Tuesday, May 03, 2011

The Child Is Made Of One Hundred

The child
is made of one hundred.
The child has
A hundred languages
A hundred hands
A hundred thoughts
A hundred ways of thinking
Of playing, of speaking.
A hundred always a hundred
Ways of listening of marveling of loving
A hundred joys
For singing and understanding
A hundred worlds
To discover
A hundred worlds
To invent
A hundred worlds
To dream
The child has
A hundred languages
(and a hundred hundred hundred more)
But they steal ninety-nine.
The school and the culture
Separate the head from the body.
They tell the child;
To think without hands
To do without head
To listen and not to speak
To understand without joy
To love and to marvel
Only at Easter and Christmas
They tell the child:
To discover the world already there
And of the hundred
They steal ninety-nine.
They tell the child:
That work and play
Reality and fantasy
Science and imagination
Sky and earth
Reason and dream
Are things
That do not belong together
And thus they tell the child
That the hundred is not there
The child says:
No way. The hundred IS there.

by Loris Malaguzzi


Belle said...

I agree with this poem. Schools don't like the restlessness and spontainaity of children. They want us all to learn the same things in the exact same way. Woe betide the child who is different!

Simply said...

mostly because so many kids are crammed into one class there isn't time to encourage individuality.