The calling of the humanities is to make us truly human in the best sense of the word.
quote by J. Irwin Miller
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I think most of us sense that it is a responsibility of the humanities to try to help better the conduct of human beings in their lives and manifold professional activities.
quote by J. Irwin Miller
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Dead Souls
Someone take these dreams away
That point me to another day
A duel of personalities
That stretch all true reality
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
When figures from the past stand tall
And mocking voices ring the hall
Imperialistic house of prayer
Conquistadores who took their share
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
Calling me, calling me
Calling me, calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
Written by: joy division
Performed by: trent reznor
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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A Tatooed Skin Of Living World
puppets beyond human beings are more
becoming human these days
like animated cartoons, conceptually telling
the story of realities engaged with spirits, actions, realizations of initiated humanities curved by constuctions and
reconstuctions
on
conceptual revelation.
tatooed drumming
in the course of new direction.
A Canadian's Poem(3)
what i want to do is
spin poetry center stage
set humanities focus
send science slingshot to head
boil dry obscurity
of subconscious womb
shine laser-blind
of superconscious activity,
make movement first principle
morality fashionable
trample all
human security tramplers,
then
bring it all together
so that no one need ever
ever have to live in terror
ever ever ever again,
but
fortunate fellow canadian
you need never
toss and turn in bed
for you can ever
trust that stalwart guardian
at poetry's gate,
the english editor,
to save you
from ever having to taste
even one bloody dropp of this-
not one word
will ever touch
your precious, sensitive eyes.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Calling All Angels
Written by jeff jones
Calling, calling all angels, oh Im calling, calling all angels
The night was still, the moon was bright when he saw a distant light
So he started walkin till he found a church outside of town
And he stumbled in and closed the door, said why Im here, Im not sure
Its my baby that Im lookin for, cant she see Im down on my knees
Ive been calling, calling all angels, bring my baby back
Oh you must know where shes at, tell me what to do, I know shes one of you
Im down on my knees, tell her please, that I love her so
Tell me preacher, man to man, will you do all that you can
Ive done wrong, this I know, and I really hurt her so
Its a lonely world Im livin in, an ocean of tears I been cryin
In this greatest hour of need, what can be done for a fool like me
Oh, Im calling, calling all angels, bring my baby back
Oh you must know where shes at, yes Ive been a fool
And I know that shes one of you, now do this for me, tell her please
And if shes lonely Ill make her understand
That these arms can carry both of us back to heaven again
Yes Ive been a fool and I know that shes one of you
Do this for me, tell her please
Calling, calling all angels
Hear me calling, calling all angels
Oh Im calling, calling all angels
Hear me calling, calling all angels
Oh Im calling, calling all angels
Hear me calling, calling all angels
Oh Im calling, calling all angels
song performed by by Alabama
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Angel's Calling
Looks like the angel's calling
It's a lonley, lonely day
St. Joe you must be joking
Don't take my life away
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
I hear the harps a-crying
From atop the pearly gates
I know that Satan's trying
To rope my soul away
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Aaaah..........
A hard time today
Just making it up the trail
I don't need to worry
Just give me a chance to sail
You won't get me to heaven
You won't take me so far
You won't get me forever
Cause I'm not gonna fall
Commencing after tour
You world is here no more
NO!!
You won't get me to heaven
You won't take me so far
You won't get me forever
You won't take me at all
There's no one you can phone
You know you're on your own
Well it's so important to you
You scream louder now
You know that it's up to you
You kick and scream louder now
As darkness comes into view
You gotta scream louder now
There's nothing else left to do
Ooooh it's gonna make you melt
Somebody's gonna pray
We never get to choose if we wanna stay
I think there's gotta be many answers now for you
Somebody's gonna cry when they ask about you
I know there's gonna be many answers now for you
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now lord
Calling me now
Calling me now
Calling me now
You gotta take me up
Calling me now
Calling me now
The Angel's calling now
song performed by by Zebra
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Emotions ((Terzanelle))
Emotions are humanities heart-print
Enhancing our intrinsic affinity
Etching each loving heart with its imprint
Birthing mankind's compatibility
Relieving our sense of isolation
Enhancing our intrinsic affinity
Emotions need no translation
They sensitize our compassion
Relieving our sense of isolation
Our emotional growth is begun
By stimulating our perceptions
They sensitize our compassion
Strengthening pure contemplation
Intrinsic to mankind's development
We are all relatives in man's collation
The soulful experience of emotion is
Intrinsic to mankind's development
Emotions are humanities' heart-print
Etching each loving heart with its imprint.
poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis
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Mind Like A Tree
Music :rudolf schenker, peter wolf
Lyrics:klaus meine
Come with me come with me now
Inside the garden
Inside the garden of god
Smell the sand its running through your hands
Its where were from
And where well go in the end
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
You gotta spread the
You gotta spread the seed
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Sit in the shadow just smell the grass
Where the past is buried
Where the future grows so fast
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
You gotta spread the
You gotta spread the seed
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
You touch me so
You touch me so deep
I only wish my eyes could see
The way you feel for me
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
My mind is like a tree
And I want you to water me
You gotta spread the
You gotta spread the seed
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Hear me calling
Take my hand
Make me see
song performed by by Scorpions
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The King Of Hollywood
Well, he sits up there on his leatherette
Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasnt had yet
When he thinks he wants a closer look,
He gets out his little black telephone book
(hes calling, calling, calling
Hes calling, calling, calling
Hes calling ,calling, calling
Hes calling)
Come sit down here beside me, honey.
