‘Restorative Justice’: Beirut’s Struggle with Truth
Heritage in Lebanon is not just about aesthetics; it is about truth.
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While spending your time on Facebook or having video conferences on Zoom might seem the best idea for the days when you stay at home, there are actually other activities even more enriching that would make you happy.
Reading books or magazines, working on a puzzle are just a few examples: try to combine your need of staying on the phone with activities that relax both your eyes and brain.
If you could only use one color for the rest of your art journey, which would it be and why? 🤔✨ Share your thoughts and let's discuss how color influences our emotions and creativity! #ArtCommunity #ColorTheory #Creativity
we stay within the confines
of our bodies and the concrete;
we communicate
with simple greetings
while we hurry on
to more important things
...classes, appointments, critical meetings...
Hello there.
(do you see my face?)
(don’t be alarmed
dear, it isn’t really mine,
this is only stage make-up...
and I put it on sometimes,
when I want to hide
or pretend to be
anyone but me...
You understand, don’t you?)
Hello there.
(do you hear my words?)
(I fancy them passionate purple and red,
but you disagree
claiming they’re deceitful green.
and when they float
from my mouth
dear, you’ll find they buzz
around your ear,
until they decide
it is safe to crawl in.
next, the decision is your's alone
will you chew on them for the time being
savoring what they have to offer,
will you find them true
and better than all that saccharin shit
you’ve been eating up till now?
will you be finicky, as you usually are,
will you go in unwillingly,
and find they are rotten
will you spit them on the sidewalk
and run quickly away?
will you mold my words...
like jell-o...or play-doh
...or kids with mashed potatoes...
and then, when your new sculpture is complete
...a masterpiece in its own right...
will you hand it back to me
...well, by then, it's not the same
...words switched, meaning’s changed)
Hello there.
(do you see me stroll away?
...and I seem confident inside these confines...
it’s as though self and sidewalk have no effect on me)
verse 1
I’ve put my life on the line
In the search to find true happiness
On a dream is where I’d dwell
I had my life on the line
It was all on hold and colourless
The darker spirits had cast a spell
I’ve placed a trust in myself
My life will not be lead in loneliness
The streaming tears must float away
I had a trust in myself
Life can’t remain so passionless
Until that time I am a stray
chorus
One can’t just force the emotion
Force it to a place,
Where it can’t blossom proud and true
It lays low then attacks
Attacks when it finds someone
Connecting strong with you
I put my heart and soul
To find the one who’d show me heaven
There were few who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts were for nothing I could tell
And whenever fortune approached
I’d be brought down to serve in hell
Verse 2
I felt so blind to the truth
Naïve and young I wanted it
Because my life was bland and blue
I was so blind to the truth
Seeking all who I connected with
It wasn’t real love I knew
I’ve got a fire in my heart
Warm and raging, still alive
I’m alone, but I’m complete
I had a fire in my heart
It swung around, then learned to live
It’s independent to the heat
chorus
Bridge
The error of my ways was to
Seek compassion from another
My flaw in the day was to
Reciprocate from my lover
Yet all I ever needed was to love myself
With all my heart, from within my soul
Life’s just a series of moments
Mortal, null, and full of stress
A break to being must unfold
Life is a series of moments
Learn not to waste and self confess
So seize yours, don’t be told
Final Chorus
I have my heart and soul
I am the one who’ll show me heaven
With the one’s who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts had been for nothing, I could tell
Now whenever fortune approached
I’m not brought down to serve in hell
a white and yellow flower
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Mmmm - I feel good….
With a ‘Breath of fresh Ayr’
To start your day,
And 'Honest Men'
Along the way,
'Bonnie Lasses'
To help you stay,
Aye, Ayr’s the place,
To be today…
© ali-p 2003
John Tain appointed to Carnegie Museum of Art
He will oversee the museum’s curatorial department and work with the museum director, Eric Crosby, to help shape the institution’s artistic program and contextualise its collection.
https://t.co/48OoijXbnoShakespeare's most famous play, Hamlet, exhibits the man's inner workings, being agonized by complex strife with himself and his own desires.
It is a lurid event of post-renaissance drama in which psychology is articulated through brilliant poetry.
Shakespeare articulated both to the high and low culture his existential vision of human frailty.
For Two Dapper ‘Nutcracker’ Princes, It’s Showtime
This season, two vivacious boys at the School of American Ballet make their princely debuts in New York City Ballet’s production of “The Nutcracker.
https://t.co/iTjcx20BNRLeading engineers of that time were more focused on visionary designs. The "visual boasting" was aimed to make an impression on prospective or actual employers. Many of Leonardo's most famous designs fall into this category, such as the "tank", designed to shoot across the battlefield.
Other famous designs have been misread. The "helicopter" or airscrew is a device of technological entertainment. The same applies to the spring-driven "car".
It took thousands of years for the European culture to realise that a child is not an object but a human being.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau wrote in Emile, or On Education (1762), that "nature wants children to be children before they are men." He did not see children as humans but appealed to parents to look after their offspring. However, he did not take his own ideas to heart and abandoned his offspring at birth.
The Venice Biennale Saw Fewer Attendees, But a More Diverse Crowd | Artnet News
This year's Venice Biennale has closed and its in-figures report released, revealing a decrease it ticket sales in comparison to 2022.
https://t.co/RGsMDxtKkv- If it doesn’t induce the reader to proceed to the second sentence, your work is dead. Of such a progression of sentences, each tugging the reader forward until he is hooked, a writer constructs that fateful unit, the “lead.”
- Do not count on the reader to stick around. Readers want to know very soon what’s in it for them.
I want to give you everything
Its you I want to hold
But how can I do this
When right now I feel so cold
I wonder if I’m wasting my time
On something that may not be
When all I want to show you
Is the whole me
I could tell you a million times
Just how great life could be
If only you can change your ways
For a survival of you and me
I could walk away right now
And always wonder why
My tears would be just like the snow
Frozen when I cry
Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02