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Writing is a way of making our thoughts stay. The mind is a complex system not even the greatest supercomputer by the time of this writing can stimulate, it wonders from idea to idea, memory to memory. They surface and disappear, if You don't capture them in writing, you may never see some of them again.
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https://uploads6.wikiart.org/00240/images/youssef-amghar/pont-vers-nulle-part.JPG!Large.JPGWe’re at a Critical Juncture in the Fight for Climate Action. Here’s How the Art Industry Can Help...
The arts are uniquely placed to inspire public and political action on climate change, says Heath Lowndes of Gallery Climate Coalition.
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there are eyes on every face
so why do yours
make my heart race
why does your smile
light up my day
and then take all my pain away
what's more
why have those eyes I prize
never once looked into mine
every day I talk to you
but still you haven't got a clue
just how much love I feel for you
I want to do what you do for me
to share your pleasures and your pain
and wipe away your wounds with ease
I want to feel your tender touch
and hear your whispers in the dark
that turn all of my fears to dust
all alone here
lying in bed
thoughts of you pop in my head
fantasies of love so true
but I'll never get
what I want from you
realization tears me apart
tears slip down my cheeks
without even knowing, you broke my heart
It’s my perfect distortion
My face mirrored, and split by emotion
Toyed with and tainted as I move
From one to another, I fit to the grooves
Of the loose ends of sharpness that gather to unite
To be perfectly fitted
And renewed to the mirrored spite
Unnoticeably broken
But brittle and rough
Stand from afar, and admire the muffs
Help with the pane
Move to uncertainty
Lure the cheery light
And cure my fearful fright.
It’s my perfect distortion
That I recognize so well
But help me see
What the others see but tell.
Are the pieces lost?
Slipped through the cracks?
Fallen through to the dangerous high acts?
I’ll never know of my pieces that are missing.
Mold the old to fit the space
Kiss the glass, even of bad taste
Forever, but never made
To be new
Just molded and distorted
To create a familiar you
Of mirrored light, broken,
But Forever Bright.
Please stay with the brittle pane
Until the sun goes down
And pain fades
And new lights of distorted beauty
Reign again
Art Gallery of South Australia taps new director
Jason Smith joins the Adelaide institution from Geelong Gallery.
https://t.co/rxt0p83JOSRacial microaggressions are subtle and often inadvertent messages sent to people of color by "well-intentioned" white people that are unaware of the hidden meanings sent to them. Basically, unconsciously acting with bias.
Microaggressions (e.g., a higher tendency to interrupt people of color who are speaking, ignoring input from people of color, or displaying cold or hostile nonverbal behaviors) manifest racism directly—so much so that some scholars and practitioners have begun using the term racial harassment, in place of microaggression, to convey the seriousness of their impact.
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