Orientalism II (Dialogue Ensues)
You have grown in certain techniques
I lagged because I did not consider them worthy
You scored
You branded
You added
Morality
And value judgment
On conduct
Ways and means of living
And robbed the continents
Dug treasures and sold them
In the name of spice trade
You brought certain knowledge
Of post Newtonian era
To which I too was a contributor
Then you handed over the banner
After much malice
To people of the new world
I am standing in front
Of nature and jungles and lands
Devoured by you
I discover my own eloquence
And language
And culture
And civilization
Much richer past
Much promising future
I am learning from you
How to make a nuclear bomb
3/11/2009
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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New needs need new techniques. And the modern artists have found new ways and new means of making their statements... the modern painter cannot express this age, the airplane, the atom bomb, the radio, in the old forms of the Renaissance or of any other past culture.
quote by Jackson Pollock
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The Confessions Of An Incorrigible Person
I am a religious fanatic, because I do not respect any religion other than my own – Humanism.
I am not cosmopolitan, because I do not respect any community other than my own – Humanity.
I do not like any language other than my own – the language of unity, understanding and friendship.
I give a damn to any culture other than my own – Human Culture.
There is only one civilization I respect, the ancient civilization I am a part of – World Civilization.
I do not have time for anybody other than my own family – The World Fraternity.
Agreed, all these characteristics that I have are extremely condemnable. But sorry, I will not change. I am incorrigible.
Dreams of Adventures
Living in a dream world
exciting adventures, many travels
covering the world abroad
many new lands to explore
from the Midwest to the far east
deep south to the north pole
lots of countries to discover
people to learn from to share with
language barriers to be broken
cultures to beckon with
so many different ones
all in common is life to live
dreams of happiness and health
goals to be made and broken
promises and lies all around
love and hatred bound us all
new friendships to develop
some sincere, others temporary
in the end the adventures
create new ones
many doors to open, lots closed behind
adventures in a dream world that come true
only if you don't have to dream it
to become true
live it, discover it, Enjoy it
make it come real
Adventures you can live is in your mind
open them and begin living them
let the world come to you and discover its treasures
poem by Michael Peterson
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I ascribe a basic importance to the phenomenon of language. To speak means to be in a position to use a certain syntax, to grasp the morphology of this or that language, but it means above all to assume a culture, to support the weight of a civilization.
quote by Frantz Fanon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Well, It's Nuclear...
well, it's nuclear rain,
voices without names,
faces etched in pain,
lives given in vain,
it's nuclear rain.
well, it's nuclear night.
cant tell wrong from right,
hope is out of sight,
men stand alone and fight.
it's nuclear night.
well, it's nuclear stillness.
past the point of forgiveness..
the dying cry out to witness.
the ego driven illness.
it's nuclear stillness.
well, it's nuclear devastation.
the home divided by the nation.
the individual sold to exploitation.
to bondage and incarceration.
it's nuclear devastation.
well, it's nuclear hell.
the spirit put on sale.
the body just a shell.
the truth it cannot tell.
it's nuclear hell.
well, it's nuclear death,
fear steals the very breath.
everything taken nothing left.
child of Cain, child of Seth,
it's nuclear death.
well, it's the nuclear dawn,
all that ever was is gone.
the weak devoured by the strong,
god left to walk alone...
it's nuclear dawn!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Where Do I Come From?
Where do I come from? I do not know,
For it was taken away before I could see. What
is my name? I do not know, because it was taken
away from me before I was born. Who am I? I will never know, for the
culture of who I am and would have been, was
stripped away from lack of understanding. What is my past?
The knowledge to know that people, doing the hating
and despising are the very same people that share
my family roots. Who am I? This I do know a person that
will never have knowledge, of what it would be
like to have a culture and a country, a past with
a positive history! Where do I go? I do not know, for there
is far more prejudice than ever against a people,
with no country and no culture, stuck in the middle
of a melting pot society. What do I do? All I can do is hope,
hope that one day, it won't matter what color
you are, and it won't matter where you come from.
It doesn't matter what you look like, that people
wake up and accept a person by how one is treated. What is my future?
