I,Too, Am America

Art Showcase, Authors, Blog, English, Poetry, Society

Martin Luther King Jr.’s Method and Goal, was to give the African American people a voice, to help them stand up, and , much like Booker T. Washington, to give them a way to build their way up to the top of the social structure, to prove themselves worthy of high positions.

His Intentions and motives, therefore, are best explained in the poem ” I, too” by Langston Hughes.

So, in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day this year, I present to you a Spoken Word Animation and Montage of the Poem ” I,too”. Below it, is the full text of the poem.

 

I, too, sing America.

 

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

 

Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.

 

Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

 

I, too, am America.
– Langston Hughes
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Monday

Art Showcase, Authors, Blog, Omar Abdelhamid, Philosophy, Poetry, Society, Uncategorized

Monday

A Poem by Omar Abdelhamid

It is Monday.  

The sky is freshly rolled out

the air is soft and silent

A single crimson leaf

dances above my head

 

And the world is in front of my eyes

but my arms cannot reach out and grab it

 

I am a speck in the ground below

Some hear my whispers

Stoop down to listen.

Pick up the words I drop

And place them into my humble basket

 

  1. Am.  Sinking.

My arms and neck  are stuck in the cement

I cannot reach out, nor do I have a soul to lift me

I am bound to something, something more than me

and it rushes through my bones

through my mind bouncing back and forth and breaking through every thought every memory

And I can feel the frozen bodies of those who fell behind me,  screaming, hoping,

 leaving their legacies

to be plucked by the vulture time

who eats his meal with no haste

they leave it for me

for me  to drop

and for you to stoop down,

pick up, and place into my humble basket

 

They will find me here

if they care to look

frozen

a moment in time

an echo, a memory

 

And every echo is smaller

when there is no one there to hear

please hear

 

Send help

Give my words a way

To break me out

out of this cage

Skyscrapers

Authors, Blog, Omar Abdelhamid, Philosophy, Society, Uncategorized

Skyscrapers

A Short Story by Omar Abdelhamid

      Exhausted from the walk and relieved to have found a seat, I braced myself for the roar of the train as it took off. Suddenly we were in the dark, and I could spot blotches of graffiti on the inside of the tunnel as we whizzed by. I could not think, because my thoughts,unable to keep up with the speed of the iron beast, were left to float in the emptiness of the tunnels, to be ignored, if even noticed, by later commuters. The screech of the friction of the rails as we shot through exhausted my mind, until I could see nothing, I could hear nothing, and I could know nothing. And West shot the beast towards home.

Are We Who We Think We Are?

Authors, Blog, Omar Abdelhamid, Philosophy, Science and Technology, Society

 

My name is Omar Abdelhamid. But is that really who I am?  Is Omar, the Omar that speaks to others and shares opinions and ideas the whole of my being? Or is Omar just one of the many functions of my human self? And does this self, this communicative, social self, really physically exist?
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How Life is like Coding

Authors, Omar Abdelhamid, Science and Technology

How Life is Like Coding

by Omar Abdelhamid

Coding is a science. But in coding, there’s more that you learn than the rules and the commands and the format and the different aspects of every language. While learning coding, there are important life lessons that are learned as well.

1) In coding, there are tons of lines of code to write. Lines are measured in the millions, and they are essential to the foundation of what you are coding. In life, there are some phases and hardships that are tedious that everyone has to go through, and they are essential to the foundation of yourself. If you get past them, you could find success.

2) Sometimes its best to take shortcuts.

Luckily for programmers, there are many coding shortcuts that make it much easier for them to write code. There are pre-made commands and shortcuts that accomplish things that would be much harder without them. In life, we are sometimes given advantages like technology that make it much easier for us to accomplish otherwise difficult things. In both cases, these help us skip tedious parts and get to working on the more substantial parts of projects, and thus create more and more amazing things more quickly and efficiently.

3) Be Creative.

Sometimes there isn’t a command for something, and you need to use your creativity to work out a way to solve a problem or reach a desired result if there isn’t an already established way to do something. Sometimes you can’t find open source code for something, and you have to find out a way to make it work. Similarly, in life, we don’t always learn the solution to our our problems, and we need to think with an open and creative mind in order to solve them.

4) Mistakes aren’t always clear.

