Monthly Archive for December, 2009

The heart of the matter is education, it is the total understanding of man…

It is not that there must be an end to seeking, but rather the beginning of learning.  Learning is far more important than finding.

As long as education is concerned merely with the culture of the outer…  the inner movement with its immense depth will inevitably be for the few and in that there lies great sorrow.  Sorrow cannot be solved, cannot be understood when you are running with tremendous energy along the superficial.  Unless you solve this with self-knowing you will have revolt after revolt, reforms which need further reformation, and the endless antagonism of man against man will go on.

The heart of the matter is education, it is the total understanding of man and not an emphasis on one fragment of his life…  All the enthusiasts for outward change always brush aside the more fundamental issues.

J. Krishnamurti, The Beginnings of Learning, Quotations from Part II

S p I d e r s

You can learn a lot from spiders, really.
First, there was Spider Woman who made
Earth and the tribes
And more recently, following Plato,
We’ve all been connected to the World Wide Web.

No kidding, though, spiders are incredible.
They work all night to build a lace-world in your garden
And, when you walk right through it,
They never turn a hair.

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Love never strives after something

It’s curious, we always want to be perfect in or with something; this gives the means for achievement, and the pleasure of achievement, of course, is vanity.  Pride in any form is brutal and leads to disaster. The desire for perfection outwardly or inwardly denies love and without love, do what you will, there’s always frustration and sorrow.  Love is neither perfect nor imperfect; it’s only when there’s no love that perfection and imperfection arise. Love never strives after something; it does not make itself perfect. It’s the flame without the smoke; in striving to be perfect, there’s only greater volume of smoke; perfection, then, lies only in striving, which is mechanical, more and more perfect in habit, in imitation, in engendering more fear.  Each one is educated to compete, to become successful; then the end becomes all important. Love for the thing itself disappears.  Then the instrument is used not for the love of the sound but for what the instrument will bring, fame, money, prestige and so on.

Being is infinitely more significant than becoming.  Being is not the opposite of becoming; if it’s the opposite or in opposition, then there is no being.  When becoming dies completely, then there’s being.  But this being is not static; it’s not acceptance nor is it mere denial; becoming involves time and space.  All striving must cease; then only there is being.

J. Krishnamurti, Krishnamurti’s Notebook, August 26th, 1961

Brockwood in White…

Here is a glimpse on Brockwood as it was yesterday!

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2009 Winter Concert

Though traditionally a slightly informal musical event, the Brockwood Park Concerts have, over the years, developed into full-blown, ‘revue’ style shows, weaving together dance, music and drama around a guiding theme or story. These shows often result from a miraculous tour de force which involve getting around an extremely busy end of term schedule, an Assembly Hall that continues to display no wish to be transformed into a theatre, fuses that invariably blow and amplifiers that wisely pick their moment to give up the ghost, incredibly limited time and, most importantly, a set of super-enthusiastic, talented and creative students that – for reasons known only to teenagers – tend to leave any serious rehearsal, practice and line learning to forty five minutes before the show.  Nonetheless, as I have often been told, the result can be magical and deeply inspiring.

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End of Term Dinner

Although producing nutritious and tasty vegetarian meals for 65 teen-agers can be a culinary challenge, term-time cooking at Brockwood does become a little routine for a chef. Thus the opportunity to produce a festive meal, such as the annual dinner held before the end of first term in December comes as a welcome change.

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Dear Friends

We are pleased to be able to announce that on Saturday, 5th December, the new website for Brockwood Park School will be launched. We would like to invite you to take a little time out on your weekend to visit us at www.brockwood.org.uk and explore what Brockwood is up to. Besides having a completely new look with excellent images, additional new text, and many downloads, you will also find an up-to-date account of news and events at Brockwood including the latest Brockwood Observer. Take some extra time to look at The Brockwood Blog – blog.brockwood.org.uk – where many items from current students, staff and alumni are posted.

If you are a former student or staff member of Brockwood, then be sure to visit the Alumni section of the School website. Here, amongst other things, you will find the new Alumni Directory. This is a password protected directory for the use of alumni only. You will have to register your details before having access to those of others, but we think that you will find that this directory offers a simple and efficient means of keeping informed about your old school friends, whilst enabling you to network and make new ones.

With a new look and feel, we are interested to know what you think about the new site and blog. Please send any comments or suggestions to feedback@brockwood.org.uk.

We hope you have a marvellous festive season.

With best wishes

Brockwood Students, Staff and Trustees

Listen to ‘Der Sehnsucht Ursprung (Aspiration’s Genesis)’

Der Sehnsucht Ursprung (Aspiration’s Genesis)

composed and performed by Thomas Fournil, Student from France

‘African Sunset’ from English Language Class

African sunset in a poetic/ naturalistic form

As I sit, my senses are alive.

The rock I rest on, so warm from the days sun.

My eyes fixed on the spell of bright colours filling the evening sky.

Oranges, pinks, yellows and reds all leaking into each other like a pallet of watercolours.

The gentle breeze sweeps the sand along the beach and sways the palm trees leaves, back and forth. Tropical insects begin to scatter around high and low, rattling, screeching and tapping.

The fresh smell of salt water drifts under my nose.

The blinding ball of fire sits perfectly in the horizon, where the sea and sky meet. Until I take a deep breath and it sinks, so fast, leaving the clouds alone, but still injecting them with life and colour. Suddenly everything becomes so calm, the moon gets brighter and the stars begin to emerge, it is dark but my senses are still alive.

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Listen to ‘After’

After

composed and performed by Saskia Griffiths – Moore, Student from UK