To pass this knowledge to my children, for it
is the only thing left, that was not taken from me.
And it is the only thing of value in this life
I can give, this gift to my child.
poem by Be' Ver Lee Houston
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We Know Little
As knowledge goes I have a long way to go
So little of life and of Nature I know
I have not grown wiser but I have grown gray
And the clock on my life it is ticking away
The praises of Nature so many do sing
But the vastness of Nature is a humbling thing
Even the great whales are small in the vastness of the sea
The World we live in seems enormous to me
Of why the birds and of how the plants grow
The more we learn of life and Nature the less we know we know
Of the World around us we've been learning since before we learned how to crawl
But we realize as we learn we know little at all
Of life and of Nature you may be old and gray
But you never stop learning until your last day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The library connects us with the insight and knowledge, painfully extracted from Nature, of the greatest minds that ever were, with the best teachers, drawn from the entire planet and from all our history, to instruct us without tiring, and to inspire us to make our own contribution to the collective knowledge of the human species. I think the health of our civilization, the depth of our awareness about the underpinnings of our culture and our concern for the future can all be tested by how well we support our libraries.
quote by Carl Sagan
Submitted by Catalin Popescu
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Be ever enthused to be in touch with future
Be ever enthused to be in touch with future
Future
Philosophers say
Is an illusion
For each second that is in the coming
Is uncertain
Hazy and a mirage
Past is lost
And it is spilt milk
Nothing can be done
With the past
Each previous second is as past
As the previous century
They suggest
For keeping up with the pace of time
It would be wise
Not to dream of the future
And not to lament on the past
Enjoy the present
It is easier said than done
We keep busy thinking
Either about the future
Or keep grumbling with the past
Memory and acquired experience
Will not allow us
To thoughtfully digest
Events occurring at the present
It is also not debatable
The quality of the present second
Depends on
The quality of the efforts
Made in the previous second
Where we are and
What we are
All because of our
Struggle or otherwise
In the past
Past experience and
Our present standing
Take us where we will be tomorrow
It will not be unwise
To a dream a future
Matching our skills
And the present position
We often dwell in a future
That is not achievable
With our present standing
And our capabilities
Unrealized future
Makes us feel sad
Be ever be in touch future
As the present second only
Manifests itself as a future
Know what you do
Know what you have as means
To take you into
The dreamt future
A colourful future is not an impossible realm
To be scaled
If you take seriously the means
To be there
Your present actions
Are executed only
To be sure that
You are
There in that wonder tomorrow
That dream keeps you
Motivated in going ahead
That dream keeps you
On the path of learning
That dream keeps you
Innovating new solutions
That dream keeps you
Enjoy what you do
That dream keeps you
Enthused in living
That dream keeps you
Looking for opportunities for improvement
Be in touch with dream ever
And
Be ever enthused to be in touch with future
Though philosophically non-existent
Which only helps you realize your potential
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The white man’s GRAVE
This school is not our school
We have our own.
This culture is not our own,
I know it well.
They teach us science
What is it?
And philosophy of their own.
When they say knowledge,
Who is a fool?
Pluto, Plato are not blacks
They impose on us
And make it law.
And have us in their rule condemn
These men are wicked
Tell them so.
In our pain they make their mansion
And gave us food from our wage.
Before your Mathematics,
I know the numbers of my wives
And your Geography.
I know the road to my farm.
Before your Government,
I know my kingdom,
Before your Language,
I speak my own.
Before your Biology,
I feel my blood in my veins
Before your Accounts,
I make proceeds from trade.
Before your Architecture,
I make my mat,
Well designed.
This school is not our school
I know it well.
Yours make men proud
Ours make men humble.
We learn it from home,
So much it sticks.
Your school makes men tyrants,
Ours make a people worthy.
In your school,
our ladies are whores in naked pants.
No! not in our school.
My father told me so.
