What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.
quote by Rabindranath Tagore
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Hip Hop has become real constrained. The creative juices and creative flows have been diminished.
quote by Grandmaster Flash
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It's not the stuff......
I offer to help
organize your world,
a simple offer....
your response...
To buy! !
To let you know,
a gift,
is not a payment....
nor an obligation....
a simple smile is enough.
You see,
for me,
it's not the stuff.
I've had everything I've ever needed.
Even more so that I've ever wanted.
Lost, borrowed, and even stolen....
in the grand scheme of life...
always could it be replaced.
What I seek,
what I want.......
if for someone...
with a soul...
not to haunt.
Real,
real,
real,
show me a sunset,
or a star that falls,
declare a love.....
that's all! ! !
My parents taught me to believe that through the creative act, we're able to transcend and give a response to desecration.
quote by Atom Egoyan
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The real woman
Look for that real woman,
so beautiful as was made,
so shiny just like the stars of the night,
so original not like the picture woman.
I call them real for they;
know's their worth,
i call them real 'cos they respect,
even the last breath of their nostri.
I do call them real 'cos they are always proud of being a woman even in the den of men.
Not just a make-up-mask wearing woman,
but a woman of virtuous and dignity,
so strong and brilliant,
not even shieveried by the voice of the day nor the terror in the night.
Call them the real woman,
and they will keep being for real.
poem by Ogbonna Chinemerem
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A verdict of guilt
I like to be stern today
So that you may believe me
That I am serious
About the law and that
I mean it when I punish you
I look at you
As you stand before me
Uncombed hair
The dirt of poverty
All over your body
Unwashed clothes
The odor of your crime
Permeating the room
You look like a
Tattered poem to me
I want to write
Something beautiful
About you
I could have followed
The creative path
Of compassion and
Shy away from form
And reason
Yet society is looking
With anger and thirsting
For revenge
Which they call justice
I hand the verdict
Of conviction
Another body another
Soul shall suffer because
The path is rigid
And too smooth for our
Own creative imagination.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Which implies that the real issue in art is the audience's response. Now I claim that when I make things, I don't care about the audience's response, I'm making them for myself. But I'm making them for myself as audience, because I want to wake myself up.
quote by Richard Foreman
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Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.
quote by Viktor E. Frankl
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The creative and the receptive
To sing is creative; to listen is receptive.
To play is creative; to watch is receptive.
To write is creative; to read is receptive.
In sex, man is creative and woman, receptive.
21.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Creative Heart
Where is a creative heart in grave,
all we pray for is acheivement,
ignoring our creative attitude and pure
heart, we keep praying yet our heart are creative in all areas,
can a creative heart be seen by a faded heart?
Indeed no heart is weak.
poem by Senator alufalism
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The Real World
Excuse me sir,
Could you tell me how to get to the real world?
Oh o oh wow!
Uh huh, the world is a funny place
And its calling you names
Hey hey, the world is a funny place, heeeey
Oh o wow!
Oh wow in the real world walking around
I think Im falling in love again
Hey guardian angel - more light for falling in love
Oh wow!, hey hey
Ho ho the world is a funny place
And its calling you names
Hey hey, the world is a funny place heeeey
Oh wow!
Oh wow in the real world look at the sky
Hear the calling above again
Look mom an angel - all right for falling in love
Deep down in the sea of her
Life is surrounding
You can feel like a dove and then
Like a million rainbows
Here they come again, here they come again
They call it falling in love
They call it falling
Oh wow!
In the real world lookin around
I think Im falling in love with them
In the garden of angels
Ho ho were falling in love (oh wow!)
Hey hey its a real world
Look at the ground
Can you see your reflection there
Everything is single
Here we come again
Here we come again
Hey guardian angel
Open your eyes
And all the love will make you fly -- high
Real world, real world
Were in the real world
Falling in love again
Were in the real world (oh wow!)
Oh wow in the real world walking around
I think Im falling in love again
Hey guardian angel, more light for falling in love
Hey hey its a real world walking around
I think Im falling in love again
Hey guardian angel,
Here we come again, here we come again
They call it falling in love (hey)
They call it falling in love (hey)
They call it falling in love (hey)
They call it falling in love (hey)
They call it falling in love (hey)
They call it falling in love (hey)
They call it falling in love (hey)
They call it falling in love (hey)
Oh wow! hey!
