The Starlight Night
LOOK at the stars! look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves'-eyes!
The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!
Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare!
Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!--
Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize.
Buy then! bid then!--What?--Prayer, patience, alms, vows.
Look, look: a May-mess, like on orchard boughs!
Look! March-bloom, like on mealed-with-yellow sallows!
These are indeed the barn, withindoors house
The shocks. This piece-bright paling shuts the spouse
Christ home, Christ and his mother and all his hallows.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Monday, April 28, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
¶ Easter wings.
¶ Easter wings.
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
Most poore:
With thee
Oh let me rise
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
My tender age in sorrow did beginne:
And still with sicknesses and shame
Thou didst so punish sinne,
That I became
Most thinne.
With thee
Let me combine
And feel this day thy victorie:
For, if I imp my wing on thine
Affliction shall advance the flight in me
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
Most poore:
With thee
Oh let me rise
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
My tender age in sorrow did beginne:
And still with sicknesses and shame
Thou didst so punish sinne,
That I became
Most thinne.
With thee
Let me combine
And feel this day thy victorie:
For, if I imp my wing on thine
Affliction shall advance the flight in me
Monday, April 14, 2008
type of poetry
On October 8, 1914, a thirty-six year old woman died of chronic pulmonary tuberculosis in Rochester, New York. One year later, Manas Press published her first (and only) book ofpoetry, Verse. This poet’s name was Adelaide Crapsey, the inventor of the American Cinquain.Crapsey was born in 1878, the third child of an Episcopal clergyman. She graduated from Vassar College, returning to her high school boarding school, Kemper Hall, to teach literature and history. A few years later, while teaching a course entitled, “Poetics: A Critical Study of Verse Forms” at Smith College, she began a study of metrics which led to her invention of the cinquain as we know it.In its simplest dictionary definition, a cinquain is a poem of five lines. Crapsey’s cinquain was more specific, a poem of five lines with a specific syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2, usually iambic. The ideal cinquain for Crapsey was one that worked up to a turn or climax, and then fell back. Similar to the “twist” that often occurs in the final couplet of a sonnet, a cinquain’s “turn” usually occurs during the final, shorter fifth line or immediately before it. Thus, the momentum of a cinquain grows with each subsequent line as another two syllables, usually an ambic foot, is added bringing the poem to a climax at the fourth line, falling back to a two syllable “punch line”.Part of the imagist movement in the early twentieth century, Crapsey wrote her cinquains in precise, natural language with minimal use of adjectives. Although influenced by her study of Asian poetry forms and her translations of Japanese haiku, she titled her cinquains and was not opposed to the use of literary devices such as alliteration and assonance. At some point in the mid-twentieth century, elementary school teachers started using a modified version of the cinquain as a grammar lesson. Instead of syllables, these poems emphasized grammar forms as the criteria for each line. Although useful as a teaching tool, these “didactic” cinquains were never widely published. Recently, there has been a renaissance of cinquain poetry on the internet, of the syllable-patterned form that Crapsey developed. Modern cinquain writers have been refining the form as they experiment, sometimes using resonance between the first and last lines to bring the poem full circle. Many poets writing today’s cinquains draw from their experiences with haiku, effectively using juxtaposition to divide the poem into two halves, which compliment each other with layered meanings.Cinquain poets have also been experimenting with cinquain variations – cinquain sequences (polystanzaic poems made up of cinquain stanzas), crown cinquains (a five stanza cinquain sequence), reverse cinquains (a cinquain with a reverse syllable pattern of 2-8-6-4-2), mirror cinquains (a two stanza cinquain sequence of the pattern 2-4-6-8-2 2-8-6-4-2), and cinquain butterflies (a “merged mirror cinquain” where the two stanzas of a mirror cinquain are merged together, one of the middle 2 syllable lines is dropped, resulting in one nine line stanza of the form 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2). Please note that a cinquain butterfly is not a “cinquain” because it doesn’t have five lines, but it is a “butterfly” made up of two cinquains that were merged together into one poem.Now it is the reader’s turn to experiment. After some practice, the rhythm of a cinquain will begin to feel natural. It is important not to force a poem into the cinquain form but to allow the form and the discipline of its syllable count to grow the poem. Since there are only twenty-two syllables to work with, it’s good practice to avoid the use of unnecessary words and make each syllable count. However, be forewarned – writing cinquains can be addicting! Printed in the SP Quill Quarterly Magazine, Spring 2005, Volume 6. All Rights Reserved. The following examples were also published with this article.Example #1:Turquoise Thoughts
Hammered
silver bracelet,
desert sky turquoise stone -
city-bound but feels sagebrush in
her soul.