Lets have a little heart to heart.
Now look at me and tell me, darlin,
How badly do you want this part?
Are you willing to sacrifice?
And are you willing to be real nice?
All your talent and my good taste,
Id hate to see it go to waste.
We gon get you an apartment, honey.
We gon get you a car.
(spoken) yeah, were gonna take care of you, darlin.
We gon make you a movie star.
For years Ive seen em come and go.
He says, Ive had em all, ya know.
I handled everything in my own way.
I made em what they are today.
After while nothin was pretty.
After while everything got lost.
Still, his jacuzzi runneth over.
Still he just couldnt get off.
Hes just another power junky.
Just another silk scarf monkey.
Youd know it if you saw his stuff.
The man just isnt big enough
song performed by by Eagles
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Making sense
No sense in it if you act non-sense
People may push you away with sense
You may think why people are utterly non-sense?
When you are perfectly ok and act wit sense
You may fail in your love attempts
Some thing may force you or to act prompt
Still you act with sense and avoid
You may face difficulties which are self maid
You may act wise with change of scene
Gentleman like approach when publicly seen
Is it not the humanly act minus sin?
When one tries to project what he has been?
What comes to your help or rescue?
You may be wondering without any clue
You may blink and face may turn blue
When projection makes no sense for you
Sense is third eye for human being
Timely act may make him king
Opponent may face defeat in the ring
You may survive……………..
What, if nothing suggests or paves the way?
Your voice may not be heard or have the say
You may stick to position and bat for long
Still it makes sense that you are not always wrong
You will know what lies ahead?
Common sense may stop you to be mislead
So even if you are worried or so tense
You may act wise and come out with sense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I think this confusion leads intellectuals and artists themselves to believe that the elite arts and humanities are a kind of higher, exalted form of human endeavor.
quote by Steven Pinker
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He's Calling Me
HE'S calling me
Calling from haven
calling from the phone
calling me his boo
calling me saying i do
calling me crazy
He's calling me
his baby
his lady
his supa star
his butterfly
He's calling me saying
he loves me
he cares for me
he wants me
He's says
he'll die for me
he cries for me
baby
mami
He say when we make love
we go
crazy lol
i say he's crazy
if we do anything
i say i love him
i say i care
i say papi
you say mami
we say we love
we say we care
we say a lot of things
were crazy duh! ! ! !
poem by Jamaya Ewing
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The Calling
Feel the calling of a miracle
In the presence of the word
Now we hold the right to rearrange
How the stories can be heard
In the beginning is the future
And the future is at hand
Ill be calling voices of africa
Be the rhythm to the plan
From the congo to lenasia
Be the writing on the wall
Ill be calling the colors of india
See the asian life explode
Chorus
Head into the headlight
Dont turn from the rain
Theres a fire raging somewhere near
Liek a longtime friend whos
Seen it darker than ebony
Take off on the turnpike
(asking for the first call)
Give me more of the same
(asking for a song)
Theres a fire burning in my heart again
Ill be calling the dragons of china
See the dancers of the nile
See the wings of change are on display
This revelation mine
Feel the calling of the miracle
In the presence of the word
Chorus
Feel the calling of a miracle
The revelation mine
song performed by by Yes
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The Calling
Feel the calling of a miracle
In the presence of the word
Now we hold the right to rearrange
How the stories can be heard
In the beginning is the future
And the future is at hand
Ill be calling voices of africa
Be the rhythm to the plan
From the congo to lenasia
Be the writing on the wall
Ill be calling the colors of india
See the asian life explode
Chorus
Head into the headlight
Dont turn from the rain
Theres a fire raging somewhere near
Liek a longtime friend whos
Seen it darker than ebony
Take off on the turnpike
(asking for the first call)
Give me more of the same
(asking for a song)
Theres a fire burning in my heart again
Ill be calling the dragons of china
See the dancers of the nile
See the wings of change are on display
This revelation mine
Feel the calling of the miracle
In the presence of the word
Chorus
Feel the calling of a miracle
The revelation mine
song performed by by Yes
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Where In The World
Where in the world did you go?
Without a clue, without a word
What on earth did I do wrong?
You won't believe how much I hurt
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
Gets away with murder every day
Can't you hear me, won't you make it go away?
