For the first week of the Sian events I was a first aid worker in the streets of Sian.
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Warm My Heart
Brown hair
Crystal blue eyes
I'm somehow hypnotised
Funny, charming and smart
You smile warms my heart.
If only you could see
How I feel
Who is really me
If only time could heal
How I used to be.
By Sian Mein
I Hate It
I hate not seeing you
I hate seeing you so sad
It makes me feel so lonely
I makes me guilty and quite sad.
I hate seeing you in that pain
I hate not being there
You're the reason I stay saini
But seeing you like that, I really can't bare.
I hate it when I miss you
I hate when we're apart
The way you copy me when I say shoe
Because you are the one I need to fix my broken heart.
By Sian Mein
A Disney Tale
You say you're Cinderella
Or you would like to be
Does this mean that you've found
Your Prince Charming in me?
You also say you're Jasmine
So Princess, please be mine
A whole new world I'll show you
A world of love divine
Your favorite is Tinkerbell
So I'll be Peter Pan
Together we can fly away
Off to Neverland
And if you're Sleeping Beauty
Then I will be the one
To kiss your lips, open your eyes
And fill your life with sun
And if I was the Beast
And your name was Bell
I know that I could count on you
To free me from the spell
And if I was Prince Eric
Would you come with me?
As my Ariel I'd show you
A love deeper than the sea
Just like a Disney tale
Filled all with love and laughter
You and I will be together
Happily ever after
So tell me your desires
I'll make your dreams come true
A life of happiness
Princess, I'll share with you.
By Sian Mein
More Than a Game
LeBron James, Dru Joyce, Romeo Travis, Sian Cotton, Willie McGee
from More Than a Game (2008)
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Tallulah
Uzo Aduba, Ellen Page, Zachary Quinto, Allison Janney, Evan Jonigkeit, Tammy Blanchard, Jasson Finney, David Zayas, John Benjamin Hickey
by Sian Heder from Tallulah (2016)
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Divine Epigrams: On the Baptized Ethiopian
Let it no longer be a forlorn hope
To wash an Ethiope;
He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade,
For his white soul is made;
And now, I doubt not, the Eternal Dove
A black-fac'd house will love.Credits and CopyrightTogether with the editors, the Department ofEnglish (University of Toronto), and the University of Toronto Press,the following individuals share copyright for the work that wentinto this edition:Screen Design (Electronic Edition): Sian Meikle (University ofToronto Library)Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)
poem by Richard Crashaw
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And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale
And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky East,
A white and shapeless mass--Credits and CopyrightTogether with the editors, the Department ofEnglish (University of Toronto), and the University of Toronto Press,the following individuals share copyright for the work that wentinto this edition:Screen Design (Electronic Edition): Sian Meikle (University ofToronto Library)Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Beelsebub Ei Nuku Koskaan
Joskus iden tunteina
voi varmasti sen aistia
ettei ole yksin.
Kaikki tss huoneessa
ehk' ei paljastu kerralla siis
varaudu ylltyksiin.
Ja tee mit teet,
kunhan muistat vaan.
Vanha Beelsebub ei
nuku koskaan.
Ei nuku koskaan.
Kun kiltit idin kiltit ist
kiltit lapset nukkumaan
peitelty on saateltu on
hyhen saarten satamaan.
Niin varjoista esiin ontuu
katalia kulkijoita
siis tuskin turhaan heist kukaan
tarkkailee taivaita noita.
Kun musta pilvi seurailee
yll kulkee liikahtaa
kaiken muistiin kirjoittaa
vain punakyn kiiruhtaa.
Aivan.
Niin kaupunki nukkuu
kristityn untaan
vaan vanha Beelsebub ei
nuku koskaan
Ja kuolevaiset kuten me
ilman yn unta uuvumme
yht vain uni ei paina
yksi unta valvoo aina.
Puoli vartaloa vallan
ikneidollamme on
tuolla paremmalla puolen
pihan roskalaatikon.
Naapureidensa elm
kovin rouvaa kiinnostaa
mutta jokin mys hnen
taivaltansa varjostaa.
Kun musta pilvi seurailee
yll kulkee kiinni saa
pilvest suuri nyrkki
kunnotonta kumauttaa.
Aivan.
Niin tee mit teet,
kunhan muistat vaan.
Vanha Beelsebub ei
nuku koskaan.
Ja kukapa tiet
jos hn poistaakin lian
vaientaa sian
lapsetkaan ei edes itke uskalla
saatanan suurennuslasin alla
suurinkin mies on pieni pian
Poistaakin lian
vaientaa sian
lapsetkaan ei edes itke uskalla
saatanan suurennuslasin alla
suurinkin mies on pieni pian.
Tee mit teet,
kunhan muistat vaan.
Vanha Beelsebub ei
nuku koskaan.
Ja vaikka kaupunki nukkuu
kristityn untaan
niin van
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Sikamusiikkia
...Nyt ohi humalaisen isntmme
teurastusplkyn
me nipin-napin, kipin-kapin,
sorkin sukkelin yn selkn kymme
ja joukkomme
riekkuu
rhkii
katoaa taa kotihaan.
Vapaus!
...Me saparomme kytmme yhteen ja
sorkkamme
ruopivat pian uutta multaa.
Ja ltin vanhin - sydn puhdasta kultaa -
meit
johdattaa
alle sateenkaaren.
Ja satumaan.
Veljeys!
"Koskaan ei en ihmisksi
possunaarastani hpise
- ei orjuuta -
ei tuki
sian
suurta suuta!"
Ja silloin se valtava karju,
suurin kaikista
...sylkee sorkkiinsa...
karjahtaa...
trytt torveensa - ja vaatii kuulla
sikamusiikkia!
