April 25, 2015
APRIL is the
cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
From “The Wasteland” by T. S. Eliot
We count the cycle of the year in so many ways, and for
myself and my colleagues in higher education, April truly can be the cruelest
month. We find ourselves hurtling towards the end of the school year, with
graduation looming for our seniors and finals and final grades for everyone.
I am working from a text book calledThe Art of Ancient Egyptby
Gay Robbins, for my Egyptian art course, and although this is not the
first time I've taught this course or used this textbook, I am finding
that I don't like the textbook. I think I am actually going to have to
write my own text to really get something that I feel is really useful
and meets my needs. The writing itself is fairly heavy, which one would
expect for an academic tome, and although the author picks up on the
subtleties (and believe me, they are subtle) of the shifts in art in
ancient Egypt, she doesn't really cover the symbolism in a way that I