I am trying to make art that relates to the deepest and most mythic concerns of human kind and I believe that, at this moment of history, feminism is humanism.
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My feminism is humanism, with the weakest being those who I represent, and that includes many beings and life forms, including some men.
quote by Sandra Cisneros
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People have accepted the media's idea of what feminism is, but that doesn't mean that it's right or true or real. Feminism is not monolithic. Within feminism, there is an array of opinions.
quote by Judy Chicago
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Whom Do I Belong To?
Sometimes I wonder
If there is a better species than me
But I found after so much search and hard work
Human being is the supreme
Whom I belong to……..
Then how I could do the deeds
Which can be done by the lower species.
I have the great responsibility and duty
To uplift the human dignity
As I belong to the same community.
How could I believe in those ideas
Where my humanism is wishfully lowered?
I could not bow down to any thing, to any one
The planets, the stars, the moon and the sun
All are suppose to serve the purpose of mine
I have the intellect
I have the language
I have the dream
All are the entities….supreme
So I belong to……..
Super human being.
To believe in this
Fits the things
Makes me high
Puts me on top
Explain the idea of humanism best
No other things than the human being is the greatest.
Whom I belong to….
So whom does God make his friend other than me?
For all these super speciality
I am the supreme
I belong to ….
Super human being.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Too Much Water
Too much, its too much, too much
Got too much water under the bridge
Got too much, too much, got too much
Got too much water under the bridge
I got to think of something, think of something
I got to think of something
We got to hang together, we got to hang together
We got to hang together, or hang separately
Maybe we got time to burn
I got a yen to hear myself talk
But I dont want to make that kind of history
Put your hand on the rock
And maybe youve got nothing left to learn
You put me in a state of shock
But do you want to make that kind of history
Put your hand on the rock
And let it all run out
You know why we got to hang together
Number one aint always number one
Instant karmas always coming back
And I dont want to make that kind of history
Put your hand on the rock
Tell ya mamma natures on the run
Bad karmas running in the back
But do we want to make that kind of history
Put your hand on the rock
And let it all run out
You know why we got to get together
We got no more time to burn
We got to crawl before we can walk
So if you wanna make a new kind of history
Put your hand on the rock
And I got a few things Id like to learn
I get tired of hearing myself squawk
And I wanna make a new kind of history
Put your hand on the rock
And let it all run out
You know why we got to hang together
song performed by by Utopia
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Women Who Are Well-behaved
Women who are well-behaved
do not make history, and they
take second place to the depraved,
whom history gives right of way,
for though officially the word condemns
the women who’re considered lawless,
they’re given diamonds and gems
for being flexible, not flawless.
Kathryn Harrison reviews “Well-Behaved Women Seldom Make History” by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich (“We’re No Angels, ” NYT, September 30,2007) :
Ulrich, a Harvard historian whose “Midwife’s Tale” won the 1991 Pulitzer Prize for history, uses “three classic works in Western feminism” as a springboard for examining the theme of “bad” behavior. Could the popularity of her slogan, she wondered, be explained by “feminism, postfeminism or something much older? ” The answer emerges in Ulrich’s choice of texts: Christine de Pizan’s “Book of the City of Ladies, ” written in 1405; Elizabeth Cady Stanton’s “Eighty Years and More, ” published in 1898; and “A Room of One’s Own, ” based on two lectures Virginia Woolf gave in 1928 — all works by women who “turned to history as a way of making sense of their own lives.” History, Ulrich reminds us, “isn’t just what happens in the past, ” but what we choose to remember. As much invention as discovery, history attempts to make the chaotic present into a coherent picture by comparing it to images, equally artificial, fashioned from events long past. Pizan, Stanton, Woolf: three women with “intellectual fathers” and “domestic mothers, ” who were “raised in settings that simultaneously encouraged and thwarted their love of learning” and “married men who supported their intellectual ambitions.” For each, her “moment of illumination came through an encounter with an odious book” expressing man’s “disdain” for women. Pizan responded to a 15th- century satire containing “diatribes” against her sex, Stanton to law tomes that set forth the rights of husbands and fathers over their wives and daughters, Woolf to “The Mental, Moral and Physical Inferiority of the Female Sex, ” an imagined history representing what she discovered in the reading room of the British Museum.