Copyright © 2005 Deborah P Kolodji
Example #2:Cherry Blossoms
Cherry
blossoms float on
the afternoon breezes.
Petals fluttering down like snow
in spring.
Copyright © 2005 Marie Summers
Example #3:Joshua Tree
hair spiked,
a crooked stance
in the hot desert sun -
dust in his face, he limps towards
the blue
Hammered
silver bracelet,
desert sky turquoise stone -
city-bound but feels sagebrush in
her soul.
Copyright © 2005 Deborah P Kolodji
Example #2:Cherry Blossoms
Cherry
blossoms float on
the afternoon breezes.
Petals fluttering down like snow
in spring.
Copyright © 2005 Marie Summers
Example #3:Joshua Tree
hair spiked,
a crooked stance
in the hot desert sun -
dust in his face, he limps towards
the blue
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
experience haiku
But it wasn't until five years ago that his curiosity took him on a higin's journey - the path of a Japanese poet. "Poetry is a way of developing clear minds; you need an open mind to see something simple in life and what message it can bring." "This is particularly true in regards to haiku."Baird has published poetry in printed as well as internet magazines. He has written several books of which his most recent is entitled "A Field of Daisies". It's a book of haiku and tanka mixed. From lightheartedness to rich love: to deep loss and to silliness, Baird weaves the reader through wonderful experiences of imagery and pondering.In 2004 and 2005, Baird took 3rd place, respectively, in the Japanese Kusamakura Haiku Championships, a World Haiku Championship. His winning haiku were later published in a Japanese magazine.cherry blossoms flurryin the morning windlanding here and theretwo butterfliescelebrate such love"Tanka's are often love poems shared between lovers", noted Baird. The flurry of cherry blossoms is the fluttering of the lovers' hearts, even when they aren't together. The butterflies are separated by great distances but they still celebrate their love.afternoon shadowa frog jumps overhimself"Haiku attempt to trap the reader's mind in a moment in time, in such a way that there's a revelation or 'ahaa' moment," explained Baird. Here the question is how a frog can jump over himself. One image the reader might conjure is the frog jumping over his shadow - allowing him to jump over himself.oh snailyou were thereyesterday!The imagery, itself, is funny, but this is also a statement of mankind the propensity to continually put off dreams and goals. Here, "The mentor sees his student and is surprised," said Baird. "The student hasn't accomplished of anything since the mentor saw him last."on the beda sleeping dogruns"How can a sleeping dog run?" asked Baird. "The key word is bed." Sleeping on a bed and running - the silly dog is dreaming.meet me my dearestsomewhere in the pastour futureto share once againa perfect loveOne of Don's favorite tanka, the meaning is subtle and complex. The poet is asking his love to return to the past where at one point, was their future. He's asking her to go back and share their future again, a perfect love that they have always had.snowflakes flourishin the winter windtiny angels"There are layers in haiku - readers sit and meditate on what they read, focusing on the image in their mind and what it means," he explains. "There's always something else hidden - subtle meanings." "But they should always say what they say too - right on the surface!"a meadowof purple lilacyour essencedrifts upona subtle breezeHere an image is created of a meadow and the purple lilac reminds the poet of his lover's perfume or beauty. And then her essence drifts to him. She's suddenly there with him, her touch brushing against his skin with a breeze and a feeling in his heart.ah! such pleasuremystery and romanceentwinedin the nightof a cloudy moon"Not all tanka were written by "married' lovers." Baird smiled, a mischievious twinkle in his eyes. "For this man the pleasure was entwined in the mystery of who the woman was, and also the romance." And of course, cloudy nights are the prefect time for 'hidden' meanings.on his nosea koi balancesthe moonHow can a koi balance the moon on his noes? Perhaps it is a reflection in the pond. And who is seeing this, a casual observer or the moon?Baird's poetry touches the minds and hearts of his readers. It causes thought and often deep self reflection.3rd Place 2005Kusamakura International Haiku ChampionshipKyoto sunset-an orange koinibbles the moon3rd Place 2004Kusamakura International Haiku Championshipfrozen pondthe moon sees an old face
nature haiku
I can feel myselfRelaxing as the waterRushes past my feetBirds voice their beautyAs they are gliding overTouching the tree topsAs I look intoThe river water’s mirrorI can see clearlyAt night in the plainsThe crickets practice their songsMating melodiesThe stars shine so brightHeaven can’t be miles awayFor it is right here their people waiting for me
Monday, April 7, 2008
poetry haiku
How to Write a "Haiku" Poem
by Bruce Lansky
Haiku poetry is a very short, centuries-old form of Japanese poetry that is an intriguing change of pace from the kind of rhythmic, rhyming poetry you're used to reading. Haiku is like a photo that captures the essence of what's happening, often connecting two seemingly unrelated things.
