...My mind tormented and briefly captured … Caught in this “one day it’ll happen thought … Chasing pavements so frequently consistently I run out of breath, I think to myself ‘where is my place?’ will I ever look my love in the face? Will my heart keep this pace or will this lack of patience I contain be the cause of a deep crate resulting in an in depth hole of hopelessness and an angry soul … Eyes that only see red and feet damaged from cold pavements that failed to lead me home but surely left me cold. A mind accustomed to lies and deception a heart full of desperation to look my love in the eyes. I throw my hands to the skies, the words I speak are not lies, can’t you see my honesty? ,… I wear no disguise. Sharp needles of pain being aimed and shot seeping hate into my blood stream, penetrating my heart and ripping my soul... should I give up? No, I keep fighting with an arm extended and one knee to the ground. My battle is not over though my mind frowns. Tomorrow I will wear all black because joy is what I lack. Tomorrow you will wear all black because you are the thief who has stolen my mind, my body, my soul… Please let it go. Please just let it free. Allow my vocals to laugh... allow my lungs to breath. What does happiness mean? Could you teach me please? what is life without breath? Tears greeting my cheek, pureness held in the words I speak. Right there … so close but I fear I will never...
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...Reader; for the problem is of the Twentieth Century is the problem of the color line.” (Du Bois 3). This is just a piece of forethought W.E.B. Du Bois provided us with in his book, “The Souls of Black Folk” to discuss the matter he felt during the twentieth century regarding race or the “color line”. When reading those few lines, it seems as though DuBois is destined to reveal a hidden truth and, whether or not he thinks we will be interested he then tells us why we should care. W.E.B DuBois was born in 1868, in Massachusetts; a year after reconstruction of African American lives began....
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...To Cherry with love, You kissed my lips and I felt my heart beating again, You touched my hand and lit a spark in my body, You stared into my eyes and saw straight through my soul, You put your arms around me and now I’m finally complete. Love has always been one of the hardest expressions I could explain to someone in life. The first person who loved me was my mother. And my father loved me more when our bond started to grow more strong and bold. My sister was always there for me and we still love each other silently in our little own ways. But then you walked in to my life. There were many souls who walked in and then turned their back on mine. And most of the time I thought this was the right time and the right thing to do, which never was the truth I believed it to be. There were million times I made my mother cry and my father wander on what his son was doing. And love never came knocking on my door the way I wanted it to be. Every now and then when I see a woman walking by I tend to always turn my head and look at her and admire whatever that is there to be seen. But then with time I started realizing there is nothing in this world more amazing than you. A pure and solid lively proof for the word ‘perfect’ is what I would call you. It is almost one month and I know one month is nothing compared to how all the rest of the world thinks on what love is really meant to be. But then again I realized that this turning point in my life is the best thing that happened...
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...perceived and interpreted, by human organs of sense (eyes/ears). It is these senses that assist in the viewer’s interpretation/grasp of the meaning and content of an Artist’s work. Through my own experiences I agree on this point-of-view. I will like to transmit to my viewer(s) the emotions I received from Music, that have moved and or touched my soul, and my senses. The Musician and singer, through medium of Music, has connected with me but can also generate these same feelings in more than one way, creating a sociable feel as music is shared/interpreted. I should be able to create a very similar effect with my Collection of Art! It is impossible to imagine my life without Art. Art is: CREATION –(I can add brief description to this and for each topic below if needed.) BEAUTY PLAY COMMUNICATION INTUITION However, I am still investigating the definition of Art. What is its true purpose? I intend to further study this with my Art on a personal Life journey and an aspect of that very journey with my art is “IMPRESSIONS in MUSIC”. DIRECTION Colour- I intend to use different colour schemes to represent different emotions. I must successfully accomplish through visuals: 1) How this particular type of Music makes me feel. 2) Show my personality; the Art work should enlighten the viewer...
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...THE BEAUTY OF ROME March 2007 marked the most beautiful experience in my life in an enchanting place called Ancona a region of Central Italy with a large harbor located over two slopes: Monte Conero and Monte Astagno. From the hotel view, you will see the golden sunset setting over the rolling hills not far from the port. It was amazing how God created such breathtaking existence that I have witnessed several times; but as I went back having new eyes with my husband, who was seeing them for the first time, it was a different story. The river reflecting the clear blue of the sky glistened and sparkled as it flowed noiselessly; and the paddle of the fishermen dipped into the water with a clear and liquid sound. On both sides were untouched natural beauty, and I was very delighted by the historic town not far from my hotel room. Not to mention the delicious cuisine and unique dishes the town has to offer. Being on a port town, you would expect a wide variety of seafood worth trying, as well as many cafes and bakeries known for traditional breads and pastries. Food markets are lively with vibrant colors of fresh fruits, vegetables and of course seafood and a whole lot of wine shops. Three hours away from the hotel lies the Pope’s official home in Vatican City. I have seen many beautiful places in Rome, but the one that made my eyes glitter is the world’s famous chapel, The Sistine Chapel. I was astonished by the beauty of the place. One line to St. Peter’s...