Enough to taste of bitterness
Hits me in the face, someone else's wish
Here I lay awake, alone
Just wishing you'd come home
You leave me desolate and torn
Go and fight in someone else's war
And so you put us both to shame
Don't come near me
Don't you make it go away
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
No ones getting younger anyway
Can't you hear me, won't you make it go away?
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
Gets away with murder every other day
Can you hear me, won't you make it go away?
Won't you make it go away?
Won't you make it go away?
song performed by by Erasure
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Pet animal...?
For some children
Father calling
Donkey come hear...
Mother telling
Monkey read the book...
Friends are playing
Rat...
Brother sister calling
Dog...
Teacher calling
Pig...
Children are Human
Are what...?
Your's naming
Pet animal's...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Calling Back My Spirit
Something has been sleeping in me, weeping in me, creeping in me
Something has been crying in me, sighing in me, dying in me
In the righting of this wrong, I may have to fight a long awaited duel
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what is my own.
Something has been burning in me, churning in me, turning in me
Something has been weeping in me, creeping in me, awaking in me
And in the execution of this task, I may come to see my enemys mask
Slip and fall
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what my own
Im calling back, Im calling back,
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what is my own
The storm of your outrage seethes and whips around my brittle bones
Anger and violence erupt from your lips and your cover is blown!
I seek the sound of your name
I stand in my own footsteps and I claim my power
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what is my own
Im calling back, Im calling back, Im calling back, Im calling back,
Im calling back my spirit from you now!, Im calling back what is my own
song performed by by Waterboys
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Follow The Format
make a big scene
make this glass house my coffin
you missed the big picture
well its the words that youre coughing out on your sleeve
so forge my sins here in song
well i'm telling you now what youve known all along
and its tired, so true, more subtle than you
theres a lull in the stereo
its calling for you (calling for you)
its calling for you
well i'm a slave to my vices (its true)
theyve all been renamed as a crutch
so drag my name and my face through the mud
flattery can flatter me (flattery can flatter me)
showing just how vicious you could be
do what you came here to do (do what you came here to do)
trigger finger gets you pointed in the right direction
my new found discretion
its not a lie if you believe it
its no mistake if its always repeated
its not a lie if you believe it
its no mistake if its always repeated
shall we call it quits or just wait? (its not a lie if you believe it)
even, even if my last name rhymes with your rescue of hear say
do not say you know (its no mistake if its repeated)
call me out
its not a lie (its such a lie)
but I dont need to hear it from you
so whats another word for (i dont need to hear it from you)
whats another word for (dont need to hear it from you)
whats another word for (i dont need to hear it from you)
whats another word for (dont need to hear it from you)
it gets easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)
easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)
easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)
easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)
Show us just how vicious you could be
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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Radio Free Europe
Beside yourself if radios gonna stay.
Reason: it could polish up the grey.
Put that, put that, put that up your wall
That this isnt country at all
Raving station, beside yourself
Keep me out of country in the word
Deal the porch is leading us absurd.
Push that, push that, push that to the hull
That this isnt nothing at all.
Straight off the boat, where to go?
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio free europe
Beside defying media too fast
Instead of pushing palaces to fall
Put that, put that, put that before all
That this isnt fortunate at all
Raving station, beside yourself
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio free europe, radio.
Decide yourself, calling all of the medias too fast
Keep me out of country in the word
Disappoint is into us absurd
Straight off the boat, where to go?
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio free europe
song performed by by REM
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Physical Poetry
The physics of poetry
is best explained in a mind experiment
in the construction of this very poem.
As I write the question becomes
what is the word-next and its origins?
Now what word-next can be
is a question of probabilities;
since if I choose rhyme as my scheme
and since the words which will rhyme are finite
and not infinite
the only question then becomes
which one of these will I choose.
Now if I choose a word-next outside
rhyming
then I risk not making poetic sense
since writing a gibberish word,
or one not related to the whole,
would be judged word-next nonsense.
Now we ask who or what in the brain
is making these two decisions
is it me or is it something mysterious;
is it drawing upon the past and memory
or from an instantaneous present
or even perhaps from my future?
Or is it just random choices I make
without even understanding them?
But suppose it is something we call
consciousness which exists
in the brain-cloud of cells which
can with millions of possibilities
produce a entirely new idea
which by definition
can come to exist
like language itself
and produce something never before said;
and now is being compiled in the brain
in this very instant and brought into existence.
That is humans have with language
the ability to create sentences
which have never before existed,
spoken or written because some languages have
enough words in them to make these permutations
near infinite and hence new ideas possible therewith.
Suppose the same is true of the human mind
and human senses make possible from this
this exercise we call
the idea.
So beyond the physical aspects of the brain
there must be a non-physical aspect we call
consciousness, the spiritual, or whatever
word we choose as its name.
Now the other half of the transaction
is even more amazing:
I just made up a new idea
never been expressed before
and can talk to you about it
and given enough clues
it becomes something you understand
and you yourself can write
a poem about.
This must be trans-consciousness
which is now a double miracle
nobody understands.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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