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We Don’t Like That Image Of Ourselves
Some poetry from Marlon Brando, starting at 2:36 on the video below:Our schoolbooks are hopelessly lacking Perhaps criminally lacking in revealing what our relationship was with the Indians When we hear as we’ve heard throughout our lives no matter how old we are that we are a country that stands for freedom for rightness for justice… Read more
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Like Footsteps and Glances
Voices float, cross, melt, fade, and dissolvelike footsteps and glances Recognition sparks, jabs, irritates, and overwhelms like hunger and desire Breezes whisper, cling, insinuate, and ruffle like memory and forgetting Shadows fall, stretch, deepen, bite, and swallowlike animalsand passion Light imposes, hints, confronts, argues, and conquers like birth and death Time creeps, crawls, flies,… Read more
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Comfort Music
Some people turn to comfort food when anxiety starts gnawing at the corners of their souls. For me, it’s comfort music. With the practically unlimited resource of streaming music, I’ve been turning lately to the hippie bands I listened to a lot in high school but not much since: The Guess Who, The Doors, The… Read more
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Review: What’s So Great About Art Anyway?
If teaching is an art form, then teaching art must be its masterpiece. Rachel Branham makes a compelling case for the benefits of art education in her graphic memoir, What’s So Great About Art Anyway?.Choosing the graphic novel format to tell the story of her “Teacher’s Odyssey,” Branham perfectly illustrates the benefits of visual… Read more
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I Make Myself Sick
I make myself sick When the will to keep going evaporates I make myself lie When the truth becomes unacceptable I make myself quiet When every sound is a call to arms When every word is the tip of a blade When every heartbeat is a betrayal I make myself a hunted beast With self-inflicted… Read more
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The Cold Light of Day
Photo by jchanders Usually, in the cold light of day Thoughts of you fade away.Today they stayed. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or notI’ve seen it both waysIt’s just something to live with now, like mortality. I went to the park today.You know the place.I closed my eyes for a long time let… Read more
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