In coding, you could have finished a long block of code, but when you run it, it doesn’t execute the way you wanted it to. You think it should be easy to fix the problem, but one big roadblock is in the way: you don’t know what you did wrong. You have to search through your code and test every segment separately sometimes to know what you did wrong before you even think about fixing it. In life, we don’t always know what went wrong when we are faced with an undesirable result. We have to experiment and make mistakes and learn from them so that we could find the best combination of conditions and find success.

Coding is said to be the language of the future. How suiting too, since it serves a double purpose as the basic building block of technology and an important teacher of how to success in life.

Giselle at the 75th Anniversary of ABT

Authors, Eugene Toth, Miscellaneous, Society

by Eugene Toth

Hiding his cape, hunting horn, and sword of a lord, Count Albrecht persuaded Giselle, a country girl, to love him.  Bursting on the scene, the hunter Hilarion showed Giselle the engraved sword of Albrecht.  Learning that Albrecht lied to her, Giselle lost her mind.  She died of a broken heart.

The Wilis

Wilis are ghosts of women who died of unrequited love.  Myrta, the queen of the wilis summoned them to initiate Giselle into their sisterhood.  Beside Giselle’s grave, eighteen wilis danced Hilarion, the hunter who loved Giselle and buried her, to death .

Below:Giselle protects Count Albrecht from the wilis.

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Myrta, queen of the wilis, condemned Count Albrecht to dance to death.  As a wili, Giselle protected Albrecht. She danced with him until four o’clock when wilis lose their power.  In a memorable scene, Russian dancer Vladimir Shklyarov, as Albrecht, vaulted into the air an amazing 36 times.

Love, death, and dancing

Dancing to the limits of endurance sets Giselle apart from other ballets. The essence of Giselle, extreme dancing, gives to this ballet authenticity.  Giselle is not a performance.  In Giselle, we see something realistic, dancing to the limits.

As a tale of dancing to death with the wilis, Giselle’s libretto by Theophile Gautier adds to the ballet’s success.  According to the playbill, Giselle is the oldest continually performed ballet. On May 23, 2015, the 75th Anniversary of the founding of American Ballet Theatre, the crowd glittered with stars.  Giselle suits the tastes of ballet’s professionals.  On her last dance as a principal dancer for ABT, Paloma Herrera on May 27, 2015 will dance Giselle.

To dance Giselle explores the limits of dancing.  By its single minded focus on ultimate dancing, Giselle has won success.  ABT’s performance proved Giselle’s power as one of the greatest ballets of all time.

The Bystander Effect

Authors, Blog, Derek Leung, Philosophy, Society

By Derek Leung

Usually, when there is a physical fight, if there enough people, they will soon form a circle around the fight, usually without helping the victim of the fight. After the fight is over, the crowd will disperse, leaving the injured victim behind with little to no people helping them. This is often attributed to the bystander effect.

I Know Everything About a Stranger

Art Showcase, Authors, Poetry, Theresa Teng

I Know Everything About a Stranger

Two strangers
unbeknowst of one another
chanced a meet at crossroads;
and with millions upon billions of possibilities
destiny wove the threads of their lives together.
Learning of one another’s
insecurities
flaws
weaknesses
but viewing them as perfection.

If I recall
Six months, three weeks, and five days ago
you told me you were lonely;
Four months and two nights ago
a call voicemailed your fears;
Exactly one month and two weeks ago
your frown lines showed me you fear I’d stopped loving you.
I didn’t find it
nagging
clingy
annoying
How could I judge when I felt the same way?!

Only seventeen days ago
we had a midnight picnic
staring into the cosmic abyss;
comparing our love to the endless array of stars and the ever-growing space.
Falling asleep in one another’s arms
feeling protected
warm
(almost) content.
–How could it be that
so quickly everything has changed?

Walking past you
pretending you weren’t there
everything we did,
all that we ever had
was shattered glass no one bothered to put together back,
a wilting flower on its last breath,
a burned book turned to ash

But I still remember everything about you
as if I’ve known you my entire life.
Your scent
the way you dressed
your silhouette;
the little things
your counterfeit smile when you said you weren’t sad
–and I could still list over a hundred facts on you off the top of my head,
if anyone asked.

It was supposed to be forever
because Fate made us bump at crossroads
because of our unspoken promises
because our minds were the same.
So I fixed your insecurities
but what did i gain?
Your gray world into a rainbow
but how come my world hasn’t changed?
..I’m left alone again.

-Theresa Teng