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Mouth Rape Poem The best Poem ever. Tags: gradualreport comedy fun poem rape mouth cow happy life meaning chocolate milk face

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A Poem Revisited Historically Revisited Roses are Red Violet's is Blue... you might not like me I hate you too... Tags: gradualreport roses are red blue peom original and what not

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Taproot - Poem Taproot - Poem Great song :D Tags: taproot poem

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Taproot - Poem studio.ugo.com - Watch Taproot perform Poem live in studio. Visit studio.ugo.com for lots more. Tags: taproot poem live recording in studio ugo

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Rumi Poems Rumi Pome, from book of Rumi fountain of Fire,by Nader Khalili. recite By Sina, Music, By Hamoon tehrani,from true love rumi CD. www.trueloverumi.com,, create by Sina Tags: Rumi Poems

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Nightwish: Dead Boy's Poem: Neon Genesis Evangelion Anime: Neon Genesis Evangelion Band: Nightwish Song: Dead Boys Poem Warning: A few spoilers, and really sad, the BEST video of Neon Genesis that I can say *I did not make this video, credit is due in the beginning Though I did post it before anyone, ^.^ just getting that out there. Tags: nightwish dead boys evangelion AMV

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Rotting Christ - A Dead Poem ... Tags: Rotting Christ ADead Poem

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Grandaddy - Jed's Other Poem (Beautiful Ground) Grandaddy - Jed's Other Poem (Beautiful Ground) musicvideo by Stewart, 2005 "Programmed in Applesoft II on a 1979 Apple ][+ with 48K of RAM. Seriously." www.stewdio.org/jed/ www.grandaddylandscape.com Tags: Apple II musicvideo minimal code basic

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Rumi: Sufi Poem A Rumi poem fused with images and music. see more: Stars on a Dark Night http://www.starsonadarknight.homestead.com Tags: Rumi mevlana sufi sufism

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Tricky - Poems Tricky Poems Tags: Tricky; Poems

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Soldier's Poem - Muse This is my first (likely only) movie that I made using Muse's "Soldier's Poem" from the album Black Holes and Revelations, with video footage from "When September Ends" by Green Day" Tags: Muse Soldier Poem Green Day

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Johnny Carson - Jimmy Stewart - Beau Poem After posting the "No More Milk" poem with Jimmy Stewart on Johnny Carson, people were asking to see the "Bo" poem. This is it. (Note: It has been brought to my attention the proper spelling for Bo is actually Beau and the title has been duly corrected. Thanks all :) Tags: Johnny Carson Jimmy Stewart Bo Poem 1981

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Nightwish-dead boy's poem dark Tags: dark

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Rumi: Say I Am You (Sufi poem) Rumi's poems elegantly and consistently touch our inner being and inspire us to go beyond our limitations towards the Divine. The music: The credits do appear at the end of this video, but it is by the composer, Eleni Karaindrou, and is the theme music called "Eternity and a Day" from the movie, Aggelopoulos. A note on the music: This entire video was constructed in silence-only the poem and the images were put together without my knowing what music would be the right one. The music is so important to the interpretation of these poems. Rather than reading them, the music is my voice. When I 'laid' this beautiful piece of music over the video it fit perfectly. Few edits were made to accomodate the images to fit the music. They seem to be made for each other. Note for those who overlook the message and want to 'claim' Rumi as their own (country, nationality, language) they've missed the point completely and these comments will be deleted. For more Sufi-inspired Islamic art, go to http://www.starsonadarknight.homestead.com Tags: Rumi sufism sufi poetry spiritual Islam Islamic Muslim art

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Shakira - Poem To A Horse Shakira Poem To A Horse (C) 2004 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT (Holland) B.V. Tags: Shakira Poem To Horse Pop Music Video

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Love Poem California's Proposition 8 is a measure on the 2008 ballot to end same-sex marriage. We strongly oppose this initiative. http://www.noonprop8.com/ Directed by Dave Barton & "Greg Adkins" Cinematography by Eric A. Wahl Music by Robert Parker Tags: love poem gay homosexual marriage prop8 Bryton Films rights lesbian lesbians Corinthians kissing kiss bible proposition separate but equal weddings wedding asian latino older couple younger pacific islander mexican middle eastern interracial couples family No Yes Palin McCain Obama Biden 2008 vote Prop election November California