Snow melts.Suddenly, the villageis full of children.
(Written by Issa. Translated by Bruce Lansky. Copyright 1999 by Bruce Lansky, reprinted with his permission)
Frog sunning on lily padas dragonfly darts by.Thrapp!
(by Bruce Lansky. Copyright 1999 by Bruce Lansky, reprinted with his permission)
Although traditional haiku are often about nature or the changing seasons, they nonetheless manage to convey emotion. With just a few words, they call attention to an observation and in effect say, "Look at this" or, "Think about this." If they're well written, we can't help but do just that. The haiku calls the reader's attention to the story behind the observation.
Traditional Japanese haiku had a total of seventeen syllables divided into three clumps (or lines):
five syllablesseven syllablesfive syllables
Some teachers think children should be taught to write haiku that conform to these rigid specifications. I disagree. The essence of haiku is the way it describes natural phenomena in the fewest number of words, making an indelible impression on the reader. The artistic effect, to me, is much more important than the number of syllables.
I think the best stimuli for writing haiku are nature hikes, nature photography, or art. Try this: Write down what you see when you go outside for recess or when you go for a walk in the woods over the weekend. Write down your observations on paper (or better yet, record them with a camera). Depending on the season, you might get observations of nature like the following:
leaves blowing in the windsnow piling up on unused doorsducks swimming in a pond during a rainstormthe first buds on tree branches in your backyardthe first daffodil poking it's head through the dirthungry bees buzzing around a flower garden
Next, try to find two images that create a striking impression when connected and write them down. You might get something like this:
After it started to rain, fishermen steered their boats toward the shore. Then, I saw a family of ducks waddle over to the lake and swim across.
OK, now you have to pare the sentence down so it still describes the scene while inviting the reader to marvel at nature. How's this?
Sudden spring storm-a family of ducks paddlesaround the deserted lake.
(Copyright 1999 by Bruce Lansky, reprinted with his permission)
I think that haiku is a lot closer to photography or painting than it is to the kind of humorous poetry I often write. It teaches the power of observation and the importance of editing. You know you've done a good job of editing when the version with the fewest words makes the strongest impression.
by Bruce Lansky
Haiku poetry is a very short, centuries-old form of Japanese poetry that is an intriguing change of pace from the kind of rhythmic, rhyming poetry you're used to reading. Haiku is like a photo that captures the essence of what's happening, often connecting two seemingly unrelated things.
Snow melts.Suddenly, the villageis full of children.
(Written by Issa. Translated by Bruce Lansky. Copyright 1999 by Bruce Lansky, reprinted with his permission)
Frog sunning on lily padas dragonfly darts by.Thrapp!
(by Bruce Lansky. Copyright 1999 by Bruce Lansky, reprinted with his permission)
Although traditional haiku are often about nature or the changing seasons, they nonetheless manage to convey emotion. With just a few words, they call attention to an observation and in effect say, "Look at this" or, "Think about this." If they're well written, we can't help but do just that. The haiku calls the reader's attention to the story behind the observation.
Traditional Japanese haiku had a total of seventeen syllables divided into three clumps (or lines):
five syllablesseven syllablesfive syllables
Some teachers think children should be taught to write haiku that conform to these rigid specifications. I disagree. The essence of haiku is the way it describes natural phenomena in the fewest number of words, making an indelible impression on the reader. The artistic effect, to me, is much more important than the number of syllables.
I think the best stimuli for writing haiku are nature hikes, nature photography, or art. Try this: Write down what you see when you go outside for recess or when you go for a walk in the woods over the weekend. Write down your observations on paper (or better yet, record them with a camera). Depending on the season, you might get observations of nature like the following:
leaves blowing in the windsnow piling up on unused doorsducks swimming in a pond during a rainstormthe first buds on tree branches in your backyardthe first daffodil poking it's head through the dirthungry bees buzzing around a flower garden
Next, try to find two images that create a striking impression when connected and write them down. You might get something like this:
After it started to rain, fishermen steered their boats toward the shore. Then, I saw a family of ducks waddle over to the lake and swim across.
OK, now you have to pare the sentence down so it still describes the scene while inviting the reader to marvel at nature. How's this?
Sudden spring storm-a family of ducks paddlesaround the deserted lake.
