Ode to Joy on crystal

IMPERIALIM.. HAS ANYTHING CHANGED LATELY?

Just a cartoon that once existed in my old History book, back in 4th high school… We met again just recently…

MODERN ART… I DON’T LIVE IN THE RIGHT TIME

One of my friends recently wrote to me:

“We went as a school to the Tate Modern art museum in London yesterday, which was very interesting. I must admit, I left feeling quite unartistic. How someone can call a stack of bricks or a canvas painted gray (with ONE white dot!) art is beyond me. This is why I write, I suppose. “

Piece of wisdom to which I replied:

“I TOTALLY agreed when i read your description about the modern art museum… I myself went to such a museum when I was but a little girl. I remember staring at a guy who gave us a conference about a white canvas with a red dot in the center… at that moment, I decided that either I could after all become an artist and make a lot of money with but a dust of imagination… or I should divorce with modern art once and for all… which I did straight away and never went in such a place again

YoU aRe SpEcIaL!!!!

IN HARMONY WITH THE MUSIC IF YOU PLEASE

TO THE ONE WHO SUFFERS OF BEING ALONE

WHY ? WHY ? WHY ?

 

 

Why was I born in the heart of a slum

Hills of waste, horizon of poverty

My only window this patch of blue sky in the morning hours

What would it feel like to find myself in my mother’s arms just once?

All these strangers passing by

One day, they will come for me

What do you want? Don’t hurt me…

Mama will you put your arms around me just once?

 

Why is the sun so scorching today?

Sweat dampening my heavy uniform

My throat parched like their damn bread

Gotta keep running or they’ll beat me

Sawati! Where is he?

I remember. Yesterday… lost him to the rebels

No time to grieve

Nodoby to watch my back now

Only fleeting memories of a childhood home

In the smoke, a bird song

Tells me the world should be different.

 

Why’s dad moving?

Mom tell me, what you hiding from me?

It’s all in your eyes

I can only guess

Makes me even more afraid

You tried everything to keep him happy

It was not your fault, not your fault

I did the dishes yesterday, mom did you see?

Who will teach me how to drive now?

Can I keep Snickers?

Dad don’t go, I’ll be a nice girl!

 

They all live under the same sky

In heaven, a Father hears them

He said he had special angels assigned to them

The words they can’t formulate, he hears

The feelings they have learnt to burry, he knows

The tears they no longer shed, he collects

No matter the street where you were born,

The name you were given

Or if there were arms to shelter you,

There is one loving Father who conceived you

Released you on this earth, present to the world

His love will grow you

His arms will nurture your soul

And only he can claim he can mend broken hearts

So, wherever you are, look up, look at the sky.

HOW CAN A CORPSE BE EXQUISITE?

I’m asking you. And yet, “exquisite corpse” or “cadavre exquis” in French, is the name of a technique which was invented by Surrealists in 1925. It is based on an old parlour game in which players write in turn on a sheet of paper, fold it to conceal part of the writing, and then pass it to the next player for a further contribution. But the best is to come. Hear this! This technique can be -and has been- applied to countless other forms of art like painting, drawing, collage, photography, writing books or even cinematography. Needless to say, a wide horizon of possibilities is open to us!

Here are a few examples:

 

 

TONGUE TWISTERS IN THE MOVIE “SINGING IN THE RAIN”

Gene Kelly and Donald O’Connor were unforgettable in this movie, weren’t they? Here is a part of the script when Don Lockwood practises his speech with a teacher.

Sinful Caesar sipped his snifter,
seized his knees and sneezed.

-Marvelous.
-Wonderful.

Here is a good one.

”Chester chooses chestnuts,
cheddar cheese with chewy chives.

He chews them and he chooses them.
He chooses them and he chews them. . .

. . .those chestnuts, cheddar cheese
and chives in cheery, charming chunks. ”

-Wonderful! Do another one.
-Thank you.

”Moses supposes his toeses
are roses. . .

. . .but Moses supposes erroneously.

Moses, he knowses
his toeses aren’t roses. . .

. . .as Moses supposes his toeses to be. ”

”Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
but Moses supposes erroneously. ”

But Moses, he knowses
his toes aren’t roses. . .

. . .as Moses supposes his toeses to be.

Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
but Moses supposes erroneously.

A mose is a mose.

A rose is a rose.

A toes is a toes.

If you want to read more of the script, here is the address http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/s/singin-in-the-rain-script.html

And this is another website where you can visit French tongue twisters
http://www.jdelire.com:80/vire-langues-blagues-humour.php

DAD, TELL ME WHO I AM?

Recently, as I was driving my car, I came to a revelation. Have you ever noticed how a car is the perfect place to have a conversation? You get stuck with somebody and that’s where you open up! Well, that day, my conversation was with God.

 

-I gave you your identity, I heard in my spirit. Because I gave you a name.

Yeah well I know that verse, I thought. “I have called you by name you are mine.” So what?

The voice intensified.

-I told you you are no longer a slave that you should live in fear, but a spirit of adoption I have given you, that you shall call me Abba, Papa.

 

That’s when I started grasping the intensity of God’s covenant to me. I was alone, abandoned by a father, my life shattered and without as much as a ray of hope. But there He came, the Heavenly Father, to pick me, adopt me.

 

So what does a father do? I started asking myself. And the words echoed to me.

He gives a part of his life to his child.

God gave a part of Himself, Jesus, for me.

 

He takes care of the child.

The Lord is my sheperd, I will lack nothing.

 

He protects the child.

The one who dwells in the refuge of the most high, rest in the shadow of the most high.

 

He loves.

See what love the Father has given to us, that we should be called His children.

 

But most importantly, he gives his name to the child.

God has called me by name. He has given me an identity, a value.

 

A social status too. I am called a child of the most high God, he has sitted me right by Him

and I can proudly lift my head and know I am a princess.

 

TALK ABOUT AN IDENTITY… 

 

 

 

LETTER TO UNCLE SAM AND OUR AMERICAN COUSINS

TO MY DEAR AMERICAN FRIENDS

 

 

 

It’s been a little while I’ve wanted to write to you about these elections, forgive me for not doing so earlier.

A little while ago, the American people, this colorful melting-pot of various languages and cultures, have elected their president. Once again, one could see what an influence the USA have on the world as every nations had their eyes turned toward the event. It was literally on every tongue, and I was amazed to discover that polls were held on internet to feel the general opinion toward the next american president. Rarely before has a political event caused so much enthusiasm. John Kennedy himself is forgotten. I even frowned in surprise at the radio speaker’s comment that everybody seemed to find himself in Obama. Interesting… My family and I have followed the American elections as much as possible with the information that we get in France, which is not much nor very reliable. But every evening saw us praying for the future of a government and a country which has so much influence in the world. I remember many of you voicing to me their concerns about the candidates or how to make the right choice and select the man who would carry on God’s plans… Well I just wanted to tell you that we prayed along with you; and as I remember your questions, I just felt that whatever man was chosen, the world was really in God’s hands. He did know which man was going to be elected didn’t he? Sometimes, we hate the fact that people say one thing, yet have different motives. People who pay ridiculous amounts of money to make TV spots which stain the reputation of the other. How can we chose or know or trust in that case??? But I think asking God to hold everything in his hands and trusting him for the future is really an answer and enables him to take control of things. I’ve seen him in my life but I know it’s true for way bigger things So well, keep being an example and a blessing for the rest of the nations