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Darian Dauchan performs his poem about Barack Obama Darian Dauchan performs his Spoken Word Poem "Damn You Barack Obama, You Pretty Motha fu*ker" during the Urbana Team Slam Finals at the Bowery Poetry Club. May 2007 Tags: Darian Dauchan Urbana Bowery Poetry CLub

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Lines From A Poem Trailer This is a trailer for Lines From A Poem, a film by Nathan Oldfield. The film is a document about an overlooked & underappreciated niche of the surfing experience: classical waveriding using traditional equipment. This original & compelling perspective of the artform is the debut offering of independent filmmaker Nathan Oldfield. Featuring a seamless blend of contemporary & archival footage and filmed at the premiere locations on the east coast of Australia. The film stars Tom Wegener, Alex Knost, Dane Peterson, Belinda Baggs, Mike De Temple, Scott Dillon & others. Music by Purplene, ukiyoe, Small Defence & Mike McCarthy. If you'd like, visit freefilms.com.au to find out where you can purchase a copy. Oldfield's next offering, 'Seaworthy', is currently under production. Tags: Nathan Oldfield freefilms Lines From Poem Surfing Log Longboard Tom Wegener Alex Knost Dane Peterson Belinda Baggs

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Armenian poem Paruyr Sevak- Tax&i erkarutyun@ Special thanks to Marianna Karamyan :) Tags: armenia armenian poem hayeren paruyr sevak sadness we are the best lol

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Edgar Allan Poe "The Raven" Poem Animation Movie Here is a virtual movie Edgar Allan Poe reading his great poem "The Raven" This recording taken from a public domain audio website is qiute possibly my alltime favourite reading of this most dark lunatic frenzied poem. Heres an excerpt of what the excellent Wikipedia says about this most famous of poems.. "The Raven" is a narrative poem by the American writer Edgar Allan Poe, first published in January 1845. It is noted for its musicality, stylized language, and supernatural atmosphere. It tells of a talking raven's mysterious visit to a distraught lover, tracing the latter's slow descent into madness. The lover, often identified as being a student,[1][2] is lamenting the loss of his love, Lenore. The raven, sitting on a bust of Pallas, seems to further instigate his distress with its constant repetition of the word, "Nevermore." Throughout the poem, Poe makes allusions to folklore and various classical works. Poe claimed to have written the poem very logically and methodically. His intention was to create a poem that would appeal to both critical and popular tastes, as he explains in the follow-up essay: "The Philosophy of Composition". The poem was inspired in part by a talking raven in the novel Barnaby Rudge: A Tale of the Riots of 'Eighty by Charles Dickens.[3] Poe borrows the complex rhythm and meter of Elizabeth Barrett's poem "Lady Geraldine's Courtship". The first publication of "The Raven" on January 29, 1845, in the New York Evening Mirror made Poe widely popular in his lifetime. The poem was soon reprinted, parodied, and illustrated. Though some critics disagree about the value of the poem, it remains one of the most famous poems ever written" Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008 Tags: poe raven poem animation annie christina rossetti beddoes we henley gothic poetry american

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Inspirational Video - The Don't Quit Poem Inspirational video based on the famous Don't Quit Poem. Watch HiRes version at http://www.TheDontQuitPoem.com Tags: Don't Quit Poem inspirational success motivational inspiration motivation inspire motivate

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Nightwish Dead Boys Poem Nightwish@ever! Tags: Nightwish Dead Boys Poem goth picures

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poem 10 things i hate about you the poem of the movie "10 things i hate about you" -Julia Stiles Tags: poem 10 things i hate about you Julia Stiles

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Forgetfulness - Billy Collins Animated Poetry View poetry in an entirely new and innovative way. Billy Collins, former US Poet Laureate and one of America's best-selling poets, reads his poem "Forgetfulness" with animation by Julian Grey of Headgear. Noted for their intelligent humor, accessibility and observations on daily life, Collins' popular poems come alive further in a series of animated poems produced by JWT-NY. - - - - - - The Poem - The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain, to a little fishing village where there are no phones. Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag, and even now as you memorize the order of the planets, something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps, the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay. Whatever it is you are struggling to remember, it is not poised on the tip of your tongue, not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen. It has floated away down a dark mythological river whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall, well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle. No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war. No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart. Tags: poet laureat poetry Billy Collins animation JWT NY forget forgetting

