Re: rip maya angelou
Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 10:05 am
Move along Paulo's boss. Nothing to see here.
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like I said in my first post in here, it's fair that she is important and an author, but isn't really an important-author since she's not great at writing. I guess English class often serves as a cultural literacy class, so it's OK for her work to be appreciated there, but it's misleading to celebrate her for the quality of her writing. because of the content her contributions to civil rights, I can appreciate her existence.THE KILL wrote:haha wow! and this lady is somehow considered an important author in the US? sounds like white guilt fellas...SPOILERSPOILER_SHOWNecrometer wrote:I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.
Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
'Til I can rest again.
Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own.
hipster holocaust wrote:And the hits keep comin:
Section indeed
hey man, I'm a high school teacher, ok. Remember Walter fucking White? Yeah that's about as badass as I am...Zerohero wrote:a pack of death metal bro's all poetry critics now
no shit.Zerohero wrote:a pack of death metal bro's all poetry critics now
BUNGVOX wrote:no shit.Zerohero wrote:a pack of death metal bro's all poetry critics now
dave mustaine is the only poet worth considering worthy enough.
SPOILERSPOILER_SHOWhello me it's been nice talking to myself
She was both a prostitute and a pimp, or madam, as it were. It’s documented in both her memoirs. Here’s an excerpt her 1974 memoir, Gather Together in My Name, Ms. Angelou reflects:
I sat thinking about the spent day. The faces, bodies and smells of the tricks made an unending paisley pattern in my mind. Except for the first customer, the others had no individual characteristics. The strong Lysol washing water stung my eyes and a film of vapor coated my adenoids. I had expected the loud screams of total orgasmic release and felt terribly inadequate when the men had finished with grunts and yanked up their pants without thanks.
I found myself so struck by her honesty and the poetry of her remembrances, heartbreaking as they often are. Later in her life, she works as a madam for two lesbian prostitutes. It’s astonishing, the trajectory of a life.
pimps are born NOT made.Necrometer wrote:if you're a self-employed prostitute, are you also a pimp?
ha!Chad wrote:do you have to exchange 5,000 posts to get a hipster holocaust to follow you around and chirp?
if so, where do I redeem?
just question the pricing of a shitty NYC breakfast and you're set for lifeChad wrote:do you have to exchange 5,000 posts to get a hipster holocaust to follow you around and chirp?
if so, where do I redeem?