French Révolution: Poetry

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(Henry Singleton) Storming of the Bastille

Carpe diem!  Today, we strike!

Cheers fill the streets so violently

as a smile fills my bloodstained face.

Revolution!

Waving the flag around

rush through the air as we

storm the tower

and reclaim what is ours.

Peace! Finality! Bread!

Storm the tower,

no wound too strong,

keep fighting!

Fight!

Fight for your freedom,

friends!

Dying around me,

bodies fill the streets and blood rushes through the

gutters.

Imagine!

Freed from poverty and famine!

Storm the Bastille,

and start to rid us of that bane that is

the royalty!

Abolish

those three estates!

And let the blood that flows in the gutter

be no longer of the sans-culottes,

but of those who have wronged and

controlled us for too long!

Liberté!

Égalité!

Fraternité!

Révolution!

 


 

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27

NaBloPoMo: Day 27

Only 3 days left~

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I am here.  You are there.  But what really separates two people on the internet?

  1. Time?  Sort of.  It doesn’t ever truly separate our timestreams.  Even if one is born after the other one ends.  For even if we never, ever, meet, we each impact the others’ lives in at least microscopic ways.  We still live on the same planet.  (At least, that’s the way it is right now.)
  2. Alright, fine.  What about actual space separating people?  Refer to the above paragraph.  Specifically, this part:  For even if we never, ever, meet, we each impact the others’ lives in at least microscopic ways.  We still live on the same planet. 
  3. Dare I ask it?  ……What if  dimensions separate us?  It depends, actually…  Different dimensions would be the most effective way to separate two different beings.  But even then, there would be the tiniest of tiniest rips and tears in the cosmic fabric of dimensions, which (especially if they took up the exact same space, as in parallel dimensions!)  could lead to some of one dimension spilling into the other, and that would make for all kinds of problems.
  4. So what you’re saying is that nothing can separate anyone from anyone…?  No, not exactly, because for as completely interlinked we all are, there is a certain separateness that makes us each a different being.

These are just my thoughts, of course…  But hey, even Einstein’s theories were once just his thoughts.  ;)

Thanks for reading! :)

;)~Mouse

 

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Cast List:  Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, part 1: Society

 

katyKaty Perry, 29, as Lenina Crowne, because she has demonstrated Lenina’s modern style before in clothes, and judging by past movies, is a natural choice to play this character.

 

 

tomTom Hiddleston, 32, as Bernard Marx, The Rebel.  Tom Hiddleston has done an amazing job playing this kind of character in the past, so it was only natural to pick him to play Bernard, the character with  different ideas.

 

 

leoLeonardo DiCaprio, 39, as The Director, What excellent acting talents in his movies!  Not to be rude…  But part of the reason he is so perfect to play The Director is because for how handsome he is, his face looks as if he could easily be of the enemy.  Or the “Society”, in this context.

 

robRobert Downey Jr., 48, as Henry Foster, mostly because the persona he portrayed in the Iron Man films is what persona this character seems to have, in order to make Lenina want to be faithful to him, even when that is considered bad.

 

 

History Channel's Pre-Emmy Party - ArrivalsKevin Costner, 58, as The Controller, because he can play a very ‘traditional’ kind of person who always goes ‘by the book,’ very often not believing any new ideas or information; in other words, The Controller.

 

 

 

Thanks so much!  :D

Stay strong.

;)~Mouse

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NaBloPoMo: Day 14

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I made my poster! Everything’s due tomorrow…  But yeah! :D Check it out!

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Brave New World – Aldous Huxley;)~Mouse

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NaBloPoMo: Day 12

Ah, procrastionation, where would I be without thee?—  Probably done…

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Five weeks ago, I started a six week project.  I did nothing.  Now I’m here.  Still with nothing.

It’s due on Friday of this week.

Book to Movie!  (I have to do everything except film it)

Yes.  I know.

It’s impossible.

Sigh.  Here is my plan, in 7 brief steps.

1. Pick 5 scenes from the book.  (Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World)

2. Pick 5 songs that match those scenes and briefly tell why I picked each of them.

3. Pick actors/actresses to play 3 or more characters.

4.  Make a poster or a trailer.

5. Present it by youtube video.

6.Get high marks for it.

7. Be done with it all already!

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I’ll keep you posted.  If I don’t die of boredom and stress along the way.

~Mouse

7.5, Miss Representation, or THINK!

