Those objecting to the concept of race argue that the taxonomic definitions are arbitrary and subjective.
quote by J. Philippe Rushton
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Of Acceptance and Compliancy
Acceptance is not the same as compliancy.
Although both definitions suggest flexibility.
Acceptance is done after comprehension comes.
And one compliant seems to be more submissive,
Technically.
With actions that are specific,
To what is defined and made understood.
And one who accepts definitions,
May argue with an understanding...
That attention and answers are expected to be given,
When asked!
With someone 'qualified' to deliver what appeases.
Or no one sleeps!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We must come to the point where we realize the concept of race is a false one. There is only one race, the human race.
quote by Dan Aykroyd
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Fitting Conditions One Accepts
Look for them.
Definitions!
They will be there.
Used for what they are...
To become redefined,
To suit minds seeking reason.
On their terms.
To find a value that expresses,
One's way of life.
To either correct or ignore,
What is right.
To apply these definitions...
Fitting conditions one accepts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Manifesto Of Contemporary Poetry(2012)
Contemporary poetry is a junction zone of distilled sky and earth of
(1) .psychology
(2) .philosophy
(3) .ethics
(4) .new aesthetics
(5) .contemporary socio-cultural-economic-moral-political-technolog ical issues reflecting power and knowledge
(6) .initiated knowledeg and creative wisdom of contemporaneity6.moment-to-moment decision making process
(7) .Alchemy between existing contemporary literary theory and working definitions of a practising and operational poet after modernist's literature and poetry
(8) .the end of literary genre concept
(9) .the concept of the continuum-chance, change, revisiting and reconceptualization
and
(10) .Contemplating on quotidian mental and physical experiences.
POET NYEIN WAY
1: 25 pm February 21,2012
Sound is often talked about in a very subjective way, as if it had a colour. This is a bright sound, this is a dark sound. I don't believe in that because I think that is much too subjective.
quote by Daniel Barenboim
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Darwin (1859) recognized the fact that paleontology then seemed to provide evidence against rather for evolution in general or the gradual origin of taxonomic categories in particular.
quote by George G. Simpson
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War Is A Lie?
The ending of war is like the finish of a race,
It is never then in mystery, never in peace.
The destruction has hurt a man too much,
It has constructed the bridge for civilization
And the pieces of meat are lost to the elements.
We are objecting constantly, always we are dumb
And the hearts are seeing things, hearing complex things.
We found a lie in the beginning, at the end: No!
Lies are made from the evil side, the darkness,
From this is certain life and no destruction,
For it lies that it lies.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Race Of Veterans
RACE of veterans! Race of victors!
Race of the soil, ready for conflict! race of the conquering march!
(No more credulity's race, abiding-temper'd race;)
Race henceforth owning no law but the law of itself;
Race of passion and the storm.
poem by Walt Whitman
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An Acid Rain
This is it, I want to say.
An acid rain falling each evening
and you, reading a poem
surrounded by flame – attendants.
Nothing moves farther than activism.
Conversation centers around the flares
on the surface of an orange sun,
a big hole coming up in the ozone layer.
You are an ocean, needs penetration
of inquiry. Running a relay race in
a big cage to keep the torch
burning. Clouds in the sky
objecting to full moon, coming up,
nonchalantly. Landscape rips – off
the ideas from the thorn
in the heart.
poem by Satish Verma
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What Time It Is
An awakening done by anyone discovering,
The day, month and year to them that comes...
Are all connected together to help understand,
What time it is.
And the many others living like them...
Are also here to experience it.
But without the seeking for definitions.
As a tick tocking heard that begins to knock begins.
When that 'concept' of life starts to dawn,
On someone's mind...
It brings a clarity and comprehension,
As to why there are people living their lives...
Without excuses to make or faults to find.
And something happens to trigger their appreciation,
For those who have found out 'what-time-it-is'...
As they live not in haste to waste it on anything or anyone petty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Two Just Do Not Agree
We have different definitions of integrity.
You and I.
I prefer to nip things in the bud...
With eyes that are cleared.
Freed of cloudy assumptions and innuendos.
Since those I do not endear.
In fact,
I bother not to go near them.
They lead to bogus beginnings.
And I can't feed my mind,
On situations intertwined...
Reeking with falsities.
We have different definitions of integrity.
You and I.
With a seeing from a point of view that is eye to eye.
And that is an impossibility to do when two just do not agree.
