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I have a nice breakfast
I have a nice morning
I have a nice lunch
I have a nice afternoon
I have a nice dinner
I have a nice night
The best thing you’re supposed to like is…
Abstract art uses a visual language of form, color and line to create a composition which may exist with a degree of independence from visual references in the world. Western art had been, from the Renaissance up to the middle of the 19th century, underpinned by the logic of perspective and an attempt to reproduce an illusion of visible reality. The arts of cultures other than the European had become accessible and showed alternative ways of describing visual experience to the artist. By the end of the 19th century many artists felt a need to create a new kind of art which would encompass the fundamental changes taking place in technology, science and philosophy. The sources from which individual artists drew their theoretical arguments were diverse, and reflected the social and intellectual preoccupations in all areas of Western culture at that time.
Abstract art, nonobjective art, and nonrepresentational art, are loosely related terms. They are of similar, although perhaps not identical meaning.
Abstract artists felt that paintings did not have to show only things that were recognizable. In their paintings they did not try to show people, animals, or places exactly as they appeared in the real world. They mainly used color and shape in their paintings to show emotions. Some Abstract art is also called Non-objective art. In non-objective art, you do not see specific objects. It is not painted to look like something specific.- Thinkquest
why why why here we go again,
i know it was just to good to be true.
they say the good times will go by fast
but never last,
really good things just happen in the blink of an eye.
but really good things shine really high,
I took chances but the wrong chances
your not the one of the million I thought you were,
the good one went bad,
i cant believe it.
all this time I was looking for a friend that tries to make things work.
I thought you were good enough,
ti’l I thought I’m through
I said I’m done.
I thought I stumbled on the right arm,
you used to make me laugh about the silliest stuff,
when i’m mad at you come with your velvet touch.
I cant believe that i’m so unlucky,
I have never felt so happy
Is it legal for me
To call myself an animal?
Whilst human is what I try to be
For the animal in me
Is transparent to see
If I get scared I plea or flee
Sometimes I show bravery like a lion
With nerves of steel made of iron
Sometimes I give off a scent
In the heat of the moment
As a child I have my season
When you can capture me on the heat
Till today, I do not understand the reason
Why I hunt then, like an animal hunting for its meat
The animal in me is confused
The human in me is amused
Is it legal for me
To call myself an animal?
Without being a cannibal
I know my right from wrong
Taught by my guardians tongue
But even an animal knows where it belongs
Whilst trained with the right punishment song
The fact is actual
I am an animal
Being human is my identity
While the only difference of reality;
Is the language! Ah ha! The language!
The language in which we all engage
by Gerard Oge, Penny Harvester at PS 119
On the first Monday of the school year, September 13, 2009, I woke up, brushed my teeth, put on my clothes and got ready for school. I walked to school with my brother Fancelli, who is in second grade. He’s new to the school and I’m in fifth grade. We were both excited to be going to school.
When I arrived at school, I ate breakfast and lined up. While I was walking in the hallway to go to my classroom, I saw Mrs. Berretta going into the library. “Gerard can you start making the Penny Harvest flyer for this year’s harvest.”
“Sure, Mrs. Berretta.” Right away I started to think and think about the Penny Harvest flyer, but it was hard because I had to listen to the teacher too.
When I got home a light bulb went off in my head and I got an idea. I sat down at the kitchen table and I drew a sun that was about to set with lots of people around it, a guy with an afro and a speech bubble that said, “Hey, why won’t you donate pennies to P.S. 119. You will help thousands of people.” When I finished my flyer, I was proud and I placed it carefully in my folder. I couldn’t wait to show it to Mrs. Berretta.
The next day as soon as I entered the school building Mrs. Berretta was standing by the door. I whipped the flyer out of my book bag and handed it to Mrs. Berretta. She looked at it carefully and smiled…”You did it again Gerard! I just know we are going to have another great Penny Harvest year with your help.”
Taken from COMMON CENTS BLOG
In the morning on International Peace Day, Ms. Francis took some children to the Peace Garden to meet a man named Mr. Alex. He was a fantastic drummer. He really brought us to the top.
In the Peace Garden, he had rhythm sticks. When he clacked them together, we followed the rhythm that he was playing on orange buckets and drums. It felt crazy and calm together at the same time. It felt this way because, there was a lot of heart inside the beats we were beating on our drums. Every few minutes, we switched instruments. It felt so awesome feeling the different beats of the drums.