(Copyright 1999 by Bruce Lansky, reprinted with his permission)
I think that haiku is a lot closer to photography or painting than it is to the kind of humorous poetry I often write. It teaches the power of observation and the importance of editing. You know you've done a good job of editing when the version with the fewest words makes the strongest impression.
haiku are written in three lines to equate to the three parts of a haiku in Japanese that traditionally consist of five, seven, and then five (the Japanese count sounds, not syllables; for example, the word "haiku" itself counts as three sounds in Japanese (ha-i-ku), but two syllables in English (hai-ku), and writing seventeen syllables in English produces a poem that is actually quite a bit longer, with more content, than a haiku in Japanese). sliable at 17
Friday, April 4, 2008
edgar allen poe
I am having some trouble interpreting the poems of Emily Dickinson (the filter censors Dickinson), as some of my ideas seem to be off the mark. At the moment, I am attempting to understand the poem "Sleeping", and could use some advice. I will post my thoughts on the poem, and I would appreciate it if someone with any knowledge of Dickinson could help critique my thoughts or come up with their own interpretations. Anyway, the poem is as follows: A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid, -- An independent one. Was ever idleness like this? Within a hut of stone To bask the centuries away Nor once look up for noon? ------------------------------------- I felt that in the first stanza, Emily is describing as special, unimpaired kind of sleep. This sleep is "famous" because nobody sleeps in this unimpaired state. The sleep makes "no show for dawn", which signifies that the person has no intention of ending the sleep just because dawn mandates that one should get up and work. Because of this, the sleep is independent, and has no regard for other occurrences. Also, dawn can signify a new beginning, so perhaps the sleeper has no desire to start something new. In contrast to this sleep, Emily occupied her life by constantly writing new poems, and was driven to do so by her own desires. In the second stanza, Emily is pondering whether or not people can life like this; being content, and enjoying (bask) doing nothing. In the poem, noon could be literal, as in never looking at the time, or it could signify a high point, as in reaching for great achievement. Once again, Emily wrote her poems at a breakneck pace, and perhaps she was wishing to be content in simply living. If any of the lines puzzle me, it would be the "hut of stone" mention. Is Emily referencing earlier times, when life was more simplistic? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, those are my thoughts on the poem, but as I mentioned, I have a tendency to misconstrue the purpose/point of Emily's poems. I would appreciate any help, and please don't feel like you have to be knowledgeable in this subject to comment. Thanks in advance.
langston-hughes
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway . . .
He did a lazy sway . . .
To the tune o' those Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming from a black man's soul.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan--
"Ain't got nobody in all this world,
Ain't got nobody but ma self.
I's gwine to quit ma frownin'
And put ma troubles on the shelf."
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more--
"I got the Weary Blues
And I can't be satisfied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can't be satisfied--
I ain't happy no mo'
And I wish that I had died."
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway . . .
He did a lazy sway . . .
To the tune o' those Weary Blues.
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming from a black man's soul.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan--
"Ain't got nobody in all this world,
Ain't got nobody but ma self.
I's gwine to quit ma frownin'
And put ma troubles on the shelf."
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more--
"I got the Weary Blues
And I can't be satisfied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can't be satisfied--
I ain't happy no mo'
And I wish that I had died."
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.
thomas hardy
At an Inn
Beeny Cliff
The Darkling Thrush
The Dead Man Walking
Heiress and Architect
Her Dilemma
Her Immortality
I Look into my Glass
The Ivy-Wife
The Man He Killed
Neutral Tones
The Ruined Maid
She, At His Funeral
LONGED to love a full-boughed beech
And be as high as he:
I stretched an arm within his reach,
And signalled unity.
But with his drip he forced a breach,
And tried to poison me.
I gave the grasp of partnership
To one of other race--
A plane: he barked him strip by strip
From upper bough to base;
And me therewith; for gone my grip,
My arms could not enlace.
In new affection next I strove
To coll an ash I saw,
And he in trust received my love;
Till with my soft green claw
I cramped and bound him as I wove…
Such was my love: ha-ha!
By this I gained his strength and height
Without his rivalry.
But in my triumph I lost sight
Of afterhaps. Soon he,
Being bark-bound, flagged, snapped, fell outright,
And in his fall felled me!
Beeny Cliff
The Darkling Thrush
The Dead Man Walking
Heiress and Architect
Her Dilemma
Her Immortality
I Look into my Glass
The Ivy-Wife
The Man He Killed
Neutral Tones
The Ruined Maid
She, At His Funeral
LONGED to love a full-boughed beech
And be as high as he:
I stretched an arm within his reach,
And signalled unity.
But with his drip he forced a breach,
And tried to poison me.
I gave the grasp of partnership
To one of other race--
A plane: he barked him strip by strip
From upper bough to base;
And me therewith; for gone my grip,
My arms could not enlace.
In new affection next I strove
To coll an ash I saw,
And he in trust received my love;
Till with my soft green claw
I cramped and bound him as I wove…
Such was my love: ha-ha!
By this I gained his strength and height
Without his rivalry.
But in my triumph I lost sight
Of afterhaps. Soon he,
Being bark-bound, flagged, snapped, fell outright,
And in his fall felled me!