On how to objectively induce the origin of truth,
To produce the enhancement of productivity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Word
If I make a word
it is first sculpted from letters
on the page
a canvass across which
letters skate
from margin to margin transforming
into meanings and sentences
which give us art, science, poetry
and civilization.
This is created from an arbitrary entity,
the scratchings we call letters
which in turn form yet another
mysterious entity we call the alphabet.
What manner of miracle is this?
All of civilization is born from
these scribbly scratchings?
So if each letter is an imaginary entity,
an arbitrary symbol we made up
which has no meaning by itself
and lives inside another arbitrary entity
we call the alphabet
we may properly ask
what is going on here?
Meaning here is deriving from an arbitrary nothingness
arbitrarily created from arbitrary letters
by virtue of common agreement around
what words will mean?
Ponder this:
we too, as individuals are letter unique
and, in our variety, form a kind of human alphabet.
What we all mean and can mean to each other
therefore depends upon the words we form
in our families and communities; our human alphabets.
So, one word letters such as 'I' are too self-regarding
and are narcissistic anomalies
not true words at all.
Better words have more syllables than that
and have enabled us to form social sentences
more complex
which we can use for good or ill
peace or war, love or hate.
So watch your words and sentences
don't swing them recklessly in a crowded room
you'll put somebody's mind out
or create genius.
Big responsibility this
especially for us poets.
So in the end
in mass society
you and I are a single letter
but combined create all there is.
You can take that
as the first
and last
Word
And by the way
arbitrary letters
are electrons at the sub-atomic level
and combine to make molecules
and the greatest meaning of all
All of the Universe.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Post-conceptual Poetics(6)
post-conceptual concept of form- without- forms -and- formlessness- with -forms will reflect the contemporary existence of multi-disciplinary arts.
forms with formlessness is beyond concept
formlessness with forms is beyond concept
That Horse You Named Clarence Has Died
There are those who are handed definitions,
To relate to as a designation.
And there are those who create definitions,
That describe the times that move forward with change.
Those who make attempts to keep things remaining the same,
Will always find their standards kept...
To use as proper etiquette,
Outdated and sought to replace on someone's menu.
Especially those needing a crash course,
In updating slow minds.
And there 'is' one that just may do the job!
One that is ideal to leave old thoughts behind.
Entitled:
Those Wheels Don't Roll On Cobblestone Anymore;
And That Horse You Named Clarence Has Died.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seriously. I'm not very bright, and it takes a lot for me to get a concept - to really get a concept. To get it enough that it becomes part of me. But when it happens I get real excited about it.
quote by Alton Brown
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Mimesis: Surface Concept
contrary
pure concept
the content
of a surface
as an absolutely
nonsensuous concept
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fox came to us with the concept for ICE AGE and they came to us with the first draft of the script. They also gave us a mandate to make it into a comedy from what was previously a rather dramatic action concept.
quote by Chris Wedge
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Our concept of governing is derived from our view of people. It is a concept deeply rooted in a set of beliefs firmly etched in the national conscience, of all of us.
quote by Barbara Jordan
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No one will ever argue that someone could have played Helen Keller better than Patty Duke. It was an incredibly demanding role and I don't think anyone can argue that it was a false performance.
quote by Richard Masur
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Burned By An Unsuspecting Heat
It is difficult for me,
To embrace the extended family...
Concept.
Or even accept that,
In my current state of mind.
When burned by an unsuspecting heat...
The experience of it cautions one,
As to what is safe to believe.
And what one feels safely to leave behind,
With no need to repeat.
It is difficult for me,
To embrace the concept of unity!
What is it?
And what does this mean to human beings?
A unity of what?
And for what purpose?
An agreed upon taste for ethnic foods?
I know that sounds sarcastic.
But what else do people do?
Or a socializing done,
To ensure everyone appearing in a physical likeness,
In not bored to tears and 'is' having fun?
A fun that is done until a sweating comes?
Or is it...
To whisper and gossip in divisions of cliques.
With the real issues being ignored?
And no advancement achieved,
That is witnessed in time to benefit.
Especially those of like minds,
Observing the nothingness!
And desiring to tackle a 'reality' to define!
It is difficult for me to approve,
A gathering of people...
Who are undecided,
As to which direction a 'group' should move.
And argue amongst themselves as to who is qualified...
To say with authority,
What it takes for them to improve!
Or how an agenda with such diversity,
Can and could survive to thrive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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