And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea, if to the human mind's imaginings Silence and Solitude were vacancy?

Silva Rerum Theater 473

When Percy B. Shelly wrote “Mont Blanc”, he closed his poem with this line:

“And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea, if to the human mind's imaginings Silence and Solitude were vacancy?”

His whole poem consisted of describing the magnificent and awesome grandeur of nature, a nature far greater and far more powerful than us. However, when he closed “Mont Blanc” with that last line, he acknowledged that we have the power to make something grand or insignificant with the power of our imagination, power which can be both beautiful and frightening when explored.

This following blog is a counterpart of the “Idea Quilt.” Every number represents it respective image in the quilt.

All of these images and sounds represent the different faces of imagination and its power; power which, if used through the right means can be applied in a classroom setting to inspire students to explore their own imaginations and consequently create intellectual productivity.

Many educators tend to forget that a great deal of the learning process takes place in our own heads where we apply our personality, opinions and backgrounds. The Youth has always found a connection to the arts and the media, and as educators we must use that to our advantage.

Sir Ken Robinson rightly points out that the arts are victims of the mentality that many kids suffer ADHD and other attention disorders, making it harder for educators to pass on the knowledge and enlightenment of the arts.

1

Imagine by A Perfect Circle

2

Etude Op.25, No.11 (Winter Winds) by Frederic Chopin; played by Yundi Li

3

Street Spirit (Fade Out) by Radiohead

4

Her Name Was Rock N' Roll by The Koffin Kats

5

Consequence of Sounds by Regina Spektor

6

Handlebars by The Flobots



I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

Look at me, look at me
hands in the air like it's good to be
ALIVE
and I'm a famous rapper
even when the paths're all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to "De Colores"
And "I'm Proud to be an American"
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz, look:

I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome
No metronome

I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone

Look at me
Look at me
Just called to say that it's good to be
ALIVE
In such a small world
All curled up with a book to read
I can make money open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine sixty four
Miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule

Look at me
Look at me
Driving and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let'em all die in exasperation
Have'em all healed of their lacerations
Have'em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like'em and
I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
and I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope
and I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handle bars
No handlebars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

7

In the House, In a Hearbeat by John Murphy

8

Dog Days are Over by Florence + The Machine

9

Ars Moriendi by Agent Ribbons

10

On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger

Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
Let go of your fear, fear yeah
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola

My secret arsenal is an infinite ageless ink well
It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice

Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
Let go of your fear, fear yeah
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola

On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger

Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
Let go of your fear
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola