When I was 13 I asked my mother if it was possible for this to end - I'd had enough of it. And that was right about the time that we got a call for ""The Exorcist"" interview.
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Interview
(carly simon/don was)
A sweet young man sat on my chair
With a tape machine and a face of fear
He asked how does it feel to be who you are
I thought, this boy really thinks Im a star
I answered him with humility
And then asked him if hed like some tea
Interview, whos interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
He asked if the rug was some ancient, lovely thing
I lied and said yes a gift from a king?
I watched his arms and how his lips moved
He asked me if my parents approved
He asked to see my ruby ring
And if as a child I had liked to sing
Interview, whos interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
I said yes, oh yes 400 times
youre so open? he said do you always tell the truth? ?
never,? i said, whats that? ?
But how would it feel to hold me in your arms
You could get to know me down on the farm
Then you could see me as the child Ive become
cause being grown up can be so lonesome
Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
Interview, whos interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
song performed by by Carly Simon
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A Daughter's Wish
I wish I had a mother,
That would love me the way she should.
I wish I had a mother,
To accept me for who I am.
I wish I had a mother,
Who wouldn’t belittle me the way she does.
I wish I had a mother,
Who would trust me some of the time.
I wish I had a mother,
That would listen to me when I’m in pain.
I wish I had a mother,
Who would trust me just abit.
I wish I had a mother,
Who would help me when I asked.
I wish I had a mother,
Who didn’t criticize me the way she does.
I wish I had a mother,
Who would understand the pain she’s caused
I wish I had a mother,
Who didn’t have to be right all the time.
I wish I had a mother,
Who would see the good that I’ve done.
I wish I had a mother,
Who wouldn’t make me beg for her love.
poem by A.M. Belsey
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If he hadn't done that interview with Bashir, he wouldn't be there now. That was the first time he ever did an interview like that. He was afraid of something like that all along. And it happened.
quote by Joseph Jackson
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Talking PooH
I asked my friend
What do you call Cow PooH?
He said: Flap, or Cow Flop
I asked my friend
What do you call Horse PooH?
He said: Horse apples or Balls
I asked my friend
What do you call Rabbit PooH?
He said: Rapido Raisins
I then asked him
What is the capital of China
He did not know the answer
I said then to him
All you can talk about is Sh*t
poem by David Darbyshire
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A Child’s Prayer
HOLY MOTHER! Holy Mother!
In the dark I fear.
Light me with thy shining eyes,
Be thou ever near.
Holy Mother! Holy Mother!
Call thy little Son,
Bid Him bring me praying dreams
Ere the night be done.
Call the angels, call them early,
Bid them fly to thee,
One to call the little birds,
One to waken me.
poem by Silas Weir Mitchell
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Interview Conceptual
INTERVIEW CONCEPTUAL
One of his most senior advisers took me to one side and said: 'If there is a question I do not like, I will tell the president not to answer it.'
'I'm sorry, ' I said, 'that's not the way we do interviews at the BBC.'
The aide grimaced but reluctantly agreed not to intervene.
Stephen Sackur
Presenter, BBC HARDtalk
the interview is conceptual map you'd better draw in a psychological awareness and with a think-good aesthetics.
(BBC interview with Myanmar president U THein Sein in sep,2012.
I Call You Friend
I call You kindness
I call You gentleness
I call You Truth.
I call You beauty
I call You wisdom
I call You Beloved.
I call You light
I call You trust
I call You father, mother,
daughter, son
I love You because I must
I call You Friend.
poem by Gillian Commerford
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At awards time, The Exorcist was nominated in 11 categories, everybody but the janitor was up for an Oscar. There was no category for what I did.
quote by Mercedes McCambridge
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Mother Once Said...
My mother once said
'Don`t open your mouth before
Elders and those with white hairs'.
My mother also said
'Don`t speak unless asked'.
My mouth asked me once,
'What is my role in your life? '
I said, 'My mother has said nothing about it'.
I added, 'You swallow and eat'.
My mouth has been quiet since.
My friends said, 'Your mother is wise'.
My father said, 'She is my strength'.
I wondered how she could be so great!
Then was born my kid brother with a big mouth.
My mother said to my kid brother too
Not to do those old things
But his mouth spoke everything
Everything that I never dared.
And his mouth swallowed, ate and spoke.
Today my mother is no more
And my father is is weak and worn out.
I still remember my mother`s words.
While my kid brother speaks out his mind
My mouth refuses to speak out its regrets....
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Once we get them in the studio, you interview a person the same way you would interview another. You ask them a question. You let them answer. You try to listen closely and then ask a follow-up.
quote by Bob Schieffer
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Here we have a situation where a defendant in a case agrees to an interview with Dan Rather. It happened to be not confidential. But it was an interview with Dan Rather.
quote by Floyd Abrams
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One of the first things I did was interview the President of the United States. Some people work their whole lives and can't interview someone of that stature.
quote by Maria Menounos
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Change
The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.