Friday, March 28, 2008
recipe
1/2 a pound of suport
1/2 of a personalty
1/2 pound of love
1/2 respect
1/2 musci
1/2 of kind and strategy
1/2 talent
1/2 practice
1/2 pacent
1/2 of a personalty
1/2 pound of love
1/2 respect
1/2 musci
1/2 of kind and strategy
1/2 talent
1/2 practice
1/2 pacent
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
recipe
fitness
what i think about Honestly, I think a good rule during the holidays is to have fun, eat what you want, and enjoy your family because you don't always get such incredible food. Everybody goes all-out and puts all the love they can into each recipe. Why not enjoy it? What's great about the holidays is you can wear bulky clothes and cover up — lol — so if you eat a lot, it's not going to kill you!
In my family, we have big gatherings and everybody makes something and brings it to the table. My mom makes apple crisp and bread pudding. I love desserts. Sometimes I help my mom with the apple crisp, but usually I leave it to the professionals. My aunt makes the best mashed potatoes ever — she makes everything by hand. We have beautiful turkeys and honey-baked hams and sweet potatoes — they're the best. Those green bean casseroles — I love them.
Enjoy! she like to cook with her mom and to make a good food and some other thing she like to make in her sparetime she like put music and cooking if make her f eel so good in side and now she now how to cook when she have any kide she can take the recipe bood out and make all kind of dessert for the kids and when they go to school she can pack it in their bag and take it to school with them or when they have a trip to go or a party she can cook and let other people tast it and tell her if it taste good or what more she need to aprove on then she can work on it
what i think about Honestly, I think a good rule during the holidays is to have fun, eat what you want, and enjoy your family because you don't always get such incredible food. Everybody goes all-out and puts all the love they can into each recipe. Why not enjoy it? What's great about the holidays is you can wear bulky clothes and cover up — lol — so if you eat a lot, it's not going to kill you!
In my family, we have big gatherings and everybody makes something and brings it to the table. My mom makes apple crisp and bread pudding. I love desserts. Sometimes I help my mom with the apple crisp, but usually I leave it to the professionals. My aunt makes the best mashed potatoes ever — she makes everything by hand. We have beautiful turkeys and honey-baked hams and sweet potatoes — they're the best. Those green bean casseroles — I love them.
Enjoy! she like to cook with her mom and to make a good food and some other thing she like to make in her sparetime she like put music and cooking if make her f eel so good in side and now she now how to cook when she have any kide she can take the recipe bood out and make all kind of dessert for the kids and when they go to school she can pack it in their bag and take it to school with them or when they have a trip to go or a party she can cook and let other people tast it and tell her if it taste good or what more she need to aprove on then she can work on it
Thursday, March 20, 2008
A day in the life of jojo
In the outskirts of Boston, Massachusetts JoJo grew up in a home filled with song. Her mother, a church soloist and trained musical theater performer, would practice hymns and arias alike while a young JoJo watched, listened and learned. She imitated her mother's incredible range as well as the sounds that breezed through the family's home stereo: Ella Fitzgerald, Aretha Franklin, Whitney Houston and Etta James. "When I was two years old, I would sing nursery rhymes. I would do riffs on them and make them jazzy," JoJo remembers. It was at this early age that she taught herself to interpret the pop and blues tunes she heard with her own distinctive and unique style.Eager to perform in venues other than her living room, JoJo searched for her first big break. She found it in a small newspaper clipping that advertised an audition for CBS-TV's “Kids Say the Darndest Things On The Road In Boston.” Her soul and passion left the producers speechless and she was immediately given a spot to perform.The final product is an album infused with assured, confident vocals and lyrics that speak way beyond JoJo's tender years. The ballads are deep and soul-filled, and the up-tempo tracks are bumping and make you want to dance. Her music strikes the perfect balance between attitude and innocence-which is exactly what JoJo is all about.This Biography was written by Record Label. jojo was very happy when she finnaly made it to the top
Monday, February 25, 2008
letter to mrs.bonnick
501 east 116 pleasent ave 
apt:6 new york,ny 10029
2/25/08
mrs.bonnick
280pleasant avenue
new york,ny 10029
Dear Mrs.bannock I choose Mr.Luther king Jr
Always a strong worker for civil rights for members of his race, King was, by this time, a member of the executive committee of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the leading organization of its kind in the nation. , Jr because he was Always a strong worker for civil rights for and his members of his race, was, by this time, a member of the executive committee of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the leading organization of its kind in the nation. and he spoke his dream in front of everyone and his family was happy and surprise that he had a dream to free all the slaves and try not 2 go back to war and help poor people and people what had no home food or clothing he was trying to refill everyone hopes and dreams.He help out and trying to put kids in to school so they can get and education so they an get good job. they are trying to help people from different countering and different hermitage can speak different languages so everyone can get a long and they can get respect from parent teacher and other people can be happy and they can go to collage.when they finish collage they think about a career and what they want to be in life and what is their goal to reach it