...hnen sanojensa mukaan 96%
teuraskarjasta
jo valmistautumaan voi kyd
ihmispaholaisen
sortovaltaa vastaan, jos vain
sikamusiikkia
saadaan...takuulla!
Sikamusiikkia!
Sikamusiikkia!
Sikamusiikkia!
song performed by by YUP
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United Front Song
And because a man is human
He'll want to eat, and thanks a lot
But talk can't take the place of meat
or fill an empty pot.
So left, two, three!
So left, two, three!
Comrade, there's a place for you.
Take your stand in the workers united front
For you are a worker too.
And because a man is human
he won't care for a kick in the face.
He doesn't want slaves under him
Or above him a ruling class.
So left, two, three!
So left, two, three!
Comrade, there's a place for you.
Take your stand in the workers united front
For you are a worker too.
And because a worker's a worker
No one else will bring him liberty.
It's nobody's work but the worker' own
To set the worker free.
So left, two, three!
So left, two, three!
Comrade, there's a place for you.
Take your stand in the workers united front
For you are a worker too.
poem by Bertolt Brecht
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On Mr. G. Herbert's Book, Entitled the Temple of Sacred Poe
Know you fair, on what you look;
Divinest love lies in this book,
Expecting fire from your eyes,
To kindle this his sacrifice.
When your hands untie these strings,
Think you'have an angel by th' wings.
One that gladly will be nigh,
To wait upon each morning sigh.
To flutter in the balmy air
Of your well-perfumed prayer.
These white plumes of his he'll lend you,
Which every day to heaven will send you,
To take acquaintance of the sphere,
And all the smooth-fac'd kindred there.
And though Herbert's name do owe
These devotions, fairest, know
That while I lay them on the shrine
Of your white hand, they are mine.Credits and CopyrightTogether with the editors, the Department ofEnglish (University of Toronto), and the University of Toronto Press,the following individuals share copyright for the work that wentinto this edition:Screen Design (Electronic Edition): Sian Meikle (University ofToronto Library)Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)
poem by Richard Crashaw
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Last Week
Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run,
But he should have gone there last week.
He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun,
But of turkey of duck saw never a one,
For he should have been there last week,
They said,
There were flocks of 'em there last week.
He wended his way to a waterfall,
And he should have gone there last week.
He carried a camera, legs and all,
But the day was hot and the stream was small,
For he should have gone there last week,
They said,
They drowned a man there last week.
He went for a drive, and he made a start,
Which should have been made last week,
For the old horse died of a broken heart;
So he footed it home and he dragged the cart --
But the horse was all right last week,
They said,
He trotted a match last week.
So he asked all the bushies who came from afar
To visit the town last week
If the'd dine with him, and they said "Hurrah!"
But there wasn't a drop in the whisky jar --
You should have been here last week,
He said,
I drank it all up last week!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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End Of The Week
I get out of work
And then I throw away all of my cares
I get out of work
And then I wash the week out my hair
Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
Its hard as could be
But by old friday evening
Were free, were free, were free
End of the week
The weekend started
Been working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Youre tasting freedom
No one to push you around
End of the week
And life has a reason
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Street are alive
You know everybodys going somewhere
You put on the slide
You gotta beat the crowd just everywhere
And all the music all the dancing
Get you so high
And all that sweet romancing
Oh my, oh my, oh my
End of the week
The weekend started
Working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Feels good now
Feels good now
End of the week
End of the week
Its real good now
Real good now
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Week In Week Out
IIs there something more?
Surely there must be
You can't lose everything
So you're quite happy
To live with nothing more
Than a life-long shopping list
You tick off on credit
Well you'll pay for it
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Where are you going to turn?
When all ambition fails?
Why try any more
If human nature's stale?
Invite the hand of God
To touch the lucky few
There's no such thing as God
Nor easy money too?
Week in and week out
These lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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Events follow one another like the days of the week.
Today
Today we looked at the crazy streets
rushing to get through the end of the week
I stopped to smell the flowers in the air
I often wonder if anyone cares?
Today I will not let anyone get to me.
The one thing that make me strong is that I believe.
Today I looked at the crazy streets
Rushing to get to the end of the week...
Today I will finish
and tomorrow I will complete..............
02.05.08
Sita Cabrera
poem by Sita Cabrera
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I come to Fashion Week events in New York City twice a year.
quote by Oksana Baiul
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A Farmer's Value
The worker in the field plays a vital role
Without him to operate the tractors and combines
The crop will not be quickly harvested
Without workers in the field
Supply will diminish; demand will go through the roof
The human will then be carnivorous
Relying solely on the animal for food
Meanwhile, the animal eats the crop
That the worker does not harvest
I appreciate and praise the hard worker
For he is harvesting the crop I consume.
poem by Nick Leary
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First Week/last Week... Carefree
Can we run that again
Is that a womans voice I hear?
I said, lets wait and see. Ill see for myself
Thats a phrase I repeat
To myself
Made a reference to me and
Thats myself too
What progress I have made the first week
First week
First week
First week
Every sentence I use
Refer to women and their names
I heard the voice first last week
I heard it myself
Made a reference to me
Thats myself
This reports incomplete
I see for myself
Every appointment has been moved to last week
Last week
Last week
Last week
Oh...
Ah...
Oh...
I heard the voice first last week
I heard it myself
Made a reference to me
And thats myself
This reports incomplete
I see for myself
Every appointment has been been moved to last week
Last week
Last week
Last week
Oh...
Ah...
Oh...
song performed by by Talking Heads
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I'm like a decathlete who does all of the events he's used to, but is being forced by certain circumstances to focus on three events, and being forced to focus on events that he wasn't that interested in, and also weren't his strongest events.
quote by Michael Nyman
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