An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.
They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.
The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.
They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.
A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?
What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.
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In 1905, Russian printers demanded to be paid for punctuation, which according to them requires the same amount of effort and time as any normal letter of the alphabet.
This ‘Comma Strike’ spread as a popular boycott, leading to political turmoil.
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•His encyclopaedic knowledge and his lively presentation of subjects, as dry as astronomy, made him a celebrated figure. His treatise such as Pancha Siddhantika (Five Principles), Brihatsamhita (Master Collection), Brahjataka(Astrological work) have put him on as high a pedestal in Astrology as Kautilya’s in Political philosophy, Manu’s in Law or Panini’s in Grammar.
- Art as Representation or Mimesis. Representation of art as an imitation or copying became the mainstream meaning of art in Greece. Plato first developed the idea of art as “mimesis,” which, in Greek, means copying or imitation. How immaculately it replicated the original subject became the measure of its value.
- Art as Expression of Emotional content. Dramatic, sublime and heartfelt art becomes a way to express oneself during the Romantic movement , with audience response becoming key to the valuation of the content. The emotions that were felt when the art was witnessed became its barometer for success.
- Art as Form. Formal qualities of art became influential in the 18th century, with the principles of art and design, like balance, rhythm, harmony and unity became as important as the content of the work of art.
, genre: genre painting, style: Expressionism.
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, genre: abstract, style: Concretism, tags: Picture frame, Pink, Rectangle, completition: 1979.
https://uploads1.wikiart.org/images/henryk-stazewski/relief-1979-1.jpgSome things we do and we wonder why
We wish we could say why we did it
If you think about it you already know
You just don't want to admit it
You climb so high and wish to come down
When you're down you wish you were up
The worst feeling you could imagine
Wait till your down and you want back up
Pray to forget your life one more minute
It's all you need to get through the day
Kill yourself inside when you think
Wanting to be there all day
You're there and you wonder why
Why is this what you want
You're down and it kills you inside
And you realize it's all you want
Let me forget you, let me forget everything
I know its killing me, everything is
I hurt myself one way or the other
Right now, it doesn't matter what it is
15 years old and trying to get,
How to grow up,
Without throwing a fit,
My classes are hard,
I feel so scared,
Having to do homework, chores, and more,
But wanting to watch cartoons like I did before,
Needing some comfort,
While standing up tall,
And just praying not to fall,
I'm not grown up yet,
But sometimes, that I forget,
Having to act responsible,
Yet feeling so reckless,
Confused and worried,
Confident and secure,
Trying to grow up,
Yet trying to be pure.