apt:6 new york,ny 10029
2/25/08
mrs.bonnick
280pleasant avenue
new york,ny 10029
Dear Mrs.bannock I choose Mr.Luther king Jr
Always a strong worker for civil rights for members of his race, King was, by this time, a member of the executive committee of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the leading organization of its kind in the nation. , Jr because he was Always a strong worker for civil rights for and his members of his race, was, by this time, a member of the executive committee of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the leading organization of its kind in the nation. and he spoke his dream in front of everyone and his family was happy and surprise that he had a dream to free all the slaves and try not 2 go back to war and help poor people and people what had no home food or clothing he was trying to refill everyone hopes and dreams.He help out and trying to put kids in to school so they can get and education so they an get good job. they are trying to help people from different countering and different hermitage can speak different languages so everyone can get a long and they can get respect from parent teacher and other people can be happy and they can go to collage.when they finish collage they think about a career and what they want to be in life and what is their goal to reach it
Thursday, February 14, 2008
auto biogrphy
Martin Luther KingThe Nobel Peace Prize 1964
Biography
Martin Luther King, Jr., (January 15, 1929-April 4, 1968) was born Michael Luther King, Jr., but later had his name changed to Martin. His grandfather began the family's long tenure as pastors of the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, serving from 1914 to 1931; his father has served from then until the present, and from 1960 until his death Martin Luther acted as co-pastor. Martin Luther attended segregated public schools in Georgia, graduating from high school at the age of fifteen; he received the B. A. degree in 1948 from Morehouse College, a distinguished Negro institution of Atlanta from which both his father and grandfather had graduated. After three years of theological study at Crozer Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania where he was elected president of a predominantly white senior class, he was awarded the B.D. in 1951. With a fellowship won at Crozer, he enrolled in graduate studies at Boston University, completing his residence for the doctorate in 1953 and receiving the degree in 1955. In Boston he met and married Coretta Scott, a young woman of uncommon intellectual and artistic attainments. Two sons and two daughters were born into the family.In 1954, Martin Luther King accepted the pastorale of the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church in Montgomery, Alabama. Always a strong worker for civil rights for members of his race, King was, by this time, a member of the executive committee of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the leading organization of its kind in the nation. He was ready, then, early in December, 1955, to accept the leadership of the first great Negro nonviolent demonstration of contemporary times in the United States, the bus boycott described by Gunnar Jahn in his presentation speech in honor of the laureate. The boycott lasted 382 days. On December 21, 1956, after the Supreme Court of the United States had declared unconstitutional the laws requiring segregation on buses, Negroes and whites rode the buses as equals. During these days of boycott, King was arrested, his home was bombed, he was subjected to personal abuse, but at the same time he emerged as a Negro leader of the first rank.In 1957 he was elected president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, an organization formed to provide new leadership for the now burgeoning civil rights movement. The ideals for this organization he took from Christianity; its operational techniques from Gandhi. In the eleven-year period between 1957 and 1968, King traveled over six million miles and spoke over twenty-five hundred times, appearing wherever there was injustice, protest, and action; and meanwhile he wrote five books as well as numerous articles. In these years, he led a massive protest in Birmingham, Alabama, that caught the attention of the entire world, providing what he called a coalition of conscience. and inspiring his "Letter from a Birmingham Jail", a manifesto of the Negro revolution; he planned the drives in Alabama for the registration of Negroes as voters; he directed the peaceful march on Washington, D.C., of 250,000 people to whom he delivered his address, "l Have a Dream", he conferred with President John F. Kennedy and campaigned for President Lyndon B. Johnson; he was arrested upwards of twenty times and assaulted at least four times; he was awarded five honorary degrees; was named Man of the Year by Time magazine in 1963; and became not only the symbolic leader of American blacks but also a world figure.At the age of thirty-five, Martin Luther King, Jr., was the youngest man to have received the Nobel Peace Prize. When notified of his selection, he announced that he would turn over the prize money of $54,123 to the furtherance of the civil rights movement.On the evening of April 4, 1968, while standing on the balcony of his motel room in Memphis, Tennessee, where he was to lead a protest march in sympathy with striking garbage workers of that city, he was assassinated.
