Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

oscar wilde quotes


I have recently discovered that Oscar Wilde is one of my favorite literary human beings.


Here are some of his quotes that I love:


"The only difference between saints and sinners is that every saint has a past while every sinner has a future"


"No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist."


"There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it."


"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."


"Our ambition should be to rule ourselves, the true kingdom for each one of us; and true progress is to know more, and be more, and to do more."




My favorite quote by Oscar Wilde is one I try to live by:




"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”



Sunday, March 9, 2014

Strength (poem)


This is the first poem I have ever written. I dedicate it to my mom, who is the strongest person I know.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

"Feminism is Having a Wardrobe Malfunction" by Megan Rosalarian Gedris





I LOVE this cartoon...

I think feminism should be about allowing women to have the space and ability in society to do whatever they want to do in their life.

I do not think feminism should be about flip-flopping from women being expected to cook, clean and care for kids in the home and being judged for leaving the home to work to expecting women to work outside the home and judging them when they choose to stay at home. This applies to every choice a woman makes in her life -- her clothes, her career, family planning, etc. 

If we combat societal expectations with more societal expectations, we are not solving the problem.



Thursday, January 23, 2014

Not Waving but Drowning

Not Waving but Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning. 
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