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I gave each actual libertarian a matching straw counterpart. It’s pretty sweet.
Slowed-down version here.
Poetry is concerned with using and abusing, with losing with wanting, with denying with avoiding with adoring with replacing the noun. It is doing that always doing that, doing that and doing nothing but that. Poetry is doing nothing but losing refusing and pleasing and betraying and caressing nouns. That is what poetry does, that is what poetry has to do no matter what kind of poetry it is. And there are a great many kinds of poetry.
When I said.
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
And then later made that into a ring I made poetry and what did I do I caressed completely caressed and addressed a noun.
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From a social media perspective, I think the Kony 2012 campaign is brilliant. From a filmmaking perspective, the viral video is absolutely extraordinary. But while many are celebrating its success and joining the movement, opposition is also gaining momentum. Despite valid criticisms, I think the campaign is still a worthwhile cause, because it has no doubt shed light on a situation many were unfamiliar with. While Invisible Children’s tactics might be questionable, I remain hopeful that the increased awareness can lead to appropriate action by the international political arena, rather than merely the people behind the campaign gaining power and money. Embrace this incredible moment in human rights activism, but read up and educate yourself on both sides of the story, and make a decision for yourself.
http://visiblechildren.tumblr.com/
http://justiceinconflict.org/2012/03/07/taking-kony-2012-down-a-notch/
http://fishingboatproceeds.tumblr.com/post/18888907871/kony-2012
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Overheard 4 (by MoreInterpretations)
My step grandfather Frank and my mother looking after him.
There are so many things I want to ask him - about who he really is, about what living for 80 years was like. I never knew him before his stroke…so much of his memory was lost because he can’t conjure up the words to articulate his experiences.
He knows that he won’t be leaving this bed.
My mum still tells him that he’ll get better, I just wanted to give him some dignity and tell him he’s right.
“Everyone has their time” he said smiling…