Selected BibliographyAdams, Russell, Great Negroes Past and Present, pp. 106-107. Chicago, Afro-Am Publishing Co., 1963.Bennett, Lerone, Jr., What Manner of Man: A Biography of Martin Luther King, Jr. Chicago, Johnson, 1964.I Have a Dream: The Story of Martin Luther King in Text and Pictures. New York, Time Life Books, 1968.King, Martin Luther, Jr., The Measure of a Man. Philadelphia. The Christian Education Press, 1959. Two devotional addresses.King, Martin Luther, Jr., Strength to Love. New York, Harper & Row, 1963. Sixteen sermons and one essay entitled "Pilgrimage to Nonviolence."King, Martin Luther, Jr., Stride toward Freedom: The Montgomery Story. New York, Harper, 1958.King, Martin Luther, Jr., The Trumpet of Conscience. New York, Harper & Row, 1968.King, Martin Luther, Jr., Where Do We Go from Here: Chaos or Community? New York, Harper & Row, 1967.King, Martin Luther, Jr., Why We Can't Wait. New York, Harper & Row, 1963."Man of the Year", Time, 83 (January 3, 1964) 13-16; 25-27."Martin Luther King, Jr.", in Current Biography Yearbook 1965, ed. by Charles Moritz, pp. 220-223. New York, H.W. Wilson.Reddick, Lawrence D., Crusader without Violence: A Biography of Martin Luther King, Jr. New York, Harper, 1959.
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Biography
Martin Luther King, Jr., (January 15, 1929-April 4, 1968) was born Michael Luther King, Jr., but later had his name changed to Martin. His grandfather began the family's long tenure as pastors of the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, serving from 1914 to 1931; his father has served from then until the present, and from 1960 until his death Martin Luther acted as co-pastor. Martin Luther attended segregated public schools in Georgia, graduating from high school at the age of fifteen; he received the B. A. degree in 1948 from Morehouse College, a distinguished Negro institution of Atlanta from which both his father and grandfather had graduated. After three years of theological study at Crozer Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania where he was elected president of a predominantly white senior class, he was awarded the B.D. in 1951. With a fellowship won at Crozer, he enrolled in graduate studies at Boston University, completing his residence for the doctorate in 1953 and receiving the degree in 1955. In Boston he met and married Coretta Scott, a young woman of uncommon intellectual and artistic attainments. Two sons and two daughters were born into the family.In 1954, Martin Luther King accepted the pastorale of the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church in Montgomery, Alabama. Always a strong worker for civil rights for members of his race, King was, by this time, a member of the executive committee of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the leading organization of its kind in the nation. He was ready, then, early in December, 1955, to accept the leadership of the first great Negro nonviolent demonstration of contemporary times in the United States, the bus boycott described by Gunnar Jahn in his presentation speech in honor of the laureate. The boycott lasted 382 days. On December 21, 1956, after the Supreme Court of the United States had declared unconstitutional the laws requiring segregation on buses, Negroes and whites rode the buses as equals. During these days of boycott, King was arrested, his home was bombed, he was subjected to personal abuse, but at the same time he emerged as a Negro leader of the first rank.In 1957 he was elected president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, an organization formed to provide new leadership for the now burgeoning civil rights movement. The ideals for this organization he took from Christianity; its operational techniques from Gandhi. In the eleven-year period between 1957 and 1968, King traveled over six million miles and spoke over twenty-five hundred times, appearing wherever there was injustice, protest, and action; and meanwhile he wrote five books as well as numerous articles. In these years, he led a massive protest in Birmingham, Alabama, that caught the attention of the entire world, providing what he called a coalition of conscience. and inspiring his "Letter from a Birmingham Jail", a manifesto of the Negro revolution; he planned the drives in Alabama for the registration of Negroes as voters; he directed the peaceful march on Washington, D.C., of 250,000 people to whom he delivered his address, "l Have a Dream", he conferred with President John F. Kennedy and campaigned for President Lyndon B. Johnson; he was arrested upwards of twenty times and assaulted at least four times; he was awarded five honorary degrees; was named Man of the Year by Time magazine in 1963; and became not only the symbolic leader of American blacks but also a world figure.At the age of thirty-five, Martin Luther King, Jr., was the youngest man to have received the Nobel Peace Prize. When notified of his selection, he announced that he would turn over the prize money of $54,123 to the furtherance of the civil rights movement.On the evening of April 4, 1968, while standing on the balcony of his motel room in Memphis, Tennessee, where he was to lead a protest march in sympathy with striking garbage workers of that city, he was assassinated.