I am supposed to be doing math now…  But I had to spread the word…

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Miss Representation

missrepresentation

Explores the under-representation of women in positions of power and influence in America, and challenges the media’s limited portrayal of what it means to be a powerful woman.

film.missrepresentation.org

It’s an epidemic!  I hadn’t realized…  We think of all this misrepresentation of women and girls as normal!  The media sexualizes and belittles females like we don’t even matter…  It objectifies us in songs and movies and commercials and music videos and magazines and a whole slew of other things without us even realizing it.  It can (and often does) brainwash girls into thinking they must be complete sexualized barbie dolls in order to have any worth.  It heavily damages body image of both genders.  This leads to problems in a person’s life.  Eating disorders, lack of self confidence, depression, cutting, all sorts of self-harm, can all be caused by the cancer of the media’s unhealthsexvertisingy portrayal of what defines one’s worth.  Honestly, one would think we lived in a nation of hormone-wracked teenage boys!  For just one example, go to the victoria’s secret website.  Topless girls!  (Objectification to the MAXIMUM)  And for what reason, now?  To sell things.  Because hey, sex sells.  miley(People like Miley Cyrus are definitely not helping to stop sexualization and objectification…)  Speaking of Victoria’s Secret, the company recently launched a line of lingerie in smaller sizes emblazoned with one-lines objectifying phrases.  I am not kidding.  And guess what?  They sold.  Because, again, sex sells.  “Sex sells…but should children as young as five copy provocative dances and lyrics?”

It really is horrifying to think about this kind of thing…  But you have to acknowledge the pteenager post 1roblem first in order to solve it. This “Teenager Post”  further illustrates my point.  The media has brainwashed so many of the young girls in America to believe that they want to be that lingerie model at Victoria’s Secret.  Hold up, now.  I’m not bashing sexuality, sexuality is totally and completely natural.  Humans are sexual beings from birth to death.  But to obsess about and degrade sexuality is the despicable thing here.  What to do, what to do…          Tpageant+girlhat’s what’s on the minds of parents who are thinking about this.  There are beauty pageants for toddlers!  Think.  Shows like Toddlers and Tiaras, they are sexualizing America’s youth!  Picture a girl. She has eyeliner, hair extensions, fake eyelashes, and revealing outfits…  And said girl is only three.  This just isn’t right…  It makes my head spin.  What decent parent would consent to this?  As the girls get older and more womanly, it only gets worse…  Have you seen the advertisements on http://www.couchtuner.com?  If you look closer, those girls don’t look a day past 15meme.  It’s terrible!  This is the messed up, degradingly hyper-sexual, sadistic, world we’re living in, and I haven’t even started talking about the problem of the lack of female politicians in the USA, or the violence propagated towards young people in video games, music, and the media.  Take Grand Theft Auto 5, Call Of Duty, Black Ops, Mortal Kombat, and really look at them for how truly graphic and gory they all are…bloody  It’s a short walk to promoting rape…Pictures of which I won’t include, but you can look up “promoting rape and violence” on google or something similar to get an idea, if you want.  So this is our screwed up society from yet another viewpoint.  Thanks so much for reading this.  Spread it around!  Re-post, but please give me credit.  Thanks again.

Stay strong!

;)~Mouse

Frost

Alas!  How the October winds blow…   Rustling leaves, bringing frost and cold.  Turning the green.  A wanderer walking though frostily winds bite deep.  The sun sinks lower on the horizon…  The jack-o-lanterns begin to light!  Hallowe’en is close at hand.  Spirits cross the bridge between our worlds!  The wanderer is a small boy.  He wraps his threadbare cloak tighter around himself, digging his walking staff into the freezing ground.  His nose is red like the leaves.  His other hand clutching one, small, tin soldier.  Cold…  Colder…   This is how he felt as he cut a path through this old oaken forest.

 

Exactly 100 words!  :D

 

~ Mousepaw

The Middle

I walked briskly through the night.  All my expectations had been dashed.  The stillness of the air around me highlighted the pounding of my heart.  I could feel the tears staining my cheeks.  My hair still pulled back, unabashedly showing my face.  If anything came too close to me, I would kill it. I was almost wishing some unfortunate being would cross my path, here in the moonlight of this darkened wood.  Cutting my thoughts short, I heard a sickening crunch beside me.  I whipped around, perhaps I’d get my wish.  A lean, grey, she-wolf stood there, watching me walk closer.  Judging by her size, I could take her down.    The wolf looked surprised in the few moments before I had her leg in my grip.  She turned angrily, knocking me on my back.  I screamed and she took a hit to the nose.  She bit me again.   Why did this miserable animal exist?  Minutes later, the wolf had her jaws around my face.  If I moved, she would kill me.  All my muscles tensed, I didn’t dare gasp for breath.  I felt her teeth biting down on me harder.  I was bleeding.  Instinct kicked in, and I used all of my strength to rip away from her.  Various spots on my face exploded with pain.  I got to my feet, all aspects of the earlier catastrophe forgotten.  The wolf, instead of lunging, turned and ran into the darkness.  I just looked down at the piling leaves upon the ground.  I fell to my knees with the memories that were flooding back.  The dinner.  All those people.  The complete sureness radiating from my parents and I.  The lights dimming.  The card-reading woman speaking.  We knew what it was supposed to be, of course.  We’d written it ourselves!  I remember laughing at the thought.  Thinking they were so stupid.  That we could re-write it and not even have them notice.  But when the card-reading woman opened the envelope determining who would continue the reign, my parents or a different successor, it wasn’t like they’d written.  We’d lost the throne.  Papa broke his glass when she read the name from the card.  All of a sudden, we were nothing.  The guards came in.  ”Escorts” they said, “Nothing to worry about,” they said.  I just ran.  I wonder what they’re saying now!  Now, when they can no longer blackmail the card-writers…  A dark thought came into my head.  One probably true.  The card-writers have undoubtedly let out how we’ve been in reign for so long.  Revenge is theirs.  I crumple into a ball.   I realize I’ve started to cry gentle tears.  I wipe them from my face and stand.  I can’t go back, I think.  Besides, I’m lost.  Lost in the woods.  Like in the old stories.  One in particular settles in my mind.  An heiress, lost far away in a thick forest.  She’s then trapped in a tower, where she falls to sleep and shall never awaken…  I don’t remember how the rest goes, but it doesn’t matter.  I am not an heiress anymore…..  I can’t go back, they’ll execute me.  I’m guilty by association…