Oh wow!
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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A Hole In The Soul Of Depth
Soul why do you cry out?
In the depth of despair you don't even care-
even if they dare to speak to you...
dare to talk, walk, and share the breath of fresh air with you.
Soul you cry out, yet you do not answer to the beckoning of the caller.
You do not respond to the death of your soul-
losing blood at every waking moment.
In the quiet still of the night you scream once again, but your forever friend
is no longer there in the end...
for that night you did not only bend but you broke again.
You broke of your passions, morals, standards, and love.
You broke of your mercy, spirit, compassion, and your tenderness...
tenderness to understand and not command.
Tenderness to love and not judge.
Tenderness to withstand all life's demands without sinking in the sand and holding your love's left hand.
That part of your soul is gone.
Your soul is beyond hope-
beyond restoration...but only self medication in response to your frustration.
Now it is only devastation...
in response to the hole of your soul.
It is a vicious cycle on an upward slope that leads to no hope only depth of lose...the loss of everything.
poem by RosaLee Marybeth
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These prison walls that this age of trade has built up round us, we can break down. We can still run free, call to our comrades, and marvel to hear once more, in response to our call, the impassioned chant of the human voice.
quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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Leitmotif
I thought it was never compulsive
Yet you tried to be the exclusive
Your behavior sure was talkative
That alone cannot be the positive
You found all people as negative
Your insinuations were abrasive
The aspirations were possessive
Histrionics were again successive
Yet my response was cooperative
Anyways I had no other motive
But was trying the ways creative
And to avoid being too narrative
Leitmotif was only being positive
poem by Udaya Pant
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Blaming speculators as a response to financial crisis goes back at least to the Greeks. It's almost always the wrong response.
quote by Larry Summers
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Something Easy to Do
I am told,
Since I enjoy writing...
I must find it easy to do!
First of all...
If someone finds something easy to do.
And they brag about it,
Not because what is done is 'liked'.
It is done because they find it easy.
Nothing is easy about writing.
In fact,
Those creative things I enjoy...
I don't find easy at all!
There are too many critiques involved.
Folks constantly expressing their judgements.
And then there are those who have jobs and drink coffee,
All day long to tell someone like me,
I should get a real job!
I was told that one time,
By someone taking a two hour lunch break!
And if it takes me two days to a month,
To complete a task...
I don't take breaks until that task is done.
I can't think of one creative person,
Associated with the economic collapse.
No one I know with discipline...
Has time to feed a greed.
And ultimately,
Those of creative minds will have to mend this mess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dialogue With Self
'my insider is tired...'
there's no 'mmm...'
or an 'ahh...'
in response
'this silence has
a thousand needles'
there's no 'is it so? '
'does it pain?
in response
05dec2009
14.30hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Thus the races, though alike in their physical response to climate, may possibly be different in their mental response because they have approached America by different paths.
quote by Ellsworth Huntington
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A Simple Friend
A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.
A simple friend doesn't know your parents first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.
A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why it took you so long to call.
A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.
A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.
A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens the refrigerator and helps himself.
A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had fight
poem by lil island Gal
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So you will see us continue to advance the state of the art or take information that we have in our response data bases and have that drive automation or an automated response by some of our products.
quote by John W. Thompson
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Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, no, no
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothin')
Ain't nothin' like the real thing
Ooh, I've got your picture hangin' on my wall
But it can't see or come to me
When I call your name (When I call your name)
I realize it's just a picture in a frame
I read your letters when you're not near
But they don't move me and they don't groove me
Like when I hear (When I'm in your arms)
Your sweet voice whispering in my ear (In my ear)
No other sound
Is quite the same as your name (Quite the same as your name)
No touch can do half as much to make me feel better
So let's stay together
Ooh, I've got memories (Memories) to look back on
Though they help when you're gone
I'm well aware (I'm well aware)
Nothin' can take the place of you being there (Being there)
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothin')
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, ooh baby
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothin')
Ain't nothin' like the real thing
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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