Ken Parker, Who Sought to Reinvent the Guitar, Dies at 73
He built groundbreaking guitars that were displayed in art galleries and played by Joni Mitchell, Trent Reznor and many others.
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‘Restorative Justice’: Beirut’s Struggle with Truth
Heritage in Lebanon is not just about aesthetics; it is about truth.
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brown wooden house near body of water
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I’m weak and tired,
shaky and damaged.
Why does strength make me
weak?
Why every time I stand strong
do I shake and inside,
turn meek?
Strength rips off my flesh
and tears my insides
so the timid, helpless child
can no longer hide—
No longer hide
the tears, the screams
the slashing, the gashing,
the moaning the pain,
the ashes, the crashes,
the rain, no gain.
Strength grabs me, it stabs me
and sets me afire;
it slaps me, it snaps me,
running me down
to the mud and the mire.
I walk proudly
as strength kills me from the
inside out.
I scream and shout
but my pain reaches not one ear
while I fall and shake,
cry and break;
yelling for something to save
me,
for strength to stop raping me
and killing me
with every breath I take.
Louvre Heist: Five New Suspects Arrested | Artnet News
French prosecutors say five more suspects were arrested in connection with the shocking theft of $102 million worth of imperial jewelry from the Louvre.
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, genre: illustration, style: Regionalism, completition: 1925.
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Sometimes older people mistakenly remember kids in the past as more accomplished.
And todays youth will likely consider the generation after them to be deficient.
My face dry and burnt from the afternoon sun,
Facing toward forever.
Behind me, a world of pain and anguish,
One step forward, a solution.
They yell from below,
But their voices are trivial.
They didn't care then,
They don't care now.
Slowly breathing,
There's no turning back.
I let myself fly,
The wind on my side,
And soar from the peak of despair.
Falling into an endless ocean of darkness,
Into the pain, that no one bothered to notice.
Ripping the air,
Like a knife plunged deep,
A blur out the window,
To those who would cynically glance.
A waste of skin,
A waste of time,
A waste of life.
Blessed,
Sweet,
Pavement...
Denmark is famous for being one of the happiest countries in the world.
It is known for being one of the most egalitarian countries in the world and its high levels of wellbeing are often attributed to its welfare system, where higher taxes provide free healthcare, school and university education, and government spending on children and the elderly is higher per capita than any other country in the world.
, genre: genre painting, style: Realism, location: France, gallery name: Private Collection, tags: walking, completition: 1863.
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close-up of a green leaf
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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.
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