Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

SUMMER SOLSTICE


Today is June,21st, and lots of people go to Stonehenge to celebrate the longest day of the year.It's called the solstice of summer (only in North hemisphere on this date).

Sunday, June 12, 2011

POETRY


Calligrams


Calligrams means ‘beautiful writing’. A calligram represents a highly original contribution to the visual tradition ,by using variety of shapes: from the simple lines of everyday objects to visual ballets of complicated counterpoint.
   
Also you can be creative and draw your own Calligrams with Draw Plus. It's fun and easy
 


 
As stated by Apollinaire in his book, calligrams are used to express the poets emotions and feelings which create visual image of the poem or the theme the poem in the readers mind. For example poet created a poem about love and diamond and he expressed this in a shape of a diamond, this will create an automatic image of a diamond in the readers mind and will be more effective and reader will find it more interesting to read it and therefore the reader will understand what the poet trying to express or create.
 
DIAMOND

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*the*
*diamond*
*on my hand*
*reflecting love*
*stars , dance*
*an endless*
*diamond*
*sky*
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Saturday, June 11, 2011

LEONARD COHEN:PRINCE OF ASTURIAS PRIZE 2011


   Leonard Cohen was pleasantly surprised to learn this week that he has been awarded the Prince of Asturias Prize for Letters. Since the 1980s, the 76-year-old singer-songwriter from Montreal has been showered with countless tributes from both sides of the Atlantic, but these have generally recognized his musical talent. His literary side includes poetic work and two audacious novels written decades ago, The Favorite Game (1963) and Beautiful Losers (1966).


As a singer,he composed nice songs like this,

              Hallelujah


I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in with you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah,

                  


Thursday, June 9, 2011

SINGING IN CLASS

WITH  THIS  AMAZING  SONG


Hi,I hope you'll enjoy with this music  lyrics , and you're interested in the origin of this song, singers who sang different versions ...
KILLING ME SOFTLY
by Roberta Flack
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly, with his song.

I heard he sang a good song.
I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him,
To listen for a while.
And there he was, this young boy,
A stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly, with his song.

I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd.
I felt he found my letters,
And read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish,
But he just kept right on.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly, with his song.

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there.
And he just kept on singing,
Singing clear and strong.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly, with his song.