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Written By: Coco  As I scurry to the library from the first day of English 7 ,INSCAPE Magazine Publication I am anxious at what history can teach me. Giddy and delighted to be in my favorite atmosphere surrounded by the leaves of sacrifice the trees on shelves begin to speak to me. They show me their lives through paper covers of memory. I am touching the souls of lives now over 73 years of age.
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Written by Amanda Ly I had my heart set on discovering new wonders, and the PCC Art Exhibition in November 2019 did not disappoint. When I entered the V Building Gallery, the atmosphere synchronized with the shine of the lights, which complimented the placement of the art. A photographer was snapping shots of the paintings as I, too, tried to capture the magic of the artwork...
In the age of Coronavirus, poetry is more powerful than ever before. This is, after all, National Poetry Month, but probably quite a different one considering that all of the poets out there are sheltering at home (and with their poems).
Check out how these Ohio students are using poetry to ease their anxiety. Some people, like Sam Jackson, are using poetry to teach us all what's most important right now -- staying home. And this Doctor from Boston is writing about Coronavirus through poems -- However you celebrate National Poetry Month, remember that poetry has power and you can use it -- now, more than ever. Written by Cassie WilsonHard Child. Natalie Shapero. Copper Canyon Press. Townsed, Washington. 2017. Soft Cover. 67 pages. If Shapero’s Hard Child was read by the great feminist poets of the 1960’s they would lack enthusiasm. Not in her poetry, but in the lens of an unchanging world for women. Shapero’s poems undress the topics of humanity, feminism, pregnancy and death. She dances around these topics with witt, unrelenting humor and a twirl of sarcasm. Her poems lack structure and rhyme, in sense that calls for attention. They will stop you - mid coffee sip and force your jaw to drop. They are not optimistic. They are not bright and buoyant. They are certainly not jolly, but in the best ways possible. Her opening poem, "My Hand and Cold", begins in the middle of a thought, just as most of the poems in her collection do:
“Of surgeons putting their knives to erroneous body parts, stories abound. So can you really blame my neighbor for how, heading into the operation, he wrote across his good knee NOT THIS KNEE?” |
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