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Name: J&S
Country: United States
State: North Carolina
Gender: Female
Interests: every once in a while we read...surprisingly to most people that know me (J)... it's TRUE. what you don't believe me?
Anyways, this is dedicated to all word marvels
Expertise: buying books for the fun of it, returning books to the library which haven't been read yet, penciling faint (very faint) stars in interesting areas of a book
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
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| hmm... interesting... but not so sureIf art comes just from art, it loses its power and becomes decorative. I never create art to be decorative. I don’t like this idea of aesthetic beauty- a beautiful frame, nice colors tha og well with the carpet. To me art has to be disturbing. It has to ask questions and have some kind of prediction of the future within it. It has to have different lays of meaning. Each generation has to take what is needed at that time. But it should not be something that just reflects daily life, like a newspaper. You read the newspaper today; tomorrow it’s old. Art has to have a spiritual value and something that opens certain states of consciousness, because we are losing ourself so much. .. The body is becoming something very heavy, an obstacle. This separation will become so diastrous that body and mind eventually must come back together. And art has to have the answers.
When you are producing one thing adn become recognizable and everybody knows you, you have to change. you have to surprise yourself, because the worst is if you just respond to the needs of the market. Then development stops. The seoncd thing he said is that in every artists life, you may think you have a new idea or many new ideas every day. in fact, you may have one good idea, or, if you are a genius, two. But be very careful with this. All the rest is interpretation of the same idea, and for me, the only idea I have always had is the human body. That’s the only thing I have always been interested in. it’s a large area to be explored, and I always feel that i’m just at the beginning.
Kaplan, Janet A., Deeper and Deeper: Interview with Marina Abramovic, Art Journal, College Art Association, Vol.58, No.2 (summer, 1999), pp. 6-21.
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| When did you learn tsunami?Before Dec. 20, 2006, perhaps 1 percent of the world's population knew the word tsunami. I was one of the ignorant ones. I remember being with my nephew Bill after Christmas. He said we should pray for the victims of the tsunami, and I marveled that he knew how to pronounce a word that I had not known until I read that day's newspaper headlines.
Even those 1 percent usually did not know what the word really meant. A few English 10 year olds were the exception, because in early Dec. their teacher, had taught it to them. He showed a video clip of survivors of a tsunami that occurred in Hawaii in the 1950s and drew a diagram on the board that his students copied into their exercise books. A girl name tilly Smith was in that class.
Two weeks later, Tilly was on Maikhao Beach in Phuket, Thailand, with her parents and her 7 year old sister. Suddenly, the tide went out, leaving a wide stretch of sand where the ocean had been . Most tourists stood gawking at the disappearing ocean, but Tillly grabbed her mother's hand : "Mummy, we must get off the beach now. I think there's going to be a tsunami."
Tilly's parents alerted other holiday makers nearby, then raced to tell their hotel staff in Phuket. The hotel swiftly evacuated Maikhao Beach, and minutes later a huge wave crashed onto the sand, sweeping all before it. Incredibly, the beach was oneof the few in Phuket where no one was killed or seriously injured.
Tilly and her family are alive today for many reasons. She remembered what she had learned; her parents listened to her; higher ground was nearby. But some of the credit goes to her teacher, who did not just list tsunami as a vocabulary word but taught it with examples and activities that gave it meaning.
This is a story of a miracle, or at least of good fortune, and of the mindof a child. Tilly was ready to learn and remember, as are all 10 year olds, as long as knowledge is concrete, with examples and active participation. Her teacher knew that. THis is not just good fortune, but also good education.
Berger, The Developing Person, Worth, 7 ed., pg 382. | | |
| Marriage by Anne Roiphe (a novel)
Just very few amount of words that I have highlighted while reading Marriage
The conservatives think our failure to keep people in marriages, to get them married in the first place, is a sign of our moral corruption. The liberals think it is a sign of our brutal and uncaring economic system. I am not convincd that we were morally finer when women married still int heir teens and suffered in bad marriages for all their lives. I am not sure that children were raised better when prejudice against homosexuals was so strong that people hid in closets. pg 23
We marry because despite so many pieces of evidence to the contrary we still hope beyond hope that our lives can hold a soulmate, a friend who is both erotic partner and companion, who will stand with us as bulwark against the tides of disaster, the erosion of time. The persistence of that hope in the face of modern evidence is remarkable and perhaps a sign that despite the great evils done by man to woman, women to man, we do have souls that yearn for better things. pg 12
One day I was walking on Riverside Drive along the park and on the cobblestones I saw a piegon lying dead, its grey feathers flattened and dulled blowing in the slight breeze. Around the pigeon I saw a second pigeon moving in frantic circles; every few steps it would stop and peck at the dead pigeon as if it were trying to raise the dead. As I watched the circles got faster and faster and the distress of the surviving pigeons was obvious. it was a horrible sight. There is no way to offer comfort to a pigeon who has lost its mate. The trees by the park are old and very tall and across the stone wall I could see the river moving toward the harbor and the high-rise apartment buildings of New Jersey. On the river a long garbage barge was moving slowly toward the Jersey side. Nothing in the near universe as far as the eye could see cared abou the death of this pigeon except the other pigeon, its mage. If this much feeling is a mere pigeon’s portion think what we human begins have to gain and lose in marriage. pg 28 | | |
| Pauli Murray's autobiography3 of 5 stars ***
PAULI MURRAY
Born in Baltimore, Maryland
Educated in segregated public schools.
Graduated from Hunter College in 1933
Attempted to gain admission into the UNC law school but was denied due to her race
Denied Harvard University admission due to gender
Was the first African American to receive Yale law docotrate
Fouding member of NOW
First black female priest ordained by the Episcopal Church
Known as civil rights advocate, feminist, lawyer, poet, teacher, and ordained minister
Much of my life in the South had been overshadowed by a lurking fear. Terrified of the consequences of overt protest against racial segreegation, I had sullenly endured its indignities when I could not avoid them. When I finally confronted my fear and took a concrete step to battle for social justice, the accumulated shame began to dissolve in a new sense of self-respet. For me, the real victory of that encounter with the Jim Crow system of the South was the liberation of my mind from years of enslavement. pg 128
There are people (you’ve probably noted it also) who have the unconscious faculty of making the world spin around themselves, throb and expand, contract and go dizzy. Then, when they are gone away, you feel sick and lonesome and meaningless. In the chemistry lab at school, did you ever hold a test tube, pouring in liquids and powders and seeing nothing happen until a certain liquid or a certain powder is poured in and then everything begins to smoke and fume, bubble and boil, hiss to foam, and sometimes even explode? The tube suddenly full of action and movement and life. Well, there are people like those certain liquids or powders; at a given moment they come into a room, or into a town, even into a country- and the place is never the same again. Things bubble, boil, change. Sometimes the whold world is changed. Alexander came. Christ. Marconi. A Russian named Lenin. pg 227 Father and Son | | |
| Life has been
your
art.
You
have set
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