9/30/07
poem by Gershon Hepner
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To Who It Concerns
to who it concerns
My homework will be late
It fell onto my pancakes
and stuck to my plate
To who it Concerns
My mom made me write this
and I'm just a kid
so how can i fight this
To who it concerns
I lost my assignment
maybe I'll get lucky
solitary confinement
To who it concerns
I just turned 15
too short to be shortstop
too plain to be queen
to who it concerns
I'm great with a ball
but boys don't watch tomboys
as they're cruising the hall
to who it concerns
I'm not made of steel
when I get blind sighted
my pain is quite real
i don't mean to squawk
but it really burns
so I thought i'd just mention it
to who it concerns
By Kristine Sisk
poem by Erin Ryytty
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Human
You are not an evil person
But you hurt me a lot unconsciously
You are not someone who could kill with your bare hand
But your words keep breaking my soul
I try to find the light
So I could stand much longer
I try to remember the laugh
So I could hold back the tears
But I'm also just human
I'm not some kind of superhero
Can you feel the darkness that creeping in my heart?
Or are you just too ignorant
For some kind of human
You keep demanding some more
But what can you offer?
Because I'm the one you could use
Should I'm the one who sacrifice my freedom for your own?
I try to swallow the blame
But it choked in my throat
I try to gain the strength
But all smiles will be faking
And I'm just human
The one who could love but also could hate fiercely without any reason
Have you ever heard my crying fear?
Do you ever reach me to the deepest core?
Or are you just too blind
Like some kind of human
So in the end
What will you do to make me stay?
A command from your authority mind
Or a pitiful plea to my ears
So in the end
Who will gonna be win?
A raging desperate man
Or a wounded pride man
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Then There Were None
Though it be
That life be short
In the eyes of history
In the eyes of the human race
It be long
Prosperous
Inspiring
Which one is correct?
History is incorruptible
From truth
And we live knowing
That at any moment
our long
prosperous
inspiring
could end
The human race be stagnant
persistent
We all end
But as we focus
On the moment comforts
That protect what we want now
Not the things that
Made us
Will end us
poem by Connor Brown
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The History of Now
The recording of culture is history;
but our culture is more than that.
It's the world of human action,
and the myths we make of the fact.
The recording of history is culture,
but our history is more than that.
It informs a hidden agenda.
Unconscious of motive we act.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
It's only the present that exists as endowed.
It's the history of now. The moment - KAPOW!
That knocks you right over and muddies your brow.
Through the prism of language, we know what we know.
We carry our baggage and stories of woe.
Victor and vanquished pride cannot budge,
the dead weight of hatred and ancestral grudge.
We fight our good fights with our hand on our heart;
the music is swelling as loved ones depart.
As sheep to the slaughter, the script cannot chart,
a course more ignoble: the propagandist's art.
The recording of history is culture,
but our culture is more than that.
More than the great individuals,
the scholars so love in their tracts.
The recording of culture is history;
but our history is more than that.
Not simple dates or statistics,
the full horror and gore still attracts.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
A strange contradiction that makes sense somehow.
It's the history of now, a mystery and shroud.
The past and the future: best fiction allowed.
poem by David SmithWhite
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To whom it concerns
To whom it concerns
I yelled at my teacher
but who cares he airn't no precher
To whom it concerns
my homework is going to be late
I will jst say it fell on my panckes and stuck to the plate
To whom it concerns
I faled my test
no one cares
that i did my best
To whom it concerns
I see alot
no one cares about the fight that we fought
To whom it concerns
I see alot of pain
but don't worry
this is just the begining of the lain.