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Rumi Poem, Iranian Music and Divine Dance This video is on the theme of divine love, unity, oneness and the similarity of nations / religions. My only message,is that we all are ONE, but have different ways to express the VERY same feeling of longing for finding the divine within and melting with IT. My purpose in making this video was to share the feeling of UNITY and to show how similar we are. God is separate from nothing and nothing is separate from God. We are all ONE. Nothing else matters. God loves every human being who ever lived, lives now, or ever will live. Images are from various artists, found by google search. The texts in the clip are written by me, Aida. The music is from the album tittled "Gift Of Love Vol.1". The Artist is Deepak Chopra. The track name is "Agony And Ecstasy Of Divine Discontent". The poem is by Rumi, recited by Madonna. The singer and the Music are Iranian. ~~~~~~~ Please ENJOY :)) ______________ After almost 500 comments some people are still arguing and insulting each other. I have no choice but disabling comments on this video to somehow stop this meaningless discussion. Peace starts within each one of us, when we have inner peace, we can be at peace with those around us. You become what you believe, not what you wish or want, but what you TRULY believe. Never forget that our beliefs can move us forward in life, or they can hold us back. The choice is yours. * * * Tags: Iran Rumi Sufi dance persia molana poem farsi supreme love music hindi internaional unity spiritual