This is not our school
Our school must come again.
poem by Macaulay Akinbami
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Precious Treasures
Past sunsets as chains and anchors
Past sunsets as beauties of love’s connection
Hope as gold from a furnace
Hope as dragons of the east
Know the valued fuel of energy
The reasons for the strength of nature
Know the treasure worthy of all treasures
The reason for the strength of nature
Let your frozen moments hold you with soothing hands
Buried in the soil of the coming sunsets
Let the enlightened one be your guide
Showing the hidden treasures of secret places
Know the right reflections of love
The key to living treasures
Know the way above the adored
You will be humanity’s most precious
poem by Feyisayo Anjorin
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Submitting To Authority
God commands that we submit, to the Authority of Government,
But to obey God over men, when their ways He would condemn,
When man’s law contradicts, the understanding of God’s Edicts,
So we’re to pray with holy hands, for the leaders of all the lands.
We must consider in the past, when Judgment by God was cast,
He would raise up a leader for, Judgment which He’d soon pour,
And all the law God had ordained, for all believers still remained,
God’s Divine Laws meant to protect, to this day, all God’s Elect.
Even as Israel fell from the Lord, His Law was not to be ignored,
The living under a wicked king, for His own, changed not a thing,
For God’s people were to obey, The Lord, their God, all the way,
To God’s honor and His praise, to be God’s Light in darker days.
With darker times ahead for us, in our God we must put our trust,
Who can change the heart of man, to stop even the darkest plan,
By fervent prayer to our God, He can alter paths the wicked trod,
As their wicked ways He frustrates, by means no one anticipates.
We must submit to all authority, with obedience to God a priority,
Whoever The Lord permits to rule, even if a leader plays the fool,
With man’s foolishness in place, sufficient for us is God’s Grace,
For we know their Foolishness, will fall to Christ’s Righteousness.
(Copyright ©09/2009)
86,400 Seconds
Make my ink darker
I want to write something
Make my eyes blinder
I want to think seeing
Beat my drums louder
I want to hear nothing
Make my sleep lighter
I want my dreams running
Hold my fears tighter
I want to live living
For today is the only day that is the day
of my life
86,400seconds dinging
God thrown in thin air
As each man causes pain for another
Love paused in mid-air
As hate is put on replay
Sitting in front of the Tv, I'm not
laughing
Staring at the front pages, I'm not
smiling
More are laid in the world's richest field
With all the treasures they came into the
world with
Tick, tick, tock, tock,86,396seconds
donging
Yestersecond's been wrapped in
nothingness
And no, no my dear tomorrow is not a
promise
Tick, tock, tick, tock,675seconds
pinging
Elephants gallantly striding
Grasses silently dying
In pain was life given me
My heart valves pumps pain like blood
Tock, tock, tick, tick,98seconds ponging
It's a brand new second
Forget the past second
Trade the killing, fighting and hating
For living, giving and loving
Just give me a second, I gotta go do
something
Tick.10seconds.
Tock, the clock tocking, ticked away the
last seconds
Tick, the bomb ticking made the last
record
Door opens, bomb opens, eye closes
In the fraction of that second
My heart speaks louder than my mouth
ever had
Mom, dad, thank you
Mee, Ty, miss you
God, Lord, love you
I love...
In my heart I wrote a quote inside
'Love, love, love'
Tock.00,000second.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Ask
This is our new single ...
Ask !
Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
That you'd like to
Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
That you'd like to
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me - i won't say "no" - how could i ?
Coyness is nice, and
Coyness can stop you
From doing all the things in
Life that you want to
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me - i won't say "no" - how could i ?
Spending warm summer days indoors
Writing frightening verse
To a buck-toothed girl in luxembourg
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Because if it's not love
Then it's the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
That will bring us together
Nature is a language - can't you read ?
Nature is a language - can anybody read ?
So ... ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Because if it's not love
Then it's the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb
That will bring us together
If it's not love
Then it's the bomb
Then it's the bomb
That will bring us together
So ... ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me, ask me, ask me
Oh, la ...
song performed by by Smiths
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Who Is With The Bomb?
Where is it?
It is over here! !
Where is it?
It is over there! !
It has occured again and,
Who is with the bomb?
It is over here an there and,
Who is playing with the bomb?
It has destroyed many and,
It is still destroying us daily;
But, who is with the bomb?