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...Tuscany, Italy in the spring of 1265. He wrote the Divine Comedy(Commedia) from 1308 to 1320, completing the work the year before he died. The Divine Comedy is one of literature's boldest undertakings, as Dante takes us through Hell (Inferno), Purgatory (Purgatorio), and then reaches Heaven (Paradiso), where he is permitted to partake of the Beatific Vision. Dante's journey serves as an allegory of the progress of the individual soul toward God. While Dante was critical of the Catholic Church as an institution, his writings remained faithful to his schooling by the Dominicans, where he learned the theology of St. Thomas Aquinas (1224-1274). The Divine Comedy signaled the beginning of the Renaissance. The Commedia by Dante had everlasting impact on Italy, for the Tuscan dialect became the literary language of Italy. He died in political exile in Ravenna, Italy in September 1321. The Divine Comedy 1308-1320 INFERNO "Midway in our life's journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood. How shall I say what wood that was! I never saw so drear, so rank, so arduous a wilderness! Its very memory gives a shape to fear. Death could scarce be more bitter than that place! But since it came to good, I will recount all that I found revealed there by God's grace." Inferno, Canto I, lines 1-9 So begins the Inferno. Dante realizes he has wandered from the "True Way" in mid-life, and finds himself in the Valley of Evil....
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...another grain of fear upon my brow? The thoughts engrossed in my mind as I swam my way through the endless sea of night. A calm breeze circulated about the Gods Wood, bringing with it the serenity of mid-autumn night. It stirred up the fallen ashen leaves, and they performed their nightly ritual – a dainty waltz of shadows, oscillating to the rhythmic chants of the wind, who recited indiscernibly archaic spells from the deep. The ancient Heart Trees sang along in the wind with speech too ancient to be fathomed, empowered by the primal force entombed within the Earth. Shadows in the shapes of man and demon don in robes of night danced to the rhythm. More leaves, thousands of them, began to assemble from all over, forming a storm of greens that swirled about a single point in the clearing where I stood, watching the spectacle, like a prophecy sent as a forewarning of an ill omen that came too late. Just then, I felt a sharp swing in the temperature of the air. The incantation starts to upsurge and intensify. The melody accompanying the faint recitation began to transpose upwards, higher and higher, with no sign of stopping. The tension and urgency of the mantra increased dramatically. What astonishing feat of necromancy are they performing that they should require so much dark magical power to ensure its success? I wondered. One of the ancient Heart Trees paused in the midst of his chanting and gave me an answer, but his archaic language was alien to my ears – the syllables of...
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...Metamorphoses in Dune Alexandru Maniu In Dune, people can be both men and animals. For purely artistic reasons, the coexistence of different life forms under the same mask is a constant in Ovid’s Metamorphoses. In Orphism, nothing is immutable and everything is subject to change. For Ovid, this postulate must have had some limits generated by the artistic process: “nor can the arts that cure others cure their lord”. Transformed characters – so punished for ill behavior or challenging the gods – eventually acquire immortality, just like the poet himself. Deities can be either anthropomorphic or theriomorphic, yet they can change according to their own will and they don’t lose their divinity in the process. Ovid’s metamorphoses are usually final and the poor misfortunate loses some of his humanity forever. By far the cruelest fate is for one to lose his power of speech or his free-speech, as in the case of Acteon, changed into a stag, Callisto, changed into a bear or Lycon, who becomes a wolf. On a more subtle level, the nymph Echo is left only with the power of speech, but her words are not her own, as she is forced to repeat whatever she hears. All these stories cover a more complex level of understanding that deals with religion and ritual, and should not be taken as mere parables of morality. The myth of Artemis and Acteon encapsulates the confrontation between crude human conscience and the mystery of life, epitomized by the maternal deity (Isis, Artemis, Diana), with...
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...camps, his faith was never at the high-most air-reaching level as it dramatically changed throughout the course of the novel because of his disturbing experiences in witnessing cremated human beings, executions, and the going through the loss of his entire family. Prior to being deported to the camps, Elie’s faith was extremely high as he was well-established with his studies in mysticism and the cabbala and his great involvement with religion through prayers. Elie is finding a great interest in wanting to work with Moshe the Beadle to help increase his knowledge in his studies because “during the day I studied the Talmud, and at night I ran to the synagogue to weep over the destruction of the Temple. One day I asked my father to find me a master to guide me in my studies of the cabbala” (1). Wiesel applies diction such as “Talmud,” “synagogue,” “Temple,” and “cabbala” in trying to reveal to the...
