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Certainly almost everything we do and think is colored in some way by memes, but it is important to realize that not everything we experience is a meme. If I walk down the street and see a tree, the basic perception that's going on is not memetic.

quote by Susan Blackmore
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Je la revois, après vingt ans, l'île où Décembre

Je la revois, après vingt ans, l'île où Décembre
Me jeta, pâle naufragé.
La voilà ! c'est bien elle. Elle est comme une chambre
Où rien encor n'est dérangé.

Oui, c'était bien ainsi qu'elle était ; il me semble
Qu'elle rit, et que j'aperçois
Le même oiseau qui fuit, la même fleur qui tremble,
La même aurore dans les bois ;

Il me semble revoir, comme au fond d'un mirage,
Les champs, les vergers, les fruits mûrs,
Et dans le firmament profond le même orage,
Et la même herbe au pied des murs,

Et le même toit blanc qui m'attend et qui m'aime,
Et, par delà le flot grondeur,
La même vision d'un éden, dans la même
Éblouissante profondeur.

Oui, je la reconnais cette grève enchantée,
Comme alors elle m'apparut,
Rive heureuse où l'on cherche Acis et Galatée,
Où l'on trouve Booz et Ruth ;

Car il n'est pas de plage, ou de montagne, ou d'île,
Parmi les abîmes amers,
Mieux faite pour cacher les roses de l'idylle
Sous la tragique horreur des mers.

Ciel ! océan ! c'était cette même nature,
Gouffre de silence et de bruit,
Ayant on ne sait quelle insondable ouverture
Sur la lumière et sur la nuit.

Oui, c'étaient ces hameaux, oui, c'étaient ces rivages ;
C'était le même aspect mouvant,
La même âcre senteur de bruyères sauvages,
Les mêmes tumultes du vent ;

C'était la même vague arrachant aux décombres
Les mêmes dentelles d'argent ;
C'étaient les mêmes blocs jetant les mêmes ombres
Au même éternel flot changeant ;

C'étaient les mêmes caps que l'onde ignore et ronge,
Car l'âpre mer, pleine de deuils,
Ne s'inquiète pas, dans son effrayant songe,
De la figure des écueils ;

C'était la même fuite immense des nuées ;
Sur ces monts, où Dieu vient tonner,
Les mêmes cimes d'arbre, en foule remuées,
N'ont pas fini de frissonner ;

C'était le même souffle ondoyant dans les seigles ;
Je crois revoir sur l'humble pré
Les mêmes papillons, avec les mêmes aigles
Sur l'océan démesuré ;

C'était le même flux couvrant l'île d'écume,
Comme un cheval blanchit le mors ;
C'était le même azur, c'était la même brume.
Et combien vivaient, qui sont morts !

poem by Victor Hugo
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Croquis de cloître (I)

Dans un pesant repos d'après-midi vermeil,
Les stalles en vieux chêne éteint sont alignées,
Et le jour traversant les fenêtres ignées
Etale, au fond du choeur, des nattes de soleil.

Et les moines dans leurs coules toutes les mêmes,
- Mêmes plis sur leur manche et mêmes sur leur froc,
Même raideur et même attitude de roc -
Sont là debout, muets, plantés sur deux rangs blêmes.

Et l'on s'attend à voir leurs gestes arrêtés
Se prolonger soudain et les versets chantés
Rompre, à tonnantes voix, ces silences qui pèsent ;

Mais rien ne bouge, au long du sombre mur qui fuit,
Et les heures s'en vont, par le couvent, sans bruit,
Et toujours et toujours les grands moines se taisent.

poem by Emile Verhaeren
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To William Carlos Williams, sorta

I would talk to you
of shadows cast by street lights;
but not so much in words

rather, take a walk with you,
say, this is a street I know well,
may we walk together?

not to influence or be insistent,
but rather, see this, and this, so
let’s pause a while here,

perhaps just for a comma, or a space, or
the setting out upon the page,
a walk together,

a poem as a guiding of the reader
in the experience of the poem
I’d like to share,

not as insistence but rather
see it as loving care
as one would unwrap

some treasured heirloom
from its silk wrapping – this
I care for, you should know

and perhaps, as we walk together
through the experience of the poem
there’ll grow, a friendly trust

of imagination shared;
and like old friends, we can then talk
of anything, of everything.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Christmas Time Again

