Sometimes people are hesitant. Sometimes they’re insecure. Sometimes they’re shy. Whatever the reason, sometimes people will ask a different question than the one they really want you to answer.
One employee might ask whether you think he should take a few college courses. What he really wants to know is whether you see him as able to grow in your organization; he hopes you’ll say you do and he hopes you’ll share the reasons why.
Behind many questions is an unasked question.
, genre: genre painting, style: Romanticism, gallery name: Fitzwilliam Museum (University of Cambridge), Cambridge, UK, tags: female-portraits, Lady, Outerwear, Victorian fashion, costume design, completition: 1858.
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, genre: genre painting, style: Expressionism, Surrealism, tags: group-portraits.
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To solve invisible labour, people need to make it visible. Then they should do something about it.
- On an individual scale, family members can talk about the division of work at home.
- Paid parental leave or subsidised child care could help alleviate the unpaid work mothers currently do.
, genre: history painting, style: Expressionism, period: Late works, gallery name: Munch Museum, Oslo, Norway, tags: famous-people, domestic-settings, Charlotte-Corday, Marat, French-Revolution, birth-and-death, Mythology, completition: 1907.
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Chest enclosed
heart about to explode
please don't leave again
you've already left
I know it's not the way I think of it
but I can't help but think of it that way
I know you care about me
so why are you so far?
Why does my heart want you so
knowing you are too soon to leave
knowing I will be left with tears
and memories once lived now gone.
Through the darkness of it all
it was worth it
you are worth the pain of seeing you leave
because at least I got to see you
Why does my heart whisper
your name into the wind,
when all it does is travel the other way?
Why do you torture me so
with words of brilliance
only to be left behind
with the hands of time?
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
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
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The idea of people as consumers took shape before WWI, but it became more common in America in the 1920s.
People have always consumed the basics of life - food, clothing, shelter. They had to work to get them, but there was little economic motive for increased consumption among the masses. Attempts to promote new fashions and boost sales slowly increased as the pursuit of wealth extended beyond the very rich.
a group of brown objects
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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
