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Mar. 12th, 2008
In honour of... my absolute love for Langston Hughes, I'm going to share with your (for a little while) some of my favorites. And we begin with...
Let America Be America Again
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!
Jan. 2nd, 2008
So it's recently been brought to my attention that I haven't updated this silly old thing since august. We're just going to go with a big old "oops" on that one.
When I last left you, I had just moved into my new apartment, and was a few weeks away from school. So, let's get the inevitable out of the way: school was good. I am very glad I transferred to purchase, if only because the people here are much more my people. Academically, it was also a good choice; I feel as if I've grown more in this last semester as a lit major than I did in 2 years at stony brook. Even better was my decision to live off campus. I feel like once we graduate high school, most of what we do are little steps toward adulthood but, ultimately, there are a few great leaps (not to sound cliche) that we'll have to take before we are fully there. Without a doubt, one of the biggest is renting your own apartment. It's kind of all at once terrifying and wonderful. As far as paying for this (sometimes) wonderful new step, I got myself a job a Starbucks back in september. And really, that's been the last four or so months - school, work and apartment.
Christmas was good, if not a bit more dramatic than I'd like. I did, however, make my aunt cry with her gift which, I believe, means I win. It was a very Dunder Mifflin christmas for me, with the fuzzy robe, umbrella, "support the rabid" bracelet and season 3 dvd set that mum got me. And, of course, Yankee Swap courtesy of Staff Night In. Since then, I've been very relaxed, mainly watching movies and reading. Still, I'm yearning to be back at work, where my manager's promised to hook me up with hours.
And now for the the obligatory New Years' resolutions... ( Just behind this curtainCollapse )
I'm going to stop myself here, otherwise I'll just keep listing things I should improve about myself this year, and it will start to sound sad soon. I'm going to return to my Dexter marathon, because there's just something soothing about Michael C. Hall's voice at 2 am.
Here's to you, 2008.
Aug. 28th, 2007
So much to say! Let's start with Conference 2007 which was INCREDIBLE. I was so excited when I found out there was an opening, and the minute the bus pulled into the incarnation center, I felt like I was home (how cheesy is that?). Being on staff was very different, but very cool. Keely and I quickly became an awesome team, with both the drama group and dodgeball, not to mention almost every meal. The kids (sure, even though many of them were only 3 years younger than me) were all excellent - they were nice, crazy and extroverted, for the most part. My girls in woodlands were all sweet, and pretty good about getting to sleep, for the most part. Acting in the murder mystery was very different - I was Coffee Shop Barbie (it was set in a toy factory), and yes, I did sing "Barbie Girl." I have loads of pictures I need to go through properly, and the hillshire farms song is STILL stuck in my head, and I cannot wait for next year!
I got home saturday, tired as hell, and immediatly (or not so much) set to cleaning my clothes and packing everything because on monday i moved into my brand new apartment! Last night was great. Right now it's just me, anna and steve, but caela's coming very soon. Yesterday we went to linens 'n things, and bought a lot of things: two stools for our kitchen counter, some bathroom storage stuff for the shower, and around the sink, hangers, and steve bought a ton of bar equipment, including a pitcher, martini glasses, ice tubs etc. Anna made us dinner. ^^Today I spent even more money at salvation army where I got a desk and a computer chair, and we got a coffee table and a tv stand. Also bought a wireless router (our network is geekily called 12 Grimmauld and yes, we do all have characters. I'm Narcissa.)
And as if I've not spent enough money, threadless is now having a $10 dollar sale, and these shirts are pretty sweet. Damn you threadless.