i told gravity not to bother me today but still i am pulled down by my own two feet and ten toes holding my breath til spring!
Response by W87
Who ever wrote that poem made my day. I woke up this morning with what felt heaviness in my physical and mental body, and when I happened to open the sharing page and saw this poem it made me feel really good and I am ready for the day because I know I am light. I decided to create the inner spring within me.
After going to the museum in class. I went home and was watching the news. More chaos in Iraq is what I saw. I then remembered this poem and thought I would share it: Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -- A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. War is kind. Swift blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest of red and gold, These men were born to drill and die. Point for them the virtue of slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep.Response by W112
Ever since going to the art exibit the other day I have been thinking about a series of paintings that were done by the American artist. The paintings were not the most interesting at the time, or the most noticible, but they have made some sort of impact on me because I think about them all of the time. The paintings were of what the sky looked like above each city when the planes crashed. It is as if we are able to see the last thing that each of the people on the planes saw, and that is both magnificent and horrific at the same time. For some of the victims, the city was lit up by lights at night time. For another city, the sun was breaking out of pink clouds. Another painting showed a promising blue sky. Everything seems so peaceful from above, doesn't it? On one of the most chaotic days in centuries the sky and the clouds and the city lights were so placid and beautiful. As awful as it was for all of those people to have to die, it is a tiny consulation to believe that these images of nature, serenity, and beauty were there last.
I really enjoyed the presentation that was done today on the different approaches to learning. I think that it's really what this math day and OUR CLASS is truly about... That Math doesn't have to be the enemy, we can use it as a tool... and yes... Math can be fun.Response by 13
These past few days have been really rough and I find myself feeling very stressed out... but a good friend of mine gave me this idea to make a list of things I really love and enjoy... so I did this and it made me feel a little better... there are so many small things I think we over look that really make all the difference... So I just wanted to share this idea with everyone incase you hit a rough patch like I did = ) "It's the Little Things..There is nothing bigger"
i felt a pit in my stomach when i was on the nyc subway two days ago. for the third time, the same girl, rebbeca, walked onto past my seat singing 'amazing grace' and holding a cup out for money. i think she is 19. these aren't bad people. these aren't people to be blamed. these are peoeple who've taken a wrong turn and found themselves on dead end after dead end. the word 'homeless' makes me catch my breath. to be without a home - imagine that. whether your home is a cabin in the woods, an apartment in brooklyn, a cottage on the ocean, or in someone else's heart - be thankful for that place. be thankful you don't need to stay in the subway tunnles to keep warm in these cold months. be thankful for your home.