We may affirm, then, that the main drift of the later Renaissance was away from a humanism that favored a free expansion toward a humanism that was in the highest degree disciplinary and selective.
quote by Irving Babbitt
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I'm Beautiful
I am beautiful and having good figure
Brilliant, intelligent and elegant for sure
Everybody wanted my company and close bond
They I am colorful fish in the pond
It is natural to feel drawn and attracted
So many aspirants may make bid and have acted
I stand isolated, feel nothing and remain non-reacted
It is natural to have on anybody’s part and quiet related
I have eyes that has got tremendous glitter
I never speak words that are unpleasant and bitter
This makes me vulnerable to their design
They want me to surrender and simply sign
I would love to have good company
Even though it might have been desired by many
I have to fall in line with established norms
Feel human touch and sentiments very warm
I may go down to vultures with so much assault
Being female it is not of my liking or fault
That has been thrust upon me as desirable act
Every female has to undergo same and not to react
It will be triumphant cry from male chauvinism
Nothing may matter as respect to feminism
Everything is performed under the guise of humanism
Only females are subjected to torture with degree of maximum
It is strain, stress, cry coupled with agony
You may observe it later from your balcony
The whole world may seem to be just hollow
You have no option but to accept and lie low
It may vary from human to human
This may have to happen with all the women
It is right course to be pursued upon
The legalized way of spending life with and March on
It is accepted course of staying together
No one should think more or bother
It may be disliked the way it is felt
But later on it may be like fragrance smelt
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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History
Yesterday is History.
History brings us to this present moment
but it doesn't shape who we are at this present moment.
We can't let our History control us
and who we wish to be.
Our future is our choice,
Not History's.
poem by Tiana Webb
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Be In This Moment
This is what you have, this very moment.
Do not look back.
What would you do with them?
Those glittering moments may just blind you.
You may just sink into the darkness of misery.
Your future, you may plan
Why would you move in there now?
It may be there, even may not be.
Before this moment goes out of hand
Before it is called a history,
You be in this moment,
In this very moment
And make the best out of it
If you can.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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In the Deepest Loneliness There Is No Home
In the deepest loneliness there is no home
We are strangers wherever we are-
All love has vanished into screaming
And all sadness speaks our powerlessness -
In the deepest loneliness
There is not a single human voice that hears us
A single human face we are recognized by -
All space is endless and empty
And we do not touch the ground-
In the deepest loneliness
No way out no way in no way anywhere-
We are just unable to know any light
Dark dark is the world and death inside all our meaninglessness.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Feminism is a political mistake. Feminism is a mistake made by women's intellect, a mistake which her instinct will recognize.
quote by Valentine de Saint-Point
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The Moment (barack Hussain Obama’s Inauguration)
The moment of Obama’s inauguration
Was a fluke of fate written for the nation
It was a moment to be cherished
For all citizens including the perished
It was a moment that brought glory
For abandoning the discriminatory
It was a moment that scribbled in history
And will be every child’s bed-time story
It was a moment that castigated treason
And brought in for the future, a reason
It was a moment that penalized felony
A moment the history foresaw
It was a moment that put an end to racism
Making every black and white equally blossom
It was a moment for the South Africans
A moment that promised the world would awaken
(written for obama, who will bring a change to the world dominating US)
poem by Sania Harris
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I'm convinced that we can shape a different future for this country as it relates to mental health and as it relates to suicide.
quote by David Satcher
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Feminism is hated because women are hated. Anti-feminism is a direct expression of misogyny; it is the political defense of women hating.
quote by Andrea Dworkin
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Humanism
To believe
In the deeds
And sayings
In which
We increase
The honour
Of humanity
Is the best definition
Of humanism
In which
The best point
To see
How we
Born
Our origin
Is it the left rib
Of Adam
Or the monkey?
Is it automatic
Or have
Specific
Reasons
Or
The question
You leave
Suspended
Animation?
It is up to
You
To your
Humanism.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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