Hurrah!
Y'all come back now, ya' hear?
posted by V at 8:40 PM
Saturday, April 22, 2006
This morning, I woke up
Feeling brand new and I jumped up
Feeling my highs, and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Life is a beautiful struggle
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Feeling my highs, and my lows
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In my soul, and my goals
Daily Sustenance
Awaiting Consumption
- The Nine: Inside the Secret World of the Supreme Court - Jeffrey Toobin
- The Yiddish Policemen's Union - Michael Chabon
Memorable Aliment
- The Last Question - Isaac Asimov
- Farienheit 451 - Ray Bradbury
- The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
- A Clockwork Orange - Steve Burgess
- The Alienist - Caleb Carr
- Shogun - James Clavell
- Murder on the Orient Express - Agatha Christie
- House on Mango Street - Sandra Cisneros
- The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao - Junot Diaz
- Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky
- Como Agua Para Chocolate - Laura Esquivel
- Go Down, Moses - William Faulkner
- Time and Again - Jack Finney
- Blink - Malcolm Gladwell
- Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
- Roots - Alex Haley
- Dune - Frank Herbert
- The Metamorphosis - Franz Kafka
- One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest - Ken Kesey
- The Dark Tower Series - Stephen King
- The Eye of the Dragon / The Shining - Stephen King
- Einstein's Dreams - Alan Lightman
- Moby Dick / Benito Cereno - Herman Melville
- Jazz / Paradise / Sula - Toni Morrison
- Playing in the Dark: Whiteness and the Literary Imagination - Toni Morrison
- Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
- 1984 / Animal Farm - George Orwell
- The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand
- Jitterbug Perfume - Tom Robbins
- Ender Wiggin Series - Orson Scott Card
- The Pillow Book - Sei Shonagon
- A Tree Grows in Brooklyn- Betty Smith
- Brazil - John Updike
- Galapagos - Kurt Vonnegut
love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds
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(with brightness of peace)
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all places
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yes live
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(skilfully curled)
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all worlds
My Mind
- Easy Reading
- NY Times
- The Economist
- Scientific American
- Counterfeit Chic
- Wikipedia
- MITOpenCourseWare
- MIT-World
- Onion
My Spirit
My Songs
- Y tu buena suerte
- Lei: The Broker
- Lei (I read, past tense)
- Such Great Heights
- Nessa in Wonderland
- Monday. Between vacations.
- Geeks and Nerds
- She blings like Vegas
- 140-Minutes of Commute: In Our Darkest Hour - Phan...
- Valentine's Day
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
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With your bitter, twisted lies,
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You may trod me in the very dirt
-
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
-
Pumping in my living room.
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Just like hopes springing high,
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Still I'll rise.
-
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
-
Weakened by my soulful cries.
-
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
-
Diggin' in my own back yard.
-
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
-
But still, like air, I'll rise.
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That I dance like I've got diamonds
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At the meeting of my thighs?
-
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
-
I rise
-
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
-
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
-
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
-
I rise
-
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
-
I rise
-
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
-
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
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I rise
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I rise
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I rise.
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