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...Q.1 Write a situation handling experience gained from your field visits. Your experience should be well refereed from the book by quoting the page numbers and chapter .The narration should be supported by theoretical / conceptual inputs mentioned in the book justifying your experiences in the field. The last five lines should clearly state about what you learnt out of this experience in terms of Transformational leadership. A.1 Karma Yoga- work for unfolding the infinite potentials of human mind and soul. We realized We Karma yoga means when we actually went to two amazing villages-Nallur and Kollaimedu. These villages were not as backward as we thought of, without basic amenities as schools, roads, electricity. These villages had concrete roads, mostly pakka houses, televisions in the houses, primary school but modern & recreational amenities like parks, theater, hospital/dispensary, high school, bathrooms were not present in the village/every household. We divided ourselves into two teams and started to get to know the village and inhabitants. On analyzing the village, we got to know that it is difficult but not impossible to transform the village from no amenities to some basic necessities. All this is possible with a vision and a leader can make this change. Referring to Chapter 16 – Skills for Optimizing Leadership as Situational Change. Page 659 Our Second visit was meant to be about making strategies and planning things that can act as seed in the...
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...Firstly, Montresor secretly celebrates revenge inside his mind and revels with nemesis. When Fortunato exclaims that he “shall not die of a cough", Montresor musteriously replies "True --true" (Poe 167). Secondly, the black humor can be seen in his reply to Fortunato’s question about Freemasons. “"It is this," I answered, producing from beneath the folds of my roquelaire a trowel” ironized Montresor about the sign of mason’s (Poe 168). There is a secret meaning to this trowel in eyes of Montresor; it is symbolizing his power in the given situation. Thirdly, he puts a special meaning in the motto of his family “Nemo me impune lacessit”, which for him is the motivation to action and has a secret meaning of snake Fortunato under his heel (Poe...
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...little attention to it. Chekhov shows us different characters with different personalities, but all indifferent to Potapov’s plight. The military officer is impatient and rude. He pretends to be deep in thought to avoid the conversation with Potapov. The three young men are self-absorbed and rowdy. They take advantage of Potapov’s grief and pay him an unfair wage. They also so abusive behavior towards him. The young cabby at the yard shows complete indifference to the older man’s suffering by falling asleep while Potapov bears his soul. Potapov’s final chance to get his feelings out comes with his horse. Though she cannot answer, she can listen. I think most people can relate to this story in varying degrees at one point or another. We have all suffered some type of tragedy. We have all felt alone and in need of support. "To whom shall I tell my grief?" (Chekhov, 1886). I saw many things in Sand Land. Brothers of mine fell before my eyes. Men that I trained with and laughed with. People over there suffered more than I am able to describe. When I...
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...often passed by churches and thought of how I wished I could believe. To believe would give meaning and purpose for life in this cruel world. Although, the scientific facts we were subjected to in school managed to poke holes in what little faith I did have as a child. As I reflect on my life, I see my children have been my greatest achievement. I found my own happiness in being a mother. My joy came from watching them grow, teaching and nurturing them. I was living the life I had always dreamt of. The life I always wanted. Beautiful, healthy children and a caring, loving, hard working husband that allowed me to be a stay at home mom....
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...She folded her hands upon her bosom, this four-year old child of mine and as her breathing became more labored, prayed as I led her: "Jesus. You love little children: help me!" that was at midnight on November 28, 1932. A few minutes later, she had joined the angels and left us in anguish that numbered all feelings. But t have since risen from the depths to which Sonia's death crushed me, and phoenix- like have left my dead ashes, to sing the charms that the death of one so dearly loved can bring to the soul. I have known the darkness of occasional brooding, but I would dwell most upon a struggle with sorrow that has sweetened my nature, which otherwise, would have been stultified by the pain. Pain, I have realized, is beautiful only when one can rise from its depressing power. I have known the people who have become bitter and cynical under the lash of sorrow, and I have known some who have never recovered from anguish. My experience is important only so far as it may help others towards growth: it is worthless to me if it implies vanity. Sonia is, to me, as fairy tale told or a lyric half lost in fancy, a delicate melody unsung. Had she grown into full womanhood, she might have become an intellectual, for she was deliberate and clear- cut in her language, precise in her reasoning, and keen in sensing nuances which matured minds about her could not appreciate; then, I should have been forever lost, the glamour of its poetry never felt even in vague suggestions, and the delicate...
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...that is led by an ancient poet Virgil, Virgil is a spirit. Throughout the poem Dante’s experience is told in an extremely detailed way that allows the reader to visualize and fully understand hell step by step. Dante uses imagery, figurative language and other writing techniques throughout the poem and in particularly circle seven to show the depth of hardship the two characters face to get to redemption. While traveling to circle seven Dante and Virgil come up to a minotaur, half man half bull that protects the ring. Virgil Taunts the half bull half man, showing the reader he can distract him just like an animal, therefore they can enter the...
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