself, especially considering the opposing pairs, such as joy and misery. But for now, I must settle for the word “passion” to describe my hunger for words. I love books—instead merely tromping back to my room to exchange the book I had in my purse, I stopped by the library to grab four more. (In my defense, it was a shorter walk.) I love writing—I recently filled a 160-page journal in thirty-two days. I spend hours on online writing communities.
Certain books fuel my passion—the death of Aslan for Edmund, the beauty and wisdom of North Wind, and many more.But passion is a fire that cannot be shut up or even expressed in solitude. It must be passed on to kindle other hearts.
In recent sessions, people have touched on the topic of passion in our Christian life. We need to hunger and thirst for God, awed by his love for us. Mel Gibson’s blockbuster film was rightly titled The Passion of the Christ. From Adam and Eve in the garden to the New Jerusalem awaiting believers, Christ is passionate over his people, even to the shame of enduring the cross. I want that type of hunger, but my skills don’t seem to transfer to real life relationships.
One of my favorite authors, Bryan Davis, recently posted a link to a speech “Passion in Writing” he had given at the Montrose Christian Writers' Conference. I immediately uploaded it—and something clicked. Not because of his humorous quips on the difficulties of publishing, or inspiring stories—although the speech was full of them—but because Davis talked about the passion required to get his first novel published.
“Write your passion, not the reader’s expectations. Write what makes you burn with holy fire, not what sizzles through the checkout lane.” I had never made the connection between my writing and passion, between my desire and the fervor God gave me. God wants passionate preachers. God wants passionate nurses. God wants passionate mothers and fathers. God wants passionate teachers.
But God also wants passionate artists. God also wants passionate singers. God wants passionate writers. He wants people who have hearts that burn for him and cannot be silenced from speaking his Truth with the tongues he has given. In his eyes, a passion for feeding the hungry, a passion for standing up for justice, a passion for telling stories, are all of equal worth. We should be willing to accept new tasks from him, and perhaps discover new passions in the doing.
For example, I recently volunteered at Feed My Starving Children, assembling meals to ship overseas for starving children. Even though I had never done it before, the opportunity to get involved in a hands-on way fueled some latent fuel into flames. To me, ‘volunteering’ was primarily associated with children’s ministries, cleaning, washing dishes and construction—some of which I enjoy more than others. But when the news is full of catastrophes, those local ministries, although necessary, important, and even fun, seem like a drop in the bucket.
In The Return of the King, Gandalf says “It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know…” Yet when the “fields we know” spread across the globe due to today’s technology, “what is in us” seems far too small to be useful. Where does one start?
At Feed My Starving Children, I found one way to answer. Statistics say 18,000 children die daily of starvation. But in two hours, our group packaged enough food to feed eighty-seven children for a year. The organization hopes to package 123 million meals in 2010. That is something I can get passionate about.
Today’s culture seems hopeless and hostile. But I don’t have to challenge the entire world. I can start with just one person. I read a blog post once that ended:
Someday, someone will look up at you, and at how far you have come in your journey, and will be encouraged to keep trying even though it is far from easy.
Today, write for that person.

I wish to end this essay with the lyrics of a Steven Curtis Chapman song, “Magnificent Obsession.” The line
I want You to be my one consuming passion
gave this essay its title. Read the lyrics slowly; savor them. God will take your passions and give the Secret Fire.

Lord, You know how much
I want to know so much
In the way of answers and explanations
I have cried and prayed
And still I seem to stay
In the middle of life’s complications
All this pursuing leaves me feeling like I’m chasing down the wind
But now it’s brought me back to You
And I can see again

This is everything I want
This is everything I need
I want this to be my one consuming passion
Everything my heart desires
Lord, I want it all to be for You, Jesus
Be my magnificent obsession

So capture my heart again
Take me to depths I’ve never been
Into the riches of Your grace and Your mercy
Return me to the cross
And let me be completely lost
In the wonder of the love
That You’ve shown me
Cut through these chains that tie me down to so many lesser things
Let all my dreams fall to the ground
Until this one remains

You are everything I want
You are everything I need
I want You to be my one consuming passion
Everything my heart desires
Lord, I want it all to be for You
I want it all to be for You

You are everything I want
And You are everything I need
Lord, You are all my heart desires
You are everything to me

A Quick Challenge

Okay, I have to work out a schedule for myself, which (I hope) will have room for blogging updates, but until then, a writing challenge.

A woman is going to tell her boyfriend that she wants to break up--on the same night he plans to propose to her. What happens?