Selected BibliographyAdams, Russell, Great Negroes Past and Present, pp. 106-107. Chicago, Afro-Am Publishing Co., 1963.Bennett, Lerone, Jr., What Manner of Man: A Biography of Martin Luther King, Jr. Chicago, Johnson, 1964.I Have a Dream: The Story of Martin Luther King in Text and Pictures. New York, Time Life Books, 1968.King, Martin Luther, Jr., The Measure of a Man. Philadelphia. The Christian Education Press, 1959. Two devotional addresses.King, Martin Luther, Jr., Strength to Love. New York, Harper & Row, 1963. Sixteen sermons and one essay entitled "Pilgrimage to Nonviolence."King, Martin Luther, Jr., Stride toward Freedom: The Montgomery Story. New York, Harper, 1958.King, Martin Luther, Jr., The Trumpet of Conscience. New York, Harper & Row, 1968.King, Martin Luther, Jr., Where Do We Go from Here: Chaos or Community? New York, Harper & Row, 1967.King, Martin Luther, Jr., Why We Can't Wait. New York, Harper & Row, 1963."Man of the Year", Time, 83 (January 3, 1964) 13-16; 25-27."Martin Luther King, Jr.", in Current Biography Yearbook 1965, ed. by Charles Moritz, pp. 220-223. New York, H.W. Wilson.Reddick, Lawrence D., Crusader without Violence: A Biography of Martin Luther King, Jr. New York, Harper, 1959.
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Monday, February 11, 2008
Happy Martin Luther King Day
I looked around the web and couldn't find audio of what is in my opinion King's best, most powerful, most beautiful, and most pertinent speech, "Why I Oppose the War In Vietnam". So here it is, in MP3 and complete, enjoy. It's a discussion of America's motives for involvement in Vietnam and a little bit about our hushed history, amazing how little has changed, the speech could have been made yesterday. In 1964, the year Dr. King won the Nobel Peace Prize, Time Magazine called him man of the year, but they called this speech "a demagogic slander that sounded like a script for Radio Hanoi." Sort of like what they said about of America in Afghanistan. Made one year to the day before he was assassinated, April 4, 1967.
he did his speech
Why I Oppose The War In Vietnam
I Have A Dream
Off-site links:
And if anyone knows of some good links to sites about the FBI files that show Hoover was wiretapping and slandering King, and hiring people to start riots at his speeches, and even listing good times to assassinate him, please post or email me. hazle 2121@yahoo.com
I looked around the web and couldn't find audio of what is in my opinion King's best, most powerful, most beautiful, and most pertinent speech, "Why I Oppose the War In Vietnam". So here it is, in MP3 and complete, enjoy. It's a discussion of America's motives for involvement in Vietnam and a little bit about our hushed history, amazing how little has changed, the speech could have been made yesterday. In 1964, the year Dr. King won the Nobel Peace Prize, Time Magazine called him man of the year, but they called this speech "a demagogic slander that sounded like a script for Radio Hanoi." Sort of like what they said about of America in Afghanistan. Made one year to the day before he was assassinated, April 4, 1967.
he did his speech
Why I Oppose The War In Vietnam
I Have A Dream
Off-site links:
And if anyone knows of some good links to sites about the FBI files that show Hoover was wiretapping and slandering King, and hiring people to start riots at his speeches, and even listing good times to assassinate him, please post or email me. hazle 2121@yahoo.com
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
soft ball i like
I like to enjoy sports andi am every good at it. My secound favorite sport is soft ball i was going to try out and he made a list on the hall and to see who made it and try to do your best on the team the want me on the team cause i have a good arm i throw the ball really fast. I was scared the I was not going to make it . I was trying to see if i can be kept on the team but i want to study more on the book and teacher cause i want to past this year. I really like school cause their not of a lot of people makeing the right thing in life with out school and the good effert you won't get a better life or job in the futuer. but I really want to get good at batting and my stands.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
basketball
The first time i join the lady rams .I was trying out for the basket ball team and then they look at my grade an saw that my grade was good because if your grade are not good the you can;t be accept on the team. I was play defence and they told me that to come to practice every day cause we be competing with other school and they be comming here two our school but i like it when we go to their school so we can be then at their school and no matter .What we all put effert in to our game and try not to let the beat us in our gym so other school was scared two play use that why last year the forfit the tortumen .
my favorite sports
Myname is hazle and my favorite hobby is sports and Iam very good at is when i was in Manhatten Center .I use two be on the basket ball team last year .When the season was over i was seeing what was my next strategy is softball because i wanted two try differnt thing in life in stead on basket ball .My grades was mess up and i had to focus on my class work . I can be on the team when i get out of school at 3:00.I go home and do all my work so i can go back out side and go to the park i tryed to play hand ball but it was hard for me .I kept on trying to play and see if i could get better at it and one day i had two play against people and i want to see is my skills work. I really want to go to the chanmpion ship .My dream of what is my goal is to finish school. Iwant to get my high school deploma and get a good job in the future . so when i aply for a good job or a good school the can look at my IEP and see my average on it and see if i can get accepted to the school.
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