By rote
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By memory alone, without understanding or thought
Chronic kefir , ср, 17/05/2023 - 17:27Chronic kefir "By rote" в текстах
Nous irons jusqu'à San Francisco
We swear by rote for want of more
Heave away! Santiano!
It's easy to love
like the whole normal world does
It's easy to live the life by rote
You know it very well
We'll reach as far as San Francisco
We swear by rote for want of more
Heave away! Santiano!
Oliverio Girondo - To cry for real
To weep wearing tails, about sadness, from weakness.
To weep while ad libbing, to weep by rote.
To lament all the sleeplessness, weep throughout the day!
but we have to broaden ourselves and venture into other territories
'cause 90% of school activity
is learning by rote with no inner substantiation
of those things we need, like courage, intuition,
French Children's Songs - Oh, let me tell you, Mommy
What causes my trouble
Daddy wants me to memorize
The longsome recitation of verbs by rote
But I say that candies
And it's time for us to leave her
We swear by rote for want of more
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"
Boyinaband - Don't Stay in School
but I was never taught my human rights
Apparently there’s 30, do you know them? I don’t
Why the hell can’t we both recite them by rote?!
And it's time for us to leave her
We swear by rote for want of more
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"
Yonca Evcimik - We are worn out
The sex is wounded
Your arms are routineness
The joys always mindlessly, by rote
Give up on me, give up
Aya Korem - The Mother Of My Child
The nights aren't nights
and the days already aren't days
i dress by rote
the shirts with the strains
Hey! Clench your teeth, fly to arms!
Forget everything you used to learn by rote:
Today, if you've survived, believe yourself to be the winner!
Dorothée - Oh, let me tell you, Mommy
What causes my trouble
Daddy means for me to memorize
The longsome recitation of verbs by rote
But I say that candies
Algernon Charles Swinburne - Before parting
As none has care of divided love.
I know each shadow of your lips by rote,
Each change of love in eyelids and eyebrows;
Mohammad Reza Shah Pahlavi - Extract from the chapter “Education for My Country’s Future”
Each student should learn to love the truth and search for the truth and tell the truth. In the past the curricula and methods of our secondary schools have been very poorly adapted to this end. As in their earlier training, students learned mainly by rote; they were regarded as foolish or impertinent if they asked questions or challenged statements or thought for themselves. Amazing though it may sound, the Shahname, the book-length epic poem completed by our poet Ferdosi about A.D. 999 was until only a few decades ago taught in our schools as if it were authentic history! Though the work is justly renowned as one of the world’s great literary masterpieces, it can hardly stand against modern historical research. But students were taught to accept as truth even the outright legends of the poem.
In the Persian language we have a word, dastan, which commonly implies something that is neither fact nor fiction but lies somewhere in between. In the past much of our teaching of history and other subjects was in that spirit, and the student learned nothing of modern nautral or social science.
To combat this tradition, we have continued the vigorous reform programme inaugurated by my father. For example, a group of our scholars recently prepared a complete course in social studies, which the Ministry of Education has published in five paperback volumes and distributed to secondary schools throughout the country. Increasingly the curricula of our secondary schools resemble those in America or elsewhere in the West.
But too much of the old dastan spirit lingers on even today; furthermore, we still over-emphasize uncritical memorization and we under-emphasize helping the student to think for himself. For these defects a number of remedies lie at hand, of which I shall mention three.
Lilas ir Innomine - When you step forward Vilnius is shrinking
Not that brave, seems, not that full,
When you step forward - Vilnius is shrinking,
And what is the most charming - you know it by rote, care, but poorly enough
It is - your records, yearbooks, chronicles,
Marina Tsvetayeva - “I recall the foggy shore of Albion”
The divine height! The divine woe!
I see the dull waters' agitated bosom
And dim sky, known to me by rote.
I found gold and even stars
when I wiped away her tears
And I learnt by rote the shape's purity
Sometimes I draw again
Teniwoha - the incident of spirited away on Noumen Island
heartrending＿＿
”learn a lore by rote sonorously " water well rich in water draining away”
mythologized as a demon
your relation with your old friends gets weak
your call him/her over and over and you learn his/her number by rote
you learn every place that you've been there with him/her by rote
you spend the whole nights with your phone