Right from creation till now,
We have been destroying ourselves!
With bombs here and there;
But, when are we going to learn?
We do advance on in life but,
We still have the bombs in our hands;
Who really is with the bomb today? !
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb! ! !
With the atomic bombs alike to kill us all;
Now, the nuclear race is at hand.
Who is with the bomb?
With arsenals and nuclear war heads;
After two thousand years of history,
We still cannot learn from our mistakes.
Here and there with the manufacturing plants,
We still go to conferences thinking of stopping it;
But, should we have no fear of the Atomic Energy? !
A nuclear rat-race,
The arm-race of weapons!
Two thousand years of history could not be wiped away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Ah Goo Tongue
The queerest languages known to man,
Sanscrit, Hebrew, Hindoostan,
Are all translated and made as free
And comprehensive as A B C.
Yet the oldest language talked or sung,
The strange mysterious Ah Goo tongue,
The royal language of Babyland
No man living can understand.
Every soul in the world to-day
Was one time anchored in Babyland Bay,
And quarantined there for a year or more
Before he even could step on shore.
And everybody in Babyland Bay
Talks the Ah Goo tongue, so people say,
But once on land-why not a word
Do they understand of it when 'tis heard.
For the fairy rulers of Babyland
Who guard the kingdom on every hand,
Have willed that no one shall keep the key
Who crosses into the Grown-up Sea.
So the sweet court language has never been made
A common parlance of strife or trade,
But is kept in the kingdom where natives come
Versed in the language of Babydom.
They are all of them royal and that is how
The Grown-up people all kneel and bow,
When they hear that language talked or sung-
The strange mysterious Ah Goo tongue.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Rising Sun
Rising sun is coming
To love me with beautiful heart
Within beyond language.
Do not ask me the way
Love remembers always
And I am not here to
Commit mistake.
Leaving the language
I am going away naked
And you are trying to
catch me fake words.
You are within me
And I am yours
it is true
You are giving me beauty
To share that I am sharing
Everything within.
It is through you
I know what is peace
What is purity
And what is perfection.
You asked what is
Nuclear bomb
I replied hate
My dear you are
Not there with that.
And you are in pleasure
And that is abstract sculpture
That is to take
In life's culture.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Change the world, change our minds, our children's minds are changing, it is changing science, theories, methods and techniques of investigation, our education is constant changing, professions and jobs of the people are in constant change, is changing mentalities, religions and philosophies, are changing transport and communications infrastructure, and change the nature, it changes man. It is good or bad?
Marin Vlada in M. Vlada, The new culture of learning - thinking is evolution of learning over time, eLSE 2015 - The 11th International Scientific Conference eLearning and software for Education (2015)
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Act so that in your own judgment and in the judgment of others you may merit eternity, act so that you may become irreplaceable, act so that you may not merit death. Or perhaps thus: Act as if you were to die tomorrow, but to die in order to survive and be eternalized. The end of morality is to give personal, human finality to the Universe; to discover the finality that belongs to it — if indeed it has any finality — and to discover it by acting.
quote by Miguel de Unamuno
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Leave The Past And Moving On With The Future
What does it means to
Leave the past, and moving on with future?
It means you have to just let it go
Even it going hurt and feel so much in pain
You have other things looking forward too
If you love something so much
It will come back to you
It does it meant to be and if don't then just move on
I have finally learn my mistakes after yesterday
It's was perfect day off
I want to be who I am
I changes so much just to fit in
That's not like me
Time to figure out what I really want
What does it means to
Leave the past and moving on with future?
It means that this is now and your chances to do what you been waiting for
Time is running out
No going back and forth in path
No going back and forth in past to future
I'm stop acting like I'm scared
I'm not and now this is my time
I'm not regreat anything anymore
I don't want be like this
I need to think before I say something or do it
Past is not something I need think about
I need to think about future that I'm waiting for to happen
This is me and I finally understand what I didn't before
It's all right in front of me
I need to grab it and hold onto it
Future is waiting for me
I'm moving forward
Leave the past and moving on with future
poem by Christina Phan
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