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Janet Kuypers, poem (part) "In The Air" live 07/17/07 #1 Janet Kuypers performs this piece, along with poems and prose during the July 17 2007 performance art show "Living in a Big World", live 07/17/07 at the Cafe (5115 North Lincoln Avenue, in Chicago, Illinois). The show contained poems and music from assorted musicins from Wisconsin, Ohio, Tennessee, New Mexico, and even Canada, as well as original sampled music, include the writings listed toward the bottom of this show explanation. But in this show, Janet Kuypers, because shw was exemplifying living in a big world (the title of the show), she drew a large chair, painted it onto a white canvas (which actually was a bunch of pieces of 8.5" x 11" paper stuck together) and attached it to a wooden base, so she could literally sit in a drawing of a large chair (it was 60" wide, actually). The visual display of the artwork projected onto a large paper screen for this show (which once again was actually a bunch of pieces of 8.5" x 11" paper stuck together)was a drawn TV, and inside the TV a bunch of Janet Kuypers photographs from around the world was shown in this "drawn" TV. Artwork included in the projected "television" display included: The Reischtag in Berlin Germany, Tiananmen Square in Beijing China, a building in Agrigento in Cicily Italy, Air Force One with President George H. W. Bush at Pease Air Force Base in Omaha, Nebraska, a downed airplane in Joliet, Illinois, an airplane in Naples Florida, the Arbeit Macht Frei gate at the Dachau Concentration Camp in Dachau Germany, Arches National Park in Utah, Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington Virginia, Bad Gastein Austria, as bamboo frest in Oahu Hawaii, a building in Bruxelles.Belgium, castles in Rome, the Chicago skyline from Lake Michigan with superimposed landmarks like an Egyptian pyramid and a building from India and the Eiffel Tower and Big Ben and Russian churches and a mountain from the Alps, the Colloseum in Rome, a mermaid statue in Copenhagen Denmark, the White Cliffs of Dover in England, the Eiffel Tower in Paris France, el Yunque tropical rain forest in Puerto Rico, Tallinn Estonia, Gettysburg Pennsylvania, a gondola in Venice Italy, the Great Wall of China, the Senate Square Cathedral in Helsinki Finland, highrises in Shanghai China, the Hollywood sign in California, hot strings in Wyoming, a destroyed house after Katrina in New Orleans Louisiana, a King Tut like human Egyptian statue in Paris France, the Last Vegas skyline, the Louvre, Luxembourg, Michael Stipe of R.E.M. in Urbana Illinois, a painted building in Montreal Canada, a lefe-side replica of the Parthenon in Nashville Tennessee, a glove statue in front of a church in Omaha Nebraska, a pagoda near Beijing China, salvages wall art work in Pompeii, the Pyramid of Cestius in Rome, St. Petersburg Russia, San Francisco, the Seasttle Space Needle in Washington, Siberia from the sky, a video still of shydiving near the Rockies in Longmont Colorado, the space shuttle in Cape Canaveral, the Statue of Liberty in New Jersey/New York, a stop sign in Mexico (that says "alto"), Stockholm Sweden, Olympic Natl. Park Temperate Rain Forest in Washington, the Temple of Vesta in Rome, the Vatican, and Zurich Switzerland. These are the writing included in the live show: the poem: Paranoia we sit here at dinner. I try to breathe. My hands rest on my thighs. I must watch to be sure, everything must be right: the silverware, small fork, large fork, plate, knife, large spoon, small spoon. Water glass. Wine glass. I know no one else sees them: the fish, the red fish, in the curtains along the wall. You have to watch them. My eyes always glance there. They are evil fish. They sit in the curtains, they wait, and then they come out. And the yogurt, the yogurt is the only thing that can save me from them. throw the yogurt, take a spoon, use your hands. Anything. And we sat there before dinner, and he ate his yogurt with his first spoon before I could stop him. How could you do this? How can you save yourself now? Will I have to save you again, do you even understand the danger — the prose: Man Who Talks Loud... Say Nothing I try to learn about the world, try to understand the world. While first traveling, I did a MidWest tour of poetry, then was in a Chicago poetry show at the National Poetry Slam in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I sell my performance art audio on iTunes & Naster, I try to share myself with the world, but I wonder if I'm actually getting through to anyone. I heard a Native American man, whose parents were from two different tribes (meaning that he could never truly have an allegiance with just one tribe), say that after he traveled extensively, he tried to tell his story to the people of either tribe, and no one wanted to even listen to him. They called him Ex-eh-ba-che, which means "man who talks loud... say nothing." Ex-eh-ba-che. "Man who talks loud... say nothing." Oh, what am I saying, I've been around the world, but I've never talked to a Native American. That was actually from a movie I saw, I don't even know if "Ex-eh-ba-che" is a real word or means anything. But... If I want to see something about the world around me, maybe I should turn on the tee vee, I mean, if news channels can have reporters in war zones, there's got to be something worth watching. Maybe I'll just get out the remote and turn on the tee vee, then press the play button and see what's out there in the world. — the poem: Fighting I Can Do I know these are normal things for me to be going through I know that I have been raped and beaten I know they've tried to kill me and lucky me, I survived I think I can survive everything they throw at me But as time wears on little pieces of this statue are chipped away everybody wants something, right? well, they've been taking from me and taking and taking and taking and my defenses are getting weaker and I don't know how much more fighting I can do — the poem: I Want you know what I want? i want a big house with filtered central air and i want a big lawn so i can recreate nature and i want a big fence so i'll know what's mine and i want the evergreens trimmed into neat little balls, because it has to look neat. plant everything in a row. and i want to spray chemicals on my lawn to keep the dandelions away and i want a plastic lobster bib over my fancy dress at the fancy restaurant and don't forget the hundred dollar champagne and i want a big fat car, and i want someone else to drive it and i want the two kids, one boy, one girl and i want a nanny to take care of them for me i want to be famous i want everyone to love me i want it i want it all — the prose: Adjusting Your Beliefs We