My Life in Rain Drops

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April 2012

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Apr 19, 2012
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John Gray on Americans

From an interview on his play Billy Bishop Goes to War written and produced in Canada in 1980s and why it didn’t go Broadway or gain mass appeal in America:

“Look, Americans aren’t particularly interested in anyone but themselves. They’re a big, imperial country. The primary characteristic of imperial countries is that they think the world revolves around them. They don’t like countries next door to them behaving like foreign countries. So here they are watching people from another country perform a play about someone who shot down more people than Rickenbacker in a war they didn’t win. They don’t want to see it.”

So many things still ring true on a larger scale of things.

Apr 18, 2012
Lazy Tranquility

Floating past time like

A single leaf  

On the silver lake.


Copywright@NoyonimaHassan

 

Apr 10, 2012
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“You can write me down in history with hateful, twisted lies, you can tread me in this very dirt, but still, like dust, I’ll rise.” —Maya Angelou, Still I Rise 
Apr 5, 20121 note
“I am responsible. Although I may not be able to prevent the worst from happening, I am responsible for my attitude toward the inevitable misfortunes that darken life. Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself.” —Walter Anderson
Apr 3, 2012
Walking Wings

Oh brother, dear father, my lover, old friend,

I have let you down

I always let you down.

It’s a war, great war,

That rebels inside

That repels inside

Like the panic and whispering cry

Of young children trapped

Inside

A fiery room with their hair burning

Their eyeballs dissolving

Melting and burning

Like my eyes do now.

It’s a war, dear friend,

That I am fighting, I am

truly fighting

The brains oppose and shatter

For words, a clear wavelength

Of connection and ease

While I stutter with a knife in my hand

In my brain

The bloodshed committed

I am fighting, constantly

I promise you I am fighting

Old friend,

I have let you down

I always let you down.

 

Date: April 2nd 2012 


- copywright@NoyonimaHassan

Apr 2, 2012
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