|This is the Firebird who flies with wings of flame.|
|And this is Prince Ivan, the only other living thing in the tangled wood...|
|Prince Ivan has to do a dance to tame and catch Firebird|
|It works... he's caught it in his hands.|
|Firebird flung itself against Prince Ivan's hands, but it could not escape.|
|Oh Prince of Russia, set me free, a magic gift I will give thee.. (It doesn't really look as if she's struggling too hard here.)|
|Firebird flew free, shaking her tail feathers as if to say, "Na na na na na na, You can't catch me."|
(I don't differntiate between TV or movies. Either way, we're staring at the TV screen.)
But after a recent TV trauma-- I turned it off sooner than Isla preferred, which is to say, at all, and Isla commenced to hyperventilate--we had to lay down some scary rules.
After the television set spent some time on the front step in the dribbling rain, purportedly waiting for the garbage man to come and make it disappear from our lives, I decided it was time for ...... a TV schedule.
This the mom who can't even tell people if she is available a week from Saturday so afraid of commitment is she.
The rule is, Only on Fridays. Have we broken that rule? Of course, but only on Wednesdays.
But, transgressions and all, things have gotten remarkably calmer, and the requests, that's a euphemism for relentless badgering and death threats, for TV have almost disappeared. Almost.
As a result, I get treated to spontaneous displays of childish artistry. Sometimes in the form of graphic art, but recently in the form of dance/theater. Would they do this even if I let them watch more TV? Probably, but there would be much, much less time and incentive. And their characters would be sneaking in product placement left and right. (Mom, I need a Coke can.)
The irony is, if it weren't for this five- part video on YouTube, of the complete ballet version of Stravinsky's Firebird, they might not have had such dramatic moves in their repertoire. But the inspiration originally came to us in beautiful book form.
More evidence that I lean precariously towards the Luddite can be found here.
Special thanks to Jane Yolen for some of my lifted caption copy.