i only want tobe there to kiss youas you want to be kissedwhen you need to be kissedwhere i want to kiss youcause its my house and i plan to live in iti really need to hug youwhen i want to hug youas you like to hug medoes this sound like a silly poemi mean its my houseand i want to fry pork chopsand bake sweet potatoesand call them yamscause i run the kitchenand i can stand the heati spent all winter incarpet stores gatheringpatches so i could makea quiltdoes this really soundlike a silly poemi mean i want to keep youwarmand my windows might be dirtybut its my houseand if i can't see out sometimesthey can't see in eitherenglish isn't a good languageto express emotion throughmostly i imagine because peopletry to speak english insteadof trying to speak through iti don't know maybe it isa silly poemi'm saying it's my houseand i'll make fudge and callit love and touch my lipsto the chocolate warmthand smile at old men and callit revolution cause what's realis really realand i still like men in tightpants cause everybody has something to give and moreimportant need something to takeand this is my house and you make mehappyso this is your poemPhotos from Le Love Image
Saturday, August 28, 2010
NIKKI GIOVANNI
Nikki Giovanni is one of my favorite poets, and has been among my favorites since I was young. Her poetry is so accessible and fun. One of my favorites is "My House;" enjoy.
Friday, August 27, 2010
HENRY VAN BRUNT
Here are some images of buildings by architect Henry Van Brunt. His architecture is just beautiful, I loved looking at it in Boston this summer.
Coming home to Lawrence, I was so happy to remember that our very own Spooner Hall is a Van Brunt building.
Coming home to Lawrence, I was so happy to remember that our very own Spooner Hall is a Van Brunt building.
Friday, August 6, 2010
"... and I think that is kind."
Anyone else hear this on morning edition this morning:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=129001959
Driving to work this morning, I found myself tearing up at the sweetness of this well-spoken girl. I--a 22 year old woman--cannot express myself as well as 8 1/2 year old "Popcorn." She has clearly been raised to be a very verbal, aware, and polite little person. My favorite moment is when she says, "... and I think that is kind."
Kids can be so bratty--manipulative, greedy, rude--and it's not their fault; they're being introduced to the entire world and experiencing an overload of sensory stimuli. Nor it is the parent's. This girl, however, from what little we glean about her in this three minute clip, speaks with the honesty of a child and the fluency of someone twice, nay, three times her age. And that element is what makes this story so wholly touching, I believe.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=129001959
Driving to work this morning, I found myself tearing up at the sweetness of this well-spoken girl. I--a 22 year old woman--cannot express myself as well as 8 1/2 year old "Popcorn." She has clearly been raised to be a very verbal, aware, and polite little person. My favorite moment is when she says, "... and I think that is kind."
Kids can be so bratty--manipulative, greedy, rude--and it's not their fault; they're being introduced to the entire world and experiencing an overload of sensory stimuli. Nor it is the parent's. This girl, however, from what little we glean about her in this three minute clip, speaks with the honesty of a child and the fluency of someone twice, nay, three times her age. And that element is what makes this story so wholly touching, I believe.
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