While driving to get our Christmas tree
We sang some Christmas carols
Like Jingle Bells and Frosty
And some other sweet noels.
We picked our favorite Christmas tree
And tied it to the roof
Then drove home very slowly
As we played more Christmas music.
When putting up the Christmas tree
It starts to smell like pine
It finally feels like Christmas
Now it's decoration time.
We draped the tree with colored lights
And multi-colored balls
Then put an Angel here and there
And let the tinsel fall.
Dad placed the star atop the tree
And then he plugged it in,
Then the colored lights began to dance
It's Christmas time again.

poem by Christy York
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My Return To The Magical Mystery Tree

Many kids run through the grass
Playing whatever game they've chosen

Passing them by
I walk up to the magicial mystery tree

I've paid a visit to the magicial mystery
tree before
And some have said that they can see
on the tree, a door
And some have said that they never saw
anything on the tree

I can see the door
But it's locked up tight
And try as I may
I can't unlock it
Not even with the help of the sunlight

Some say there's a whole different world
inside the magical mystery tree
Some say that only fairies and their friends
live inside the magical mystery tree
But no one knows for sure

So
After a few minutes in thought
Thinking of what I should do in the meantime
at the magical mystery tree
I decide to leave some very small gifts behind
for the fairies and their friends

Leaving behind some flowers and jewels
for the fairies and their friends
I certainly hope they'll enjoy them
I place near the door of the magical mystery
tree

After that
I realize I'm all done here
I gaze at the magical mystery tree for a few
moments
Until I realize it's time for me to be on my way

Looking at the magical mystery tree one last
time
I smile
Then I turn and walk away

Enjoy the gifts I've left behind
Fairies and friends

poem by Justin Gildow
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This Tree -Lined Street/ I Walk Down Everyday

THE TREE –LINED STREET / I WALK DOWN EVERYDAY

The tree- lined street
I walk down everyday
Its beauty-
How long has it been this way?
Twenty? Fifty years?
How many years will it remain?
Everything goes away
A hundred years? Two – thousand years?
All is waiting
To go away forever-
And what will become of all this world?
These beauties we have seen?

Another day. Another day.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Street Mission

I dont know
Man, I just got here
You got me thinking
Im about to leave
Some say maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
What I know know know
What I know know know
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I love to stare
I love to watch myself grow
Someday, maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
And Im promising nothing
Im just living a smile
I casually arrange it
I know...well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I live an image
Of plastic and gold
Some say maybe tomorrow
A resurrection, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Oh...
Oh...
Oh...i need something
I need someone
I need you
Oh...Ive got something
Ive got someone
Ive got you
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Good night

song performed by by U2
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Street Missions

I don't know
Man, I just got here
You got me thinking
I'm about to leave
Some say maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
What I know know know
What I know know know
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I love to stare
I love to watch myself grow
Someday, maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
And I'm promising nothing
I'm just living a smile
I casually arrange it
I know...well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I live an image
Of plastic and gold
Some say maybe tomorrow
A resurrection, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Oh...
Oh...
Oh...I need something
I need someone
I need you
Oh...I've got something
I've got someone
I've got you
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Good night

song performed by by U2
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A la fenêtre, pendant la nuit

Les étoiles, points d'or, percent les branches noires ;
Le flot huileux et lourd décompose ses moires
Sur l'océan blêmi ;
Les nuages ont l'air d'oiseaux prenant la fuite ;
Par moments le vent parle, et dit des mots sans suite,
Comme un homme endormi.

Tout s'en va. La nature est l'urne mal fermée.
La tempête est écume et la flamme est fumée.
Rien n'est, hors du moment,
L'homme n'a rien qu'il prenne, et qu'il tienne, et qu'il garde.
Il tombe heure par heure, et, ruine, il regarde
Le monde, écroulement.

L'astre est-il le point fixe en ce mouvant problème ?
Ce ciel que nous voyons fut-il toujours le même ?
Le sera-t-il toujours?
L'homme a-t-il sur son front des clartés éternelles ?
Et verra-t-il toujours les mêmes sentinelles
Monter aux mêmes tours ? [...

poem by Victor Hugo
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Do You Even Know Me?

Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.

Like best friends.
To trust, in the inner most exposing.
A naked body cradled lying on the ground.
Water flows freely to every extremity.
Feeling equal inside.
Throwing away every last bit of pride.

Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.

A persona amplified by class.
I want to eliminate all of it as I pass.
We are all flawed.
Why in our eyes all that is seen is rejection?
Stay away from me you have an infection.
A carcinogenic ailment.
Oh it spreads to quickly.

Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.

Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.

Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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It's important for people to realize I don't want to be the It guy. I want to crawl before I walk. I want to learn about things before I jump into them.

quote by Carson Daly
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La vie

Il faut admirer tout pour s'exalter soi-même
Et se dresser plus haut que ceux qui ont vécu
De coupable souffrance et de désirs vaincus :
L'âpre réalité formidable et suprême
Distille une assez rouge et tonique liqueur
Pour s'en griser la tête et s'en brûler le coeur.

Oh clair et pur froment d'où l'on chasse l'ivraie !
Flamme nette, choisie entre mille flambeaux
D'un légendaire éclat, mais d'un prestige faux !
Dites, marquer son pas dans l'existence vraie,
Par un chemin ardu vers un lointain accueil,
N'ayant d'autre arme au front que son lucide orgueil !

Marcher dans sa fierté et dans sa confiance,
Droit à l'obstacle, avec l'espoir très entêté
De le réduire, à coup précis de volonté,
D'intelligence prompte ou d'ample patience
Et de sentir croître et grandir le sentiment
D'être, de jour en jour, plus fort, superbement.

Aimer avec ferveur soi-même en tous les autres
Qui s'exaltent de même en de mêmes combats
Vers le même avenir dont on entend le pas ;
Aimer leur coeur et leur cerveau pareils aux vôtres
Parce qu'ils ont souffert, en des jours noirs et fous,
Même angoisse, même affre et même deuil que nous.

Et s'enivrer si fort de l'humaine bataille
- Pâle et flottant reflet des monstrueux assauts
Ou des groupements d'or des étoiles, là-haut -
Qu'on vit en tout ce qui agit, lutte ou tressaille
Et qu'on accepte avidement, le coeur ouvert,
L'âpre et terrible loi qui régit l'univers.

poem by Emile Verhaeren
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Capital isn't that important in business. Experience isn't that important. You can get both of these things. What is important is ideas.

quote by Harvey S. Firestone
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Out In The Street

Put on your best dress baby
And darlin, fix your hair up right
Cause theres a party, honey
Way down beneath the neon lights
All day youve been working that hard line
Now tonight youre gonna have a good time
I work five days a week girl
Loading crates down on the dock
I take my hard earned money
And meet my girl down on the block
And monday when the foreman calls time
Ive already got friday on my mind
When that whistle blows
Girl, Im down the street
Im home, Im out of my work clothes
When Im out in the street
I walk the way I wanna walk
When Im out in the street
I talk the way I wanna talk
When Im out in the street
When Im out in the street
When Im out in the street, girl
Well, I never feel alone
When Im out in the street, girl
In the crowd I feel at home
The black and whites they cruise by
And they watch us from the corner of their eye
But there aint no doubt girl, down here
We aint gonna take what theyre handing out
When Im out in the street
I walk the way I wanna walk
When Im out in the street
I talk the way I wanna talk
Baby, out in the street I dont feel sad or blue
Baby, out in the street Ill be waiting for you
When the whistle blows
Girl, Im down the street
Im home, Im out of my work clothes
When Im out in the street
I walk the way I wanna walk
When Im out in the street
I talk the way I wanna talk
When Im out in the street
Pretty girls, theyre all passing by
When Im out in the street
From the corner, we give them the eye
Baby, out in the street I just feel all right
Meet me out in the street, little girl, tonight
Meet me out in the street
Meet me out in the street

