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Firmly grounded in the core strengths that have made it the best-selling undergraduate survey in …
By closing the eyes and slumbering, and consenting to be deceived by shows, men establish and confirm their daily life of routine and habit every where, which still is built on purely illusory foundations.
— The Norton anthology of American Literature by Nina Baym, Wayne Franklin, Philip F. Gura, and 6 others (Page 895)
From Walden, by Henry David Thoreau
United States Poet Laureate Joy Harjo gathers the work of more than 160 poets, representing …
OCEAN POWERWords cannot speak your power. Words cannot speak your beauty. Grown men with dry fear in their throats watch the water come closer and closer. Their driver tells them, "It's just the ocean, it won't get you, watch it, it will roll away again."
Men who had never seen the ocean it was hard not to have the fear that sits in the pit of the stomach. Why did they bring us this way? Other times we crossed on the desert floor. That land of hot dry air where the sky ends at the mountains. That land that we know. That land where the ocean has not touched for thousands of years. We do not belong here, this place with the sky too endless. This place with the water too endless. This place with air too thick and heavy to breathe. This place with the roll and roar of thunder always playing to your ears.
We are not ready to be here. We are not prepared in the old way. We have no medicine. We have not sat and had our minds walk through the image of coming to this ocean. We are not ready. We have not put our minds to what it is we want to give to the ocean. We do not have cornmeal, feathers, nor do we have songs and prayers ready. We have not thought what gift we will ask from the ocean. Should we ask to be song chasers Should we ask to be rainmakers Should we ask to be good runners or should we ask to be heartbreakers. No, we are not ready to be here at this ocean.
— When the Light of the World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through by Joy Harjo, LeAnne Howe, Jennifer Elise Foerster (Page 305 - 306)
The poem "Ocean Power" by Ofelia Zepeda, author of several collections of poetry, and who has written the only pedagogical text about the Tohono O'odham language.
What fuels and sustains activism and organizing when it feels like our worlds are collapsing? Let This Radicalize You is …
Firmly grounded in the core strengths that have made it the best-selling undergraduate survey in …
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.
A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.
— The Norton anthology of American Literature by Nina Baym, Wayne Franklin, Philip F. Gura, and 6 others (Page 847)
From "Walden" by Henry David Thoreau
Firmly grounded in the core strengths that have made it the best-selling undergraduate survey in …
Law never made men a whit more just; and, by means of their respect for it, even the well-disposed are daily made agents of injustice.
— The Norton anthology of American Literature by Nina Baym, Wayne Franklin, Philip F. Gura, and 6 others (Page 830)
From "Resistance to Civil Government," by Henry David Thoreau
The Complete Tales and Poems All of Poe's tales, poems, and essays are included—over 125 …
Definitely preferred the poetry to the prose. The fiction reads as very dated and did not age very well.
approaches to enabling ourselves to think of art practice as as the production of fictions that allow--almost as a side effect-for a glimpse of the real (or...it is the very difference between the two fictional worlds-our typical world and the world an art practice can present-that allows for a small part of the real to leak through).
— Fiction as Method by Theo Reeves-Evison (Page 308)
The system was simple. Everyone understood it. Books were for burning, along with the houses …
He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land. He was not empty. There was more than enough here to fill him. There would always be more than enough
— Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (Page 144)
The system was simple. Everyone understood it. Books were for burning, along with the houses …
Now there was only the cold river and Montag floating in a sudden peacefulness, away from the city and the lights and the chase, away from everything. He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors. He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts. He was moving from an unreality that was frightening into a reality that was unreal because it was new.
— Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (Page 140)
United States Poet Laureate Joy Harjo gathers the work of more than 160 poets, representing …
I am water, only because you are the ocean.
We are here, only because old leaves have been falling.
A mulching of memories folding into buried hands.
The cliffs we learn to edge. The tree trunk hollowed, humming.
I am a tongue, only because you are the body planting stories with thumb.
Soil crumbs cling to your knees. Small stacks of empty clay pots dreaming.
I am an air plant suspended, only because you are the trunk I cling to.
I am the milky fish eye, only because it's your favorite.
Even the sound you make when your lips kiss the opelu socket is a mo'olelo.
A slipper is lost in the yard. A haku lei is chilling in the icebox.
I am a cup for feathers, only because you want to fill the hours.
I am a turning wrist, only because you left the hose on.
Heliconias are singing underwater. Beetles are floating across the yard.
— When the Light of the World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through by Joy Harjo, LeAnne Howe, Jennifer Elise Foerster (Page 249 - 250)
Kissing the Opelu (for my grandmother) by Donovan Kūhiō Colleps
When Eva’s husband is arrested for the murder of a friend, she must confront her murky past and embrace her …