The realization dawns.  I have to run.

And so I do.  I am very grateful for the fact I did not choose a dress to wear for the dinner as I tear through the trees away from the palace.  East.  Hours later, my muscles tired and sore, I can see the light beginning to come back.  Again, the snatches of overheard stories running through my head.  They say if you run East long enough, you’ll reach the Glowing Mountain of the Gods.  Do I believe the stories?  I can’t decide.  The Glowing Mountain is undeniably real.  You can see it in the sky as it passes over each day.  But to run long enough to catch it?

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I know it’s a cliffhanger…

But hey, what do you think happens next?  Where does she go?  What happens?  …Could she ever reach the Glowing Mountain?

Tell me what you think?  Please?

~ Mousepaw:)

Thoughts

Hi.
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If you can’t swim, don’t jump in the water. Common sense makes life fit inside of many predetermined, cramped, boxes. Although, maybe if you can’t swim, you shouldn’t jump in the deep water, but if you never go splashing in the shallows, you’ll never, ever, get to the deep end. It’s simply a fact, among many other things. Another fact is that if you are never inspired, you can never inspire. It’s a continuing cycle. If your life is monotonous, then your output will be monotonous as well. You could break this cycle, if you chose. You could choose to think, and reflect, and move away some from the normal expectations of a society. Sometimes society calls the people who do this “nerds”, “hipsters”, “geeks”, and other things. More often than not, instead of upsetting themselves, the people embrace these labels. Labels aren’t good, it’s just that one would do better if one didn’t get worked up about a label. It makes no sense. The people are just being themselves, so why try and put them all in a box together with other, similar looking ideas and people?  Why try and categorize something that worked to get away from the categories?  If you google image search “inspiration”, you get encouragement on being inspired, and even a few how-to guides, but in truth, real inspiration can’t be found just simply on google or bing.  More often than not, it comes from you. Inside your brain and heart, how you react to things.  So it’s good to look for inspiration, but realize that it comes from inside yourself.

~ Mousepaw

The Grapes Of Wrath : A Mousepaw Review

Well, before I start off, I’d like to say that I’ve never read the book.  & That I watched the 1940 version, with Henry Fonda and Jane Darwell.

” A poor Midwest family is forced off of their land. They travel to California, suffering the misfortunes of the homeless in the Great Depression. ”

 

*Spoilers Ahead!*

(The Grapes of Wrath Movie)

Taglines included; The Joads step right out of the pages of the novel that has shocked millions! and The most discussed book in years – now comes to the screen to become the most discussed picture in ages.

First, the movie began with Tom Joad (Henry Fonda) leaving jail on parole.  Then he went to travel to where Ma (Jane Darwell) lived.  On the way he met a man whose house had been rolled over by a tractor by the government, who had taken his land. How sad! That happened a lot in the Dust Bowl/Great Depression/& After the Great Plow.    He kept moving, and when he finally reached his home his family thought he had broken out of jail, but he assured them that was not the case.  The whole family (Grandpa, Grandma, Pa, Ma, The Children, Casy and a few others, I think) decided to leave for California because of foreclosure to get away from where they were, The Westernmost tip of Oklahoma.  That was the heart of the Dust Bowl.   Dust would be blown up into tall, wide, towers and beat down the crops.   As the people were already poverty stricken, this was not something they needed.   They were led to California by flyers like this one:

(Orchard Run : 800 Pickers Wanted!  There's Work in California!)

The problem was that it was so slow to travel, and that for 800 wanted, thousands of flyers would be printed.  So maybe 800 out of 5000 would then be in work.  The whole thing was incredibly sad.  So they got to California, but there was no work.  A few people died on the way, but… for nothing.  That’s what it looked like at least; until they found a camp to stay at, and I don’t exactly remember the ending of the movie, but there was work, and they joined a camp until the end of the Great Depression.

 

In my opinion,  On my own I would probably not have watched the movie.  It was sad and depressing, but it’s a part of history.

Respond with what you thought of the movie!

 

~ Mousepaw