How deceptively light they are, the truly decisive steps we take in life. John Banville, author, book quote from The Untouchable
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“A dying culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness… A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot.” — Art of Quotation
A dying culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness. Bad manners. Lack of consideration for others in minor matters. A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot. Robert A. Heinlein, writer, book quote from “Friday”, 1982
“Life is a means of extracting fiction.” — Art of Quotation
Life is a means of extracting fiction. Robert Stone, writer
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“ Texas Supreme Court votes remotely to stop Texas voters from voting remotely. “ — Art of Quotation
Texas Supreme Court votes remotely to stop Texas voters from voting remotely. Robert Reich, twitter post 5/28/2020
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Lucy, by Wendy K. Gloss
Out of the blue, by pure chance,
Could it be you have lit this flame?
I feel the warmth,
I’m pretty sure it’s there.
We haven’t met, but your mind
Has filled me with a strange feeling,
One I haven’t felt in a long time,
Yet we are so far apart.
This heart has now been cleared
Of the cobwebs that once covered
It from the living, you were the explorer
Who was able to find it.
By the hand of fate, our cards
Have been layed on the table,
Now it’s up to us to decide
How we play them.
You have given me life again,
But I can’t help but feel sad,
For the small chance that
We may never meet in the end.
13-04-2005
Copyright: Wendy K. Gloss
Sing Your Own Song, by Svateerth
Birds
don’t write
poetry
they prefer
to sing
their own
song!
Zoom-ing with Students, by Sophia Scoppettone
When I speak to the kids on Zoom,
I try not to be filled with gloom,
To not think about
How I’m filled with doubt
That I will see them any time soon.
Instead I just try to be there,
To be present and show that I care,
To hear what they say,
Right now, on this day,
And act as though I’m unaware.
Unaware that I may not see them at all.
Unaware that we might not go back in the fall.
Unaware that their year of kindergarten is done.
Yes, I’m unaware so we can try to have fun.
We talk, and I learn:
Millie read a chapter book all on her own,
And Rowan is building a treehouse at home,
And Nathan works out with his grandma each day.
Mateo was shy and didn’t know what to say,
But he showed me the Bible he told me he reads,
And Xavier showed me the tadpoles he feeds,
And Abby showed me her scrapbook, which describes
How she went to Disney and rode on lots of rides.
And So:
So I don´t tell the kids
All the worries and doubts.
When they ask me how I am,
I say: ¨Great! Now tell me about…¨
And then I just listen,
Nod, and ask ¨Why?¨ or ¨How?¨
Yes, students keep me focused
On what´s here and now.
f r e e d o m, by Laura Minning
She extends Her arms
embrace me
with kindness and compassion,
but i never thank Her.
She is my mother,
my sister,
my friend.
She allows me to choose
my own path
and make my own mistakes
without passing judgement
upon me.
And how do i repay Her
(for Her benevolence)?
…by taking Her for granted.
For if she ever became wounded
or hurt in any way,
(by resistance or tyranny)
…who would take Her place?
(She has always been there for me
–at my side,
for as long as I can remember
…so who could take Her place?)
No one…
…and I would be lost.
~laura minning
excerpt from “sunburst”
published by xlibris
c. may 2005
When We were Birds, by Chanchal Vyas
Once upon a time when
you and me were birds,
we measured the vast
expanse of skies from
this inch to that corner.
we have seen shifts in
seasons under the gloss
and silhouettes of our wings.
we chirped and tweeted
with other fellow ones
over the clouds
over the mountains
over the course of sea.
we inked paradise
all over our little bodies
so when we flattered
them feathers we effused
the airs with a delightful
music and played on loop
an only track we by-hearted
when we were born
Out of a thousand things
that we would be
Why were we birds only?
Because,
Birds do not cry
They are a happy thing
we deserved to be
of all thousand things.
Aren’t you tired of NYC?, by Marcela B
Many of us arrived in NYC with one luggage and a heart full of dreams.
When you are in New York city, you get psyched with its energy and immediately you start to ask why?
At the beginning you don’t know if it is because the astonishing architecture that intertwine the ” old” and the ” new”.
You don’t know if it is because the modern skyscrapers or because all the last century buildings with their emergency exit facades showing off.
You just feel it.
You don’t know if it is because the Broadway lights that makes you feel you’re in a non-stop, never ending party.
Or if it’s because the beauty of the Central Park that makes you feel you’re somewhere else for a moment.
You just feel it.
You don’t know if it is because this idea that you can be anywhere in less than 30 min by subway. Ah….the subway, this old, dirty, democratic and now first time disinfected system that carries the entire city from the homeless to the rich, from ordinaries to the celebrities.
You just feel it.
You don’t know if it’s because the bike lanes and citi bikes that makes you feel the wind in your face, the sun on your skin.
You just feel it.
You don’t know if it is because it feels you’re inside a movie set… is it fantasy? is it reality? Maybe both.
After sometime in New York, sooner or later you may realize the magic of this city actually does not rely on the outside.
The magic, the true magic, rely on the inside.
NY is tough, not everyone can make it here. It can be overwhelming.
You don’t know if it’s because the high rental fees and limited space.
Or if its because this city requires too much from you – NY always raises the bar.
From work, to restaurants, entertainment, to the possibilities… a wealth of possibilities.
You just feel it.
This constant and exhausting idea of #empirestateofmind that moves everything and everyone above and beyond.
You just feel it.
Now in middle of a pandemic anyone could think why stay in New York, why just not fly somewhere else, escape far away from this madness?
Well, New York never adapts to your desires, never adjust to your dreams, nor compromise. This city will punch you in your face more than you can possibly sustain, over and over again.
In the end, we are NY tough.
We know that we will fall not just once but many times, but we will rise stronger again.
We know that if we can make it here we can make it anywhere. We take this statement by heart.
We know this city has our back, for the best and the worst.
Today I can tell I am and always will be in love with this city, even tough every winter I may think otherwise, even tough I am living in the eye of the hurricane right now. The resilience found here cannot be found anywhere else.
You just feel it
It’s a privilege to call NYC home.
It’s a blessing to be surrounded for all the inspiring and spectacular minds that feed NYC’s veins and make us all addicted to be here, thus we persist.
We just feel it.
