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Post by Charles Vane on May 13, 2004 18:55:09 GMT -5
Read The Giving Tree! I don't really know why.. the only leaving song I can think of is the one by Vitamin C and that's.. not good. Meh I'll think about it.
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Post by Matalica Happiness on May 13, 2004 19:13:22 GMT -5
The Giving Tree! I lvoe that book.
Tragedy, is it supposed somthing you have learned over the year in schoo?. And it is away to say good-bye? Then talk about all the great experiences you have had. And talk about you'r friends and teachers.
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Post by SnicketFires on May 13, 2004 19:27:06 GMT -5
La Beatrice?
For Esmé with Love and Squalor?
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Post by Matalica Happiness on May 13, 2004 19:28:50 GMT -5
Guys, we do not want him to sound wierd. Give him somthing people will understand. Not everyone has read ASOUE before.
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Post by negativenine on May 13, 2004 19:34:22 GMT -5
That doesn't mean people won't understand it. I mean... if it's in sensible English, it's likely most people will get the point...
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Post by Matalica Happiness on May 13, 2004 19:38:57 GMT -5
BTW: Tragedy, here are some sayings you could use in you'r writing from the Blank Book.
The sad truth is that the truth is sad.
A new experience can be extremely pleasureable, or extremely irritating, or somewhere in between, and you never know until you try it out.
People don't always get what they deserve in this world.
It is always cruel to laugh at people, of course, although sometimes if they are wearing an ugly hat it is hard to control yourself.
Itis terribly rude to tell people that their troubles are boring.
To hear the phrase "our only hope" always makes one anxious, because it means that if the only hope doesn't work, there is nothing left.
Just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it isn't so.
Even though there is no way of knowing for sure, there are often ways to know for pretty sure.
And those are just a couple, I'm a terribly slow typer, so thats all i can come up with for now.
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Post by BSam on May 13, 2004 20:16:22 GMT -5
*helps tawg*
posts plz?
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Post by Zombie-chan on May 13, 2004 21:13:22 GMT -5
A few suggestions for poems...
"Ithaka" by C.P. Cavafy "Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson "If" by Rudyard Kipling
I'm also rather fond of the "All the world's a stage" speech from "As You Like It". That's just me, though.
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Post by Skalu on May 14, 2004 2:16:12 GMT -5
La Fleurs Du Mal Le Beatrice Any Shakespeare quote A poem by Kimia Other
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Post by Hermedy on May 14, 2004 5:17:36 GMT -5
A few suggestions for poems... "Ithaka" by C.P. Cavafy "Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson "If" by Rudyard Kipling I'm also rather fond of the "All the world's a stage" speech from "As You Like It". That's just me, though. IF. Now there's a poem that might work, as it relates to the topic "What matters most." If I can't find anything else, I will use that. Although it isn't quite long enough. What are those other poems about?
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Post by Dave on May 14, 2004 7:26:05 GMT -5
i kinda just had to do the same thing. We were assigned a topic and we had to give a presentation speech for 5-7minutes. it counted for half of my grade for the semister
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Post by Hermedy on May 14, 2004 14:06:52 GMT -5
1000 posts to whoever finds me the piece I end up using.
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Post by xangelkimzx on May 14, 2004 15:02:51 GMT -5
Tragedy, I really wanna help in this and so might take some time... OK, here's my rough sketch: Poetry: There are a few Christina Rossetti poems I can think of, (there is this really nice one called "Remember me when I am gone away", but I don't want you to sound like your dying in that speech, or girly, but... still check it out if you want: poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P3137603&BN=999&PN=1 ) Or, I could look up some poems for you both from my poetry books or the internet, or I could write you one, as I am kinda good at that. Songs: There aren't many I can think of right now, but I can do some research if you want... but there's this song, "The Sound of Silence" by Simon & Garfunkel (I dunno if you've heard of them, as they're quite old, but my mum listens to them and I think their music is good) but that doesn't really suit the occasion. Check it out anyway if you wish: display.lyrics.astraweb.com:2000/display.cgi?simon_and_garfunkel..best_of_simon_and_garfunkel..the_sound_of_silenceNovels/Playwrights: I agree with the others; Shakespeare is good. Though I haven't really read many of his stories, only Romeo + Juliet, Hamlet and Othelo, so I don't know. But I could search something up. ASOUE/Other: Maybe Lemony and Beatrice as the others said... I don't know. But that poem in TSS was good, that quad-thing one, I really don't know... I'll tell you on MSN if I find any other ideas. <-- Is finally happy to help, even if I don't get the posts.
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Post by esmesqualor3 on May 14, 2004 15:41:19 GMT -5
GOODBYE
“Goodbye” is a funny word. Sometimes it comes with a promise of return: “Au revoir.” “Auf Wiedersehen.” “Sayonara.” “See you later.” But your good bye to me was different-- An exercise suggesting good-bye: Tentative, over time, never stated, and possibly not intended. But if we part, it will be permanent-- The disappearance of a web site Manned by thoughtful professionals I have only met on line. An uncoupling, with much left unsaid Leaving a hole in my heart for my electronic friends.
-By Ellen Kapman
That one probably won't be three minutes long.
PRELUDE
The fields are chilled. The scattered rain has ceased. The colors of spring are gone. Sounds of nature have finished singing Leaving lyrics without a sound.
The rite is not accomplished. The mass has been spoken twice. Myriads of doctrines have been shattered Within the shadow of sacrifice.
Tubular bells are clanging, Echoing of coming wrath. Whispers of the last communion Are within the darkness of the glass.
The earthen pots have shattered Where only the slain remain. Cliffs that rose ten thousand feet Are leveled by Nature's almighty plane.
Wounding the Divine Lover by the lust of man, The Victorious King draws near. He brings no restoration For the profiteer and seer.
The singer has one last lyric. Earth's poets have lost their muse. Yet, a gentle wind fans the night For the comrade of the gospel news.
Hope persists to linger Within the fragrant scent of grace For only those predestined From earth's fondation to see His face.
-Lonnie Larkin
STILL-LIFE
This hand quivers with desire to move a brush deep into a palette spanked with colors succulent oils arrogant acrylics
This hand aches to fill the bristles with wet pastel arch against the tight-stretched canvas and kill this fragile moment of seeing you by remembering it forever
This hand can barely resist the blade that might encourage enough red out to match the bleeding of your hair the arterial pucker of your lips
This hand pauses, pen on page above the paltry sketch you words incapable of describing the rounds of your womaning the slender cascade of blue jean streaming down from the green apron that barely hides your heat
You walk into the rest room I try not to imagine your pulling down those jeans curling cotton away from your inner-ness
This is a private moment a time of no make-up the toilet doesn't care if your hair is combed your lips smeared
Finished, you re-emerge brush a stray hair from your forehead return to calculations and coffee pots
The man at the counter says something to make you smile
-Peter Cooper.
I guess these might not be exactly suitable but they are good.
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Post by Matalica Happiness on May 14, 2004 16:32:01 GMT -5
I wish I could help, Twag. I just can't wright. All i can do is find sayings for you to put into you'r finished one.
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