I posted the poem called: No Way. The Hundred is There.

sometime last year. I had found it in a book about Maria Montessori and the Montessori method.

It really resonated with me…not because I think that we lose everything…but because it spoke to the potential to every human being at the moment of birth (or maybe conception…?)

As I re-read it a bit ago (while feverish Whinnie snuggled on my lap and dozed) something clicked and I had to go formulate a revision.

Blame it on my awesome poet-friend Joe…who has me reading poetry again and it is infecting my thought processes.

Link to the original here: http://attachlings.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-way-hundred-is-there.html

Here’s my redeux:


No way. The hundred is still there.
(Based on: No way. The hundred is there. by Loris Malaguzzi from The Hundred Languages of Children Exhibit Catalogue)

The person

is made of one hundred.

The person has

a hundred languages

a hundred hands

a hundred thoughts

a hundred ways of thinking

of playing, of speaking.

A hundred always a hundred

ways of listening

of marveling of loving

a hundred joys

for singing and understanding

a hundred worlds

to discover

a hundred worlds

to invent

a hundred worlds

to dream.

The person has

a hundred languages

(and a hundred hundred hundred more)

but they steal ninety-nine.

The culture

the media

They separate the head

from the body.

They tell the person:

to think without hands

to do without head

to listen and not to speak

to understand without joy

to love and to marvel

only at sex and consumption.

They tell the person:

to just accept the one world

already tainted

and of the hundred

they steal ninety-nine.

They tell the person:

that work and play

reality and fantasy

science and imagination

sky and earth

reason and dream

fulfillment and responsibility

are things

that do not belong together.

And thus they tell the person

that the hundred is not there.

But there are

the very few

who say

no way, the hundred is

still there

there are

the very few

who know that

head and heart

are inseparable

who know that

joy and understanding

are inseparable

who know that

sex is spirit revealed

but is not all

who know that

they may not

reclaim all

that is lost

but in the pursuit

of all

they may become