P.S. Based on a true story shared about the dangers of dating too fast as college freshmen

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Havah

Havah by Tosca Lee, Biblical fiction about Eve is a beautiful mixture of lyrical prose and heartache. Many passages reminded me of the Song of Solomon, but the tale stood out razor-sharp against the pain of a fallen world. Some passages were inappropriate for preteen children, but older teens and adults will enjoy this book

Legend of the King

The Legends of the King by Gerald Morris concludes The Squire's Tale series with the same mix of great characters and plot twists as the previous volumes. My only complaint is that it has to end. As much as I enjoyed the story, the breaking of the Round Table is a depressing finish to an otherwise hilarious series

Monday, August 16, 2010

Kestrel's Midnight Song Review

As a dedicate follower of Jacob Parker's blog, I looked forward to reading his novel Kestrel's Midnight Song.Since he got published as a teen, I wasn't sure what to expect. But Kestrel's Midnight Song( KMS), a truly original fantasy, has great characters, fantastic beasts, and unforeseen plot twists.
Micah, the main character, caught my heart at once. Most male characters are either overly aggressive or wimps, but Micah is both responsible and caring.
The author's website is http://www.songlore.com/ and his blog is http://yodelingdwarf.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Masters and Slayers


Masters and Slayers stands leagues above cliched sterotypes with well-formed characters, a tightly woven plot, and heart-rending decisions. Can Jason's brother Adrian Masters trust the mysterious phantom of Cassabrie? Will Marcelle's bold moves compromise attempts to bring the Lost Ones home? Whose side is Arxad really on?

While Starlighter serves as an excellent introduction to the twin words of Starlight and Major Four, Masters and Slayers provides a closer view of the dark life of the Lost Ones. Questions are answered in ways that will take even the most asitute readers by surprise.Both newcomers and fans of Davis' previous works will be pleased with this enthralling tale.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

If Middle-Earth Entered the 21st Century

I recently joined fanfiction.net as Vilinye--Quenya for 'I fly'--and posted my first story "If Middle-Earth Entered the 21st Century."
Read it at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6226190/1/If_MiddleEarth_Entered_the_21st_Century

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Ahyale

Since interest in Quenya is rare, I have decided to expand I Firie Eleni to general reflections on Tolkien's works, from The Hobbit to The Silmarillion to his more scholarly works. All posts on LotR will be there in the future

Potatoes and Trees

Just before the sweeping vistas of the Lord of the Rings and the distant mountains of the Silmarillion lies a little watercolor painting called Leaf by Niggle, a short story of Tolkien’s that may serve as an excellent introduction to the wide world beyond.
Niggle is an artist with too many ideas and not enough time to complete them, one who sees the leaves before the great Tree he is attempting to paint. On the other hand, Niggle’s neighbor Parish is similar to the potatoes he grows—rooted in the earth, but unable to glimpse Niggle’s vision.
In T.A. Shippey’s Road to Middle-Earth, the author proposes that this story symbolizes Tolkien rejecting the potatoes of scholarly articles for the trees of fantasy. While I take a different view of the symbolism in Leaf by Niggle, the phrase “Potatoes and trees” caught my fancy and ran off in several different directions.
Potatoes are merely roots, while trees are made of root, stem and leaf. Also, potatoes are dug up and devoured after a short season, while trees grow for years before being felled for timber or tinder. A famine of potatoes led to the devastation of Ireland, yet potatoes are a New World import. Finally, Sam’s ‘taters’ in Ithilien are merely substance, but the word ‘trees’ reminds me of the Two Trees in Valinor, forebearers of the Sun and Moon.
Potatoes and trees, however, are not opposites, but compliments. One cannot rest in the shade of a potato plant, nor can one serve up trees for breakfast. They fit together in the natural world to enrich our lives. Fact and fantasy, like potatoes and trees, need each other.

Ahyale

Since interest in Quenya is rare, I have decided to expand the reach of this blog to general reflections on Tolkien's works, from The Hobbit to The Silmarillion to his more scholarly works.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I Firie Eleni

Elen síla lumenn' omentielvo.
A star shines on the hour of our meeting
As one might guess by my username, I am a fan of Lord of the Rings. My interest extends to the rather obscure world of Tolkien's languages. Therefore, I have begun a new blog, I Firie Eleni, about the Elven-tongue Quenya. Go to www.thedyingstars.blogspot.com to read my first post.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Minë

Elen síla lumenn' omentielvo.
A star shines on the hour of our meeting.
Many fans of The Lord of the Rings enjoy the Elven dialouge of the movies. However, some don't know that there is more than one Elven language in Middle-Earth. In fact, the created languages of Tolkien are difficult to count, but two of them are attested with enough material to attempt to speak it: Quenya and Sindarin. The history behind these two languages is difficult to explain to those who have not read The Silmarillion, but Quenya is the older of the two.
An excellent site for those interested in Tolkien's languages is http://folk.uib.no/hnohf, which includes overviews of the languages, as well as a Quenya course.
Apart from the debate over whether Quenya can be learned, his course is well-written and moves at a pace fast enough to keep one's interest but slowly enough to be managable.
This blog, I Firie Eleni, The Dying Stars, is meant to provide a community for students of Quenya. The blog posts will initally follow the sequence of Ardalambion's lessons, as well some Quenya text written by myself to provide examples.
Nai haryuvalyë melwa rë