I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?
with no response to my question there was a pause...
but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...
for a change.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Mother In Law
(a. toussaint)
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law
The worst person I know
Mother in law, mother in law
She worries me so
Mother in law, mother in law
If she leaves us alone
We could have a happy home
Sent from down below
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law
Satan should be her name
Mother in law, mother in law
To me theyre about the same
Mother in law, mother in law
Everytime I open my mouth
Steps in trying to put me out
How could you stood so low
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law
Come home with my pay
Mother in law, mother in law
She asks me what I made
Mother in law, mother in law
She thinks her advice is a contribution
If she would leave that would be the solution
Dont come back no more
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law....
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Henry and Woman Servicing
You don't want to go
With that kind of woman,
Henry's mother said.
What kind of woman
is that? Henry asked.
The kind that offer
themselves to men
who are not their
husbands, his mother
replied, sitting back
in the soft chair by
the fireplace, joining
her fingers, forming
what she used to call
her church. Henry watched
her church form of finger
forming, his eyes sliding
over his mother's dyed
hair, the grey streaks,
the nose, the thin red
painted lips. But isn't
that kind of women
providing a service?
Henry asked, walking
to the window, watching
his father mowing the
lawn, sweat on the brow,
the eyes dead looking.
Service? His mother said,
her tone icy, Service?
She repeated, that's not
service, Henry that's sin.
S.I.N. Henry raised his
eyebrows, there was in
the pocket of his pants,
a pack of fives, unused
as yet. Oh, Henry said,
Duncan Smold had this
woman in the back of
his car, he called it hard
smooching or some such
word. Henry's mother
eyed him closely, her eyes
narrowing. Then he sinned,
Henry, he sinned, she said,
pushing a hand through
her hair, her features going
red. Oh, right, Henry said,
I'll tell Duncan next time
he's in his car with some
woman in the back, that
he's sinning, Henry turned
away, he didn't want his
mother to see him grinning.
poem by Terry Collett
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I do not believe that I have had an interview with anybody in twenty-five years in which the person to whom I was talking was not annoyed during the early part of the interview by my asking stupid questions.
quote by Harry Stack Sullivan
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Mr. Big Toe Wants To Interview Suzaria
Suzaria is the princess that Mr. Big Toe knows,
she is living now right on the street Coconut Row.
Lexius the wizard takes her to all the fun places that are nice,
he buys her nice things without thinking twice.
Mr. Big Toe wants to interview her on his radio show,
but Suzaria is too busy filming videos on the go.
Maybe next time when she is in his town,
she might do an interview if Mr. Big Toe dresses up like a clown.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Bible Verse
I asked the child why did she curse
Her answer was, she knew not a Bible verse
She never went to church or knew how to say a prayer
So all that she knew, was how to curse and swear,
I was told that her mother had taught her well
But never taught her about heaven or even hell
And all that she knew is from what she had read
While listening to the words that her mother had said.
I asked the child why did she lie
Her response to me, it is better than to cry
As things got bad and then they turned worse
That's all that she knew, and she knew not a Bible verse,
Her mother had told her the things not to do
But then they differed from other's points of view
And all the child knew was from what she had seen
As she watched her mother, which was unforeseen.
I asked the child why did she steal
Taking from others for a terrible ordeal
She answered me, as she placed the goods in her purse
'It is the way that I am', and I know not of a Bible verse
Someday soon I will probably smoke and drink
Spoke the child to me as she began to think
But then am I not the girl that my mother did raise
And every day to my mother, I give her praise.
I asked the child why did she fight
She then said to me, it's better than being polite
Her mother's honor again she had to defend
And fighting is all that she could comprehend
So the child then wiped the pain off of her face
As she slowly walked away in sadness and disgrace
The last thing she said to me as we did converse
She said, I truly wish that I knew a Bible verse.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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When I Sat To Write
today morning
i sat down to write
the poem that was
lingering in my mind
'can i have the laptop? '
said my husband
'i want my breakfast'
screamed my son
'i want the laundry'
asked the maid'
'i want to talk'
said my sister
'call me'
messaged my mother
'just a min'
cried I
now the words
in my head are drowned,
with the noises
of the household
wife, mother, sister first
the poet in me got to wait! !
poem by Reshma Ramesh
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My Mother's friend
she has huge breasts,
her skin is dark like tea my mother makes
she sits with my mother in the kitchen talking crap
they have been there for three hours now
I look through the gap in the door and the frame
She is smoking, her lips kiss the cigarette
She is old enough to be my mother
I wish she was sometimes
I would do everything she asked
I wish she was my mother
poem by Robert Cooper
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