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Friday Poem – Art

A poem by the American poet Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882).

A poem that celebrates man’s imagination and creativity, and that through art, in whatever form, man gives his life importance.

Art

Give to barrows, trays, and pans
Grace and glimmer of romance;
Bring the moonlight into noon
Hid in gleaming piles of stone;
On the city’s paved street
Plant gardens lined with lilacs sweet;
Let spouting fountains cool the air,
Singing in the sun-baked square;
Let statue, picture, park, and hall,
Ballad, flag, and festival,
The past restore, the day adorn,
And make to-morrow a new morn.
So shall the drudge in dusty frock
Spy behind the city clock
Retinues of airy kings,
Skirts of angels, starry wings,
His fathers shining in bright fables,
His children fed at heavenly tables.
‘T is the privilege of Art
Thus to play its cheerful part,
Man on earth to acclimate,
And bend the exile to his fate,
And, moulded of one element
With the days and firmament,
Teach him on these as stairs to climb,
And live on even terms with Time;
Whilst upper life the slender rill
Of human sense doth overfill.

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Friday Poem – The Genius of the Crowd

An AMAZING poem by the American poet Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1994)crowds

What do you think?

The Genius of the Crowd

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

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Body Piercings

I will admit upfront that I am too chicken to even have my ears pierced.

I was also under the naïve understanding that as far as piercings went you could do ears, eyebrows, nose, tongue, belly button, undercarriage, and that was the extent of my knowledge.

But today my eyes have been well and truly opened up.

I was chatting with some girls at work, who said that pretty much anywhere went these days, and they were discussing having piercings on their arms and neck.

My eyes watered at the mere thought.

How on earth would you get your arm pierced – I thought you would need a very large pin! But no! I was mistaken. Apparently, from what I understood, they pop a whole in your arm and then scrape out surrounding skin before placing the piercing in. OUCH! It looks very pretty, one of the girls already had one, “but,” I enquired, ” couldn’t you just use some glue and stick a diamanté sequin on your arm instead. It’s a lot less painful, and you can take it off?”

These, seemingly, extreme body piercings seem to be all the rage. From piercings on your neck and arms, to more elaborate piercings, such as all down your spine, or side and then using ribbon to connect each piercing, to give the effect of lacing up a corset. Again, surely just buying a corset would be a lot less painful.

But, what about infection? Can you just remove these piercings, like you can ears and nose, to change the stud? No, would be the answer. It would appear these can only be removed by the piercing specialist who put it in.

Now, like I said, I’m too chicken to have my ears pierced – can give birth without drugs, but don’t ask me to stick a needle in my ear! But seriously, why would anyone put themselves through something like it – I just don’t understand. Is it art? Is it beauty?

Have a look at some of these photos and let me know what you think. Would you?

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Out of the Mouthes of Babes – Fame

“Mummy,” said SC this morning over breakfast, “B in my class is quite famous, because she stroked a polar bear!”

OK, so it was quite early this morning, so it didn’t really register what he had actually said she had done!

Anyway, he carried on, “that’s a silly thing to be sort-of famous for isn’t it?”

“Mmmm,” said I, “so what do you think would be a good thing to be famous for?”

And do you know what, I was amazed at his reply.

“Well, designing a time machine is a good one, then you could go back and forward in time like Doctor Who [note. he has never watched Doctor Who, but obviously knows about it from the playground]

Pause.

“Going into space and walking on the moon, would be good. Being an artist, a perfect one and creating lovely things. Nelson Mandela he brought peace to the world.”

Silence!

“Mummy.”

“Yes.”

“Was anyone in our family alive when Nelson Mandela was born, he was 95.”

“No darling, there wasn’t and although mummy’s back sometimes feels like it is 95 years old, she most definitely isn’t!”

“Silly mummy, I know that!”

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