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Doodle...maybe. Art...certainly!!!
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'My Ballet class is for promising artists.'
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The Family Social Structure Stands
Communism will not stand. South Africa will stand. Socialism cannot. Why, you ask? I will declaim: the invention of the phone was closely followed by the Radio. What was the radio used for, you ask? The answer is far- from that point. Even from that point, in human society, far into the future. Its 1991. A society 729 larger, goes to war against the Bosnian Christians. Its 1993, the radio is used to call up armies of desolute Rwandans to flee before Greek seperatists. Certainly, and the radio in Rwandan Tutsi dialect, calls over the hills and plains. Does it matter what the wire says? Over rivers of pure blue, trees that hid our ancestors from the hyena and the wildbeast stampede. Over the stones that took form in our ancestors hands, body and bodies that ran from the beads of ice, slowly releasing the gel of ice grown from rock into rock water cacades. Over the fears and independence, the trees and consensus. Radio. It started it all in 1929, the worlds first radio broadcast.
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My #ColdplayDad stuck around; what can i say....:)
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THIS IS NOT wHAT'S eXPECTED fROM cOLLEGE

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Apartheid, Socialism, Mandela
Its Afternoon in the society of Apartheid. Its getting cooler in Cape Town and the mountains hide behind the screen of lacadaisical blue waves. Of the South Atlantic. Somewhere down those islands is Robinson Island. From Cape Town to Perth, the route passes Robinson Island, but the ships burn a trail besides on their way to Perth. Its Passover again, but not on Robinson Island. Its Passover on the trails of the Zulu, that havent been walked by Man since the river of Johannesburg ran dry. In the Cape it used to feed. The soccer balls whiz by, but the grass is grey, and the sun is burned by the waters, the waters of Afrikaaanas. Its Passover, but the men are not free, the women are married, but they are free. To love the Passover, to love the clinins and clinics that give them a free abortion, to love the presence of African Communism, to love who gets in the way of Apartheid. One day, Passover will be celebrated in every home. One day the Paschal lamb will be hoped for. One day, Johannesburg and Cape Town, the city will breath, in Lesotho the air will bond in the command labour of Man, who once seeks joy becomes a new Man. Its passover, and in Cape Town the flowers are about to disappear into the dirt. Its passover, and in Robinson Island a cell lies open. Its passover, its occupant is no longer there. The chains are donated to the memory of his country, that mourns his death and whispers- 'Mugado!' 'Achebe!' The welfare union sends a bill to Johannesburg every year. The President of S. Africa signs it, the legislature in Victoria votes for it, the judges in Cape Town prosecute subversion. On the floor of a rent controlled apartment. On the sky of restricted airspace. In the odorless Trellises on the backdoor floor. In the captivity of the air by an idea less afloat than as a human on the march away from certainty. Away from Apartheid.
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Conspiracy and the Contras
Put your favorite person in the jungle. That is what GOD did. Now expect him to survive, build society, thrive, outlast horses, steel, ships, and then- construct an aliyah. As civilizations go, the Azteks were not all that. The Japanese, too were- not all that. But flash forward. They and we. That is Japan and us, for the sixty years from the beginning to the conclusion of WWI, were the heart of their country- not New York, not Atlanta, but Darwin and Pearl Bay, were others to each other, and one of us had cornered theirs. And how miniscule those Japanses bombings were. In Ukraine there is a thousand of those Darwin bombings. In Pearl Harbour, there were so many aviators who lost their lives and their children, and their wives. Their riches and abundance would be destroyed by us! Years of civilization. Not rubble- but homes, sanctuaries, hospitals, universities, count them- Tokyo, Fukashima, Heido- blown to sand! And for what? That Pearl Bay may be a token of goodwill from us? from China to Russia, from us to the Chinese Communist, from us to our soldiers. Our soldiers to curse and divest and rob? To the goodwill- save our Vietnamese, Korean, and Japanese brothers? To divest and rob millions of society- to usurp in the cause of Pearl Bay? Remember- these days it is very hard. But, remember. For sixty years, the heart was not New York or Atlanta, it was Cincinatti, Chicago, and those small- to our myriads. Towns where the ports taught the Japanese to build, their cars, and trucks and boats.
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This response is caring. It respects the person's feelings. And best of all? It gives a brighter perspective 🌅 Replies that look on the bright side make people feel the best. And they get the most thank yous 💞
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#artist is frida kahlo#artist is elisabeth louise vifee le brun#artist is maru cassatt#artist is angelica kauffmann#artist is berthe morisot#artist is lois mailou jones#artist is laura wheeler waring#artist is lavinia fontana"
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