Through the Prism

After passing through the prism, each refraction contains some pure essence of the light, but only an incomplete part. We will always experience some aspect of reality, of the Truth, but only from our perspectives as they are colored by who and where we are. Others will know a different color and none will see the whole, complete light. These are my musings from my particular refraction.

8.20.2010

Waiting for Readers, and You'll Do

Mo Willems and Jon J. Muth are two of my favorite picture book authors/illustrators, but I like them in very different ways and never would have thought to pair them together. They've created a masterful book. It's a picture book, but it's not just for kids.

I recently referenced Muth, you may remember, in my Longing and Tranquility post. This book is similar. If you ever have the chance to actually look at the book you should, since his art is as important to the story as Willem's words that follow.

The book also reminds me in many ways (not merely the episodic seasonal structure) of the excellent Korean film Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter . . . and Spring. If you like this you should seek that.

Here is the text of

City Dog, Country Frog

Spring

City Dog didn't stop on
that first day in the country;
he ran as far and
as fast as he could

and all without a leash!

City Dog spotted something he
had never seen, sitting on a rock.
(It was Country Frog.)

"What are you doing?" asked City Dog.

"Waiting for a friend," replied
Country Frog with a smile.

"But you'll do."

City Dog and Country Frog
played together.

City Dog was new to the country,
so Country Frog taught him
Country Frog games.

Country Frog's games involved
jumping and splashing and croaking.

That was spring.

Summer

City Dog didn't stop
to admire the green, green grass;
he ran straight for
Country Frog's rock.

"I am going to do you a favor,"
said City Dog when
he found Country Frog.

"I am going to teach you
City Dog games."

City Dog's games involved
sniffing and fetching and barking.

City Dog and Country Frog played
until Country Frog was too tired
to sniff and fetch and bark
anymore.

That was summer.

Fall

City Dog didn't stop
to sniff the falling leaves;
he ran straight
for Country Frog's rock.

"What shall we play today?" asked City Dog.
"Dog or Frog games?"

Country Frog took a deep breath.

"I am a tired frog," replied Country Frog.
"Maybe we can play remember-ing games."

City Dog and Country Frog
sat together on the rock.

They remembered their spring
jumping and splashing and croaking.

They remembered their summer
sniffing and fetching and barking.

That was fall.

Winter

City Dog didn't stop
to eat the snow;
he ran straight for
Country Frog's rock.

City Dog looked for Country Frog.

Country Frog was not there.



That was winter.

Spring Again

Country Chipmunk spotted something
she had never seen, sitting on a rock.
(It was City Dog.)

"What are you doing?"
asked Country Chipmunk.

"Waiting for a friend,"
replied City Dog sadly.

Then he smiled a
froggy smile and said . . .

"But you'll do."

That was spring again.

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