Artsy Fartsy – Banksy does Gaza (The Power of Art)

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Banksy revealed the locations of the pieces in Gaza in Palestine. Inspired by a sculpture of Niobe, a Greek mythological figure, the first piece is entitled “Bomb Damage” and obviously with Banksy, the placement is just on point. Niobe’s children were killed out of spite and then in her mourning she turned into a stone that was constantly weeping.

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Two quotes were enclosed with the images of the new stenciled pieces:

Gaza is often described as ‘the world’s largest open air prison’ because no-one is allowed to enter or leave. But that seems a bit unfair to prisons – they don’t have their electricity and drinking water cut off randomly almost everyday.  – Banksy

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A local man came up and said ‘Please – what does this mean?’ I explained I wanted to highlight the destruction in Gaza by posting photos on my website – but on the internet people only look at pictures of kittens. — Banksy

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Poetry Mondays – The Journey by Mary Oliver

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One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do

determined to save

the only life you could save.

Poetry Mondays – Macavity – The Mystery Cat by T. S. Eliot

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Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw–
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no on like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air–
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!

Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square–
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!

He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s.
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair–
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair–
But it’s useless of investigate–Macavity’s not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
“It must have been Macavity!”–but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place–MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

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Poetry Mondays – How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning & My River Runs to Thee by Emily Dickinson

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How Do I Love Thee

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

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My River runs to thee.

Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?

My river awaits reply.

Oh! Sea, look graciously.

I’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks.

Say, sea, Take me!

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

I’m Sorry by Kevin the Poet (BLW Contributor)

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Let me start by saying how sorry,
I really am sincerely so sorry.
For all the stupid staff-
Only saying doesn’t seem enough.
I feel worse about myself,
My apologies has filled your apology shelf.
Cause every new day i do something,
Yes something that leaves you hurting.
Always promise never ever to redo,
Which i never end up to do.
Always to hurt you in another way;
A factory manufacturing wrong ways,
Is what i have turned to be,
Sorry sayer the best thing i get to be.
The worst is whenever i hurt you,
I always end up hurting too.
I guess i must be a crack addict gal;
Always to do what not good at all,
This is the last time,
Apart for us to be, only to be fine.
Cause this is the only way,
Hard to do but is the best way.
This last time accept my apology,
Yes last time a promise to be.

Check out other great poems from Kevin the Poet

Poetry Mondays – John F. Kennedy’s America’s Cup Speech (Come Back to the Sea)

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I really don’t know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea,

except I think it is because in addition to the fact that the sea changes

and the light changes,

and ships change,

it is because we all came from the sea.

And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have,

in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood

that exists in the ocean, and,

therefore, we have salt in our blood,

in our sweat, in our tears.

We are tied to the ocean.

And when we go back to the sea,

whether it is to sail or

to watch it we are going back

from whence we came.

Photo Courtesy of YachtPals

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Wisdom Wednesdays – Search & Destroy

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Poetry Mondays – Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson

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Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all.

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

Silence – Saying Nothing Sometimes Says The Most – Emily Dickinson, 32×48 Canvas Giclée, Gallery Wrap, Office Size

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