lived in Pennsylvania for 6 months, and while I continued my work with cc&d magazine, I got a P.O. box in the town Intercourse Pennsylvania. And actually, it was an amish town, and we would go to the store there to stock up on spices, and the amish people who worked there were all short - Now, I know I'm tall, but when I say they were short I should also say that their heads looked child-like... that the people working there looked like they had a mild form, or early stages of, downs syndrome. We could only guess by looking at the faces of these people that the Amish had too severe a history of inbreeding, and no one new came into their community. And recently I was in Champaign to plant a tree, and we stopped at a mall and there was this hydro massage store in the mall - it was this temporary place that had booths set up for individuals to lay down in, and many jets of water pulsated into plastic sheets over the person's body, it was a massage thing that people could pay for. Now, I had seen things like this before, but I was told I should try this, you know, just splurge, so I was in this thing that looked like a tanning bed for your body with your head sticking out at the end, and John talked to a few girls there, because he noticed how they looked liked they were dressed in near Amish, or Mennonite, clothing. And he found out that these girls were in their late teens, and they came in from out of town on a bus trip; yes, they were Amish, but yes, this was a trip sponsored by their Amish community, and one of the girls said she was on this trip to hopefully find a husband. And it seems that they were doing this, they were allowing this much technology into the outskirts of their lives, to find someone else to have children with. Ah, the choices we make. The sacrifices we make to help our lives, or the things we are willing to destroy when faced with insurmountable decisions. — the poem: A Retired Policeman Talks About Suicides He's Seen As a cop, I remember one lady, we found her in her bathtub, she cut her throat. That's odd, for women, normally they take pills, they don't like to disfigure themselves. But she knew what she was doing, cutting her throat in a full bath. Less messy that way. Autopsy said she was full of barbiturates. She was a nurse, that explained how she knew how to do it, but then we found out that she was pregnant, too. And to top it off, her brother was a priest. — the prose: Technology and Communication (which is prose that has a bit of the poem "Communication '05" in it) Oh, I'm sorry. I was listening to my iPod. Oh, wait, let me see, maybe I can hook this up to play the music for you. You know, I was thinking about it - advancements in technology have been a wonderful thing, and many say it's brought the world closer together, have kept people more connected. And on some levels I can totally agree with that - I mean, I read submissions from email, saving paper and ink and postage, I keep magazines on line so people around the world can read good writing, I've even had musicians from Wisconsin, Ohio and Tennessee find my readings and set music to my words. But in the same respect, I sit all day at the same desk, staring at the web sites for the domain names I run, instead of actually meeting and working with people. I mean, at one point, the people i emailed the most lived in the same city as me, and were only a local call away. in fact, one of my friends lived a block-and-a-half away from me, on the same street as me, but i still emailed her as much as i'd call her, even though i could just walk over to her house and have an actual conversation with her. And even the phone, with cell phones you can carry a phone with you wherever you go, so you'll never be lonely, but it seems to give teenagers another reason to talk endlessly on the phone... And I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to attack someone at a bar, who is there with friends, who gets a walkie-talkie-style call from someone, and they take turns screaming their heads off to get little phrases to someone who couldn't even be there with them. I mean, the iPhone just came out, combining a cell phone with an iPod, as well as email and Internet web browsing. But some bits of technology allow you to tune the world out, like the iPod here. When people see these headphones on someone, they know that you've apparently found something bigger and better than them for their lives right now... But even without technology, when I go for walks every morning, I wear the iPod, but I also wear sunglasses, even if it's overcast, so no one knows if I am studying every person I pass. With a lot of the technology we have now, we can learn about the rest of the world - or we can tune out the rest of the world and ignore any news that doesn't fit in with what we want to believe. — the poem: The Carpet Factory, The Shoes i heard a story today about a little boy one of many who was enslaved by his country in child labor in this case he was working for a carpet factory he managed to escape he told his story to the world he was a hero at ten but the people from the factory held a grudge and today i heard that the little boy was shot and killed on the street he was twelve and then people complain to me when i buy shoes that are made in china now i have to think did somebody have to die for these will somebody have to die for these — the prose: Differences in China: children & trains Children in different parts of the world... I saw in China once a little boy outside, a toddler, drop his pants at the street side at a market and just start pissing on the sidewalk. And as I saw this, I saw that all the people there weren't even bothered by this... Someone explained to me that while they're little, toddler boys in China can go to the bathroom like that outside - but if he goes number 2, the mother has to pick up his feces (you know, like they were taking care of a dog). But on the trains in China, they had a television screen in every car, with clips from what seemed like "America's Funniest Home Videos." Well, I couldn't understand a thing anyone was saying in China on this show on the train, but you couldn't help but watch, and you couldn't help but laugh. It was a great means of bringing levity when you're on a public train, like when you're on your way to work every morning on the el. — the poem: Private Lives 2005 sitting on the el train i saw a middle-eastern man sitting across from me holding a large Zip-Loc bag of some sort of food paste, i couldn't tell, it looked like some sort of curry-filled food paste and the man looked unhappy, and after a few minutes i saw him open up the Zip-Loc bag, throw up into it, then close the bag again so, he was carrying his vomit with him on the