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Suheir Hammad- Def Poetry- A Revision of First Writing Since

notes from class

In the spoken word and written, language is significant.

The way a spoken piece uses inflection, gestures, tone is how the written word must use form, structure, and language to be our most expressive selves on the page.

I am not a woman scorned.

A real feeling: called to action yet powerless.

What response do I want my readers to have?

Like living in a honeycomb.

Sometimes raw emotion is problematic and depending on the desired outcome one may need to pause and work out his or her thoughts and feelings before responding.

So quick to judge.

Some words are toxic and some are tonic.  These are some of my tonic words.
sparkle
pamplemousse
pizza
kind
cozy
snuggle
poop
poo
turd
wispy
crunch
crackle
samovar
latte
cranberry
bright
springy
bloom
rush
gust
flounce
graceful
fulfilled
jest
toast
fresh
pie
swoosh

Taylor Mali- What Teachers Make

Guys, watch this.  So wonderfully powerful.

kvillz:

i love sweaters

kvillz:

i love sweaters

kvillz:

this is so hunger games

kvillz:

this is so hunger games

kvillz:

accurate

The biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis, but rather the feeling of being unwanted, uncared for, and deserted by everybody. The greatest evil is the lack of love and charity, the terrible indifference toward one’s neighbor.
Mother Teresa (via jdevlinp)

“Are you anybody else’s missing piece?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?”

“I can be someone’s and still my own.”

Shel Silverstein, The Missing Piece

“Are you anybody else’s missing piece?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?”

“I can be someone’s and still my own.”

Shel Silverstein, The Missing Piece

Interviewer: How do you see your characters evolving ?
Rupert: Well. Ron and Hermione are definitely friends now. But, it’s gonna change. They are definitely something else. They are soulmates. I think they end up together. But it’s a secret, don’t tell her I said that.

THE MOST PRECIOUS!

Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms  (via melyancholy)