Phenomenal Woman BY MAYA ANGELOU

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An ispirational poem in honor of all women in this world who may not be  beautiful on the outside, compared to society’s standards,  but have an inner beauty that makes them glow in confidence and lead the way for us to follow.  International Women’s Day,  dedicated  to all women who tried to make a difference in this world.

 

Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Χωρίς τίτλο

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Παγωνιά έξω. Μπήκα να ζεσταθώ. Δεν ξέρω αν το κίνητρο ήταν ο εσπρέσο ή ο «Ιούδας» του Άμος Οζ! Πιθανότατα και τα δύο.

Martin Luther King jr Day

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On March 15, 1965, Archbishop Iakovos joined the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. in Selma, Alabama to march on behalf of civil rights and to memorialize the slain Unitarian Universalist minister James Reeb. A controversial gesture at the time, Archbishop Iakovos nonetheless remained outspoken and resolute in his solidarity: «I came to this memorial service because I believe this is an appropriate occasion not only to dedicate myself as well as our Greek Orthodox communicants to the noble cause for which our friend, the Reverend James Reeb, gave his life; but also in order to show our willingness to continue this fight against prejudice, bias, and persecution.» He appears here with Dr. King on the cover of Life magazine.

 

Αστικό τοπίο

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Ο χιονιάς πέρασε και μας έμεινε η παλέτα και το απέραντο της θάλασσας που «περικλείει όλα τα μυστήρια και ξέρει όλα τα παιχνίδια , είναι παμπάλαια και απίστευτα νέα….»

Lucian Freud! Born on this day in 1922.

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Girl with a White Dog 1950-1
This picture shows the artist’s first wife when she was pregnant. The style of the painting has roots in the smooth and linear portraiture of the great nineteenth-century French neoclassical painter, Ingres. This, together with the particular psychological atmosphere of Freud’s early work, led the critic Herbert Read to make his celebrated remark that Freud was ‘the Ingres of Existentialism’.

The sense that Freud gives of human existence as essentially lonely, and spiritually if not physically painful, is something shared by his great contemporaries, Francis Bacon and the sculptor Alberto Giacometti. (Via Tate)

Μέθα, Μεθύστε

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Édouard Manet, Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe (1863)

Μέθα

Ἂν κάποτε στὰ σκαλιὰ ἑνὸς παλατιοῦ, στὸ πράσινο γρασίδι
μιᾶς τάφρου, στὴ μουντὴ μοναξιὰ τοῦ δωματίου σου,
ξυπνήσεις ξεμέθυστος πιά, ῥώτα τὸν ἄνεμο, ῥώτα τὸ κύμα,
τὸ πουλί, τὸ ῥολόι, κάθε τι ποὺ φεύγει,
κάθε τι ποὺ στενάζει, κάθε τι ποὺ κυλάει, ποὺ τραγουδάει,
ποὺ μιλάει· ῥώτα τί ὥρα εἶναι;
Κι ὁ ἄνεμος, τὸ κύμα, τὸ ἄστρο, τὸ πουλί, τὸ ῥολόι,
θὰ σοῦ ἀπαντήσουν: Εἶναι ἡ ὥρα τῆς μέθης!
Γιὰ νὰ γίνεις ὁ μαρτυρικὸς σκλάβος τοῦ χρόνου,
μέθα· μέθα ἀδιάκοπα!
Ἀλλὰ μὲ τί; Μὲ ῥακή, μὲ κρασί, μὲ ποίηση, μὲ ἀρετή…
-Μὲ ὅ,τι θέλεις, ἀλλὰ μέθα!…

Μεθύστε

Πρέπει νά ῾σαι πάντα μεθυσμένος.
Ἐκεῖ εἶναι ὅλη ἡ ἱστορία: εἶναι τὸ μοναδικὸ πρόβλημα.
Γιὰ νὰ μὴ νιώθετε τὸ φριχτὸ φορτίο τοῦ Χρόνου
ποὺ σπάζει τοὺς ὤμους σας καὶ σᾶς γέρνει στὴ γῆ,
πρέπει νὰ μεθᾶτε ἀδιάκοπα. Ἀλλὰ μὲ τί;
Μὲ κρασί, μὲ ποίηση ἢ μὲ ἀρετή, ὅπως σᾶς ἀρέσει.
Ἀλλὰ μεθύστε.

Καὶ ἂν μερικὲς φορές, στὰ σκαλιὰ ἑνὸς παλατιοῦ,
στὸ πράσινο χορτάρι ἑνὸς χαντακιοῦ,
μέσα στὴ σκυθρωπὴ μοναξιὰ τῆς κάμαράς σας,
ξυπνᾶτε, μὲ τὸ μεθύσι κιόλα ἐλαττωμένο ἢ χαμένο,
ρωτῆστε τὸν ἀέρα, τὸ κύμα, τὸ ἄστρο, τὸ πουλί, τὸ ρολόι,
τὸ κάθε τι ποὺ φεύγει, τὸ κάθε τι ποὺ βογκᾶ,
τὸ κάθε τι ποὺ κυλᾶ, τὸ κάθε τι ποὺ τραγουδᾶ,
ρωτῆστε τί ὥρα εἶναι,
καὶ ὁ ἀέρας, τὸ κύμα, τὸ ἄστρο, τὸ πουλί, τὸ ρολόι,
θὰ σᾶς ἀπαντήσουν:

-Εἶναι ἡ ὥρα νὰ μεθύσετε!

Γιὰ νὰ μὴν εἴσαστε οἱ βασανισμένοι σκλάβοι τοῦ Χρόνου,
μεθύστε, μεθύστε χωρὶς διακοπή!

Μὲ κρασί, μὲ ποίηση ἢ μὲ ἀρετή, ὅπως σᾶς ἀρέσει.

Σὰρλ Μπωντλαίρ

Διαβάστε περισσότερα ποιήματα:
http://users.uoa.gr/~nektar/arts/poetry/charles_baudelaire_poems.htm

Fleurs du mal / Flowers of Evil:
http://fleursdumal.org/1868-table-of-contents

Πεσαβάρ….

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Ένα κορίτσι που πουλάει φρέσκο γάλα καμήλας, προχωρά με την καμήλα της κατά μήκος του αυτοκινητόδρομου στην Πεσαβάρ.

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