el at least he had a bag he could seal it up with — the prose: Passport To Outer Space And a lot of us have experiences around the city, and I've tried to see the world, not just this continent, but 15 European countries, Russia, China... I've searched for these stories around the world, I've gotten my passport stamped like mad... but my sister told me about Don Stump, a friend of my dad's who ran a restaurant, well, his father-in-law apparently bought and had the rights to the space in outer space (you know, like all of the space beyond out atmosphere between planets and stars and comets and asteroids and stuff...). My sister even said that his father-in-law stamped the passports of the astronauts that went into outer space, since they were crossing the areas he owned. But Don Stump was pushed away from their house once, because at least two men from the FBI were there... Apparently Don's father-in-law was minting coins, it wasn't money that was valid anywhere, but it's illegal for U.S. residents to try to make any sort of profit this way, the way they might have potentially done. Now, Don and his wife and parents have passed away, so.... I guess there's no way I can pay them for having my passport stamped for going to outer space. But when you're up high in the Earth's atmosphere, a lot of places look the same. I mean, Siberia, with snow peaks and mountain lines along the eastern coast, looks like the Rockies in America in the winter. It's only when you get closer to the ground do you see the real differences. — parts of the poem: In The Air Chicago looks grand from the sky with this huge expanse of lake next to it, like civilization crept up as far as it could but finally had to stop. The power of nature stopping the power of mankind... Daylight, and the snow on the ground in the winter time looks dirty, too many cars have splashed mud on it as they drove by. And in the winter the sky always matches the shade of grey of the snow: fitting for the city of the Blues. Maybe the snow is already that color, that perfect shade of grey, when it falls from the sky in this city. When I'm in the air, I like to look out the window. Clouds look like cotton balls when you're above them, and when you're landing cars look like little ants, on a mission, bringing food back to their hill. And the streets look like veins, capillaries in some massive, monstrous body. And the farmlands look like little squares of colors. I wonder why each plot of land is a different color, what's growing there that makes them different. Or maybe it's that some of them are turning shades of red and brown because they are dying. And it always seems on a plane that you're stuck sitting next to someone that is either too wide for their seat, or is a businessman with his newspaper stretched out and his lap top computer on his little fold out table. Once, when I was on a flight back from D. C., a flight attendant walked by, stack of magazines in her hand, Time, Newsweek, Businessweek, and I stopped her, asking what magazines she had. And she replied, "Oh, these magazines are for men." This is a true story. And I asked her again what she had. I had already read Time, so I took Newsweek. — the poem: On An Airplane With A Frequent Flyer "I was once on a flight to Hawaii and I was waiting in line for the lavatory. There was always a line for a flight this long, you know, it seemed the washrooms were always on demand on a flight this long. So I finally got into the washroom, you know, and I looked into the toilet, and someone, well, lost the battle against a very healthy digestive system and left the "spoils" in the toilet, stuck. Maybe it didn't want to go down into the sewage tank where all the other waste from this long trip went to. Can you imagine all the stuff this airplane had to carry across the ocean? Well, anyway, so I saw this stuck in the toilet, and I went to the washroom, and when I was done i flushed and it still wouldn't budge, and so I opened the door and walked out into the aisle of the plane again. And there was this long line of people waiting to use this cramped little washroom, and I just wanted to tell them all, 'you know, I didn't do that.' And then it occurred to me that everyone, when they leave the bathroom on that plane, will think the exact same thing." — and the prose: Around the World, & sweet home Chicago And you know, I talk about travel around the world, but where we come from shows who we are. I mean, once I was on the other side of the world, at the Summer Palace, and an older man came over to me, knowing little english, and said, "My daughter and I wanted to know where you were from." So... not knowing how much geography they knew, I said, "I'm from the United States, in Illinois, in Chicago." And that's when this old man from the other side of the world said, "oh... my kind of town." And I started laughing, knowing the song, and then he said, "Frank Sinatra sang that." and I laughed more, then realizing that although I try to learn about the world, but my soul still hold on to my Chicago roots, other editors even comment on my style of writing being affected by being from the MidWest, being from Chicago... being from here affects my style and my art, oftentimes as much as my family history. I talk about learning stories from around the world, but I think we can also learn from stories right here, and as we live in this big world, it helps us to not feel small, but to grow larger than life. — For more information on this writing and other writings from Janet Kuypers, go to http://www.janetkuypers.com for more information and details. Tags: Janet Kuypers poem poetry dreams July 17 2004 performance art show reading video monitor tv chair living big world prose

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Taro Hakase - Symphonic Poem "Hope" the main theme from FFXII. gotta love the graphics in this one Tags: final fantasy 12 ffxii XII taro hakase symphonic poem hope

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poem şiir slayt sezai karakoç mona roza şiir selçuk küpçük Tags: sezai karakoç mona roza şiir selçuk küpçük poem

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Little B's Poem - Bobby Hutcherson Bobby Hutcherson(vib),Herbie Hancock(p),Ron Carter(b),Tony Williams(ds) 1989 Tags: jazz vib quartet

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Sohrab Sepehri (poem) Short piece of a poem by the persian poet Sohrab Sepehri. Voice and pictures aren't mine. The pictures are from the internet and the voice is from a CD (which is also named after the poem) that contains the whole poem (30 min.). Tags: Sohrab Sepehri sadaaye paaye aab sedaaye sedaye paye ab sadaye modern persian poem poet

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