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Walk On The Wild Side

Holly came from miami f.l.a.
Hitch hicked away cross u.s.a.
Plucked her eye brows on the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she, she said
Hey babe take a walk on the wild side
Said hey honey take a walk on the wild side
Candy came from out on the island
In the back room she was every bodys darling
But she never lost head
Enven when she even head she said
Hey babe take a walk on the wild side
Said hey babe take a walk on the wild side
And the colored girls godoo doo doo
Little joe never once gave it away
Every body had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New york city is the place where they said
Hey babe take a walk on the wild side
Said hey joe take a walk on the wild side
Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets
Looking for soul food and a place to eat
Went to the appollo
You should have seen him go go go
They said hey sugar take a walk on the wild side
I said hey babe take a walk on the wild side
Jackie is just speeding away
Thouht she was james dean for a day
Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would have helped that bash
She said hey babe take a walk on the wild side
Said hey honey take a walk on the wild side
And the colored girls say doo doo doo

song performed by by Vanessa Paradis
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Many Are The People

I see a tree.
But knowing what it goes through,
On a daily basis to be a tree...
I can't say I know.
Therefore,
A knowing about it...
I can not prove or show.

I see squirrels, birds, cats and dogs,
On a daily basis...
To be what is perceived are animals.
Are they more or less intelligent than you,
Or me?
I can not claim to know this.
None have I met to chat with personally.

And that applies to people.
Many are the people with different ethnicities.
Many are their languages spoken,
And only fluent am I in one of these.
With a labelling by races and religious philosophies.
But can I claim to know them?
Not really. That would be too presumptuous of me.

But there are those who claim to know,
What is unseen.
They claim to know what others do,
Without having them on the scene.
Walk down any street anywhere and hear folks say,
Something about someone else to belittle and demean.
And not know one thing about them but they do it anyway.

Many are the people who would have others believe,
They know everything about someone else...
Including their history.
And these very same people are the reason why,
There is confusion and chaos in other people's lives...
From an ignorance known that shows.
And that fact should be prioritized as an agenda to realize.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I realized immediately that this was a terribly important discovery, but I didn't realize how important it would be until we had spent a lot of time in the laboratory studying it.

quote by Donald Johanson
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O'.. There Comes My Fiancee!

All the teen boys playing in the street
Stop their play and suddenly turn into adult!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

Even the swaying elderly men
Tries to steady them throwing the stick!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

The ape which jumps tree to tree
Made its mind to sit on the wall watching!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

Even the drivers of speedy vehicles stop
And look keenly at the sides of speed breaker!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

All the teen age girls are disgusted,
And discouraged at their sight on the platform!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

O'.. I see! There comes my fiancee!
On that street side in the fading sunlight …! !

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Walk On (Keep On Movin')

Walk on
Keep on walking and don't look back
You gotta keep on down the track
The future's yours to shape and mold
The past is past beyond control
So walk on
Walk on
Baby walk on
Walk on
Walk on
You gotta struggle up them hills
To realize the downward thrills
When night confuses where you are
Then just look up at that guiding star
So walk on
Walk on
Baby walk on
Baby baby let me walk with you (walk on)
Baby baby let me walk (walk on)
The wind may blow the sky may fall
But if you're strong you'll go through it all
And just as long as your aim is true
There'll come a day your goal's in view
So come on
Baby baby let me walk with you
Baby baby let me walk
Keep on moving
Keep on grooving
And when you reach where you belong
You'll find it's where you first started from
And through it all you're still the same
You swear it's them not you who's changed
So walk on walk on walk on
Keep on moving
Just Keep on moving yeah
Better keep on moving yeah

song performed by by Donna Summer
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Walk On

Walk on
Keep on walking and don't look back
You gotta keep on down the track
The future's yours to shape and mold
The past is past beyond control
So walk on
Walk on
Baby walk on
Walk on
Walk on
You gotta struggle up them hills
To realize the downward thrill
When night confuses where you are
Then just look up at that guiding star
So walk on
Walk on
Baby walk on
Baby baby let me walk with you (walk on)
Baby baby let me walk (walk on)
The wind may blow the sky may fall
But if you're strong you'll go through it all
And just as long as your aim is true
There'll come a day your goal's in view
So come on
Baby baby let me walk with you
Baby baby let me walk
Keep on moving
Keep on moving
And when you reach where you belong
You'll find it's where you first started from
And through it all you're still the same
You swear it's them not you who's changed
So walk on walk on walk on
Keep on moving
Just keep on moving yeah
Better keep on moving yeah

song performed by by Donna Summer
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