March 31, 2016

TeenPoetry: a world of rhymes

Drowning in thin air
And I was an actor,
On my life’s scene.
I was playing a role,
Different from the others.
I was a woman trying to figure life out,
I was a fighter without a weapon,
So old ,but still trembling like a child,
A runner without a finish line.
I start to get lost in my own thoughts
But my faith isn’t here to be my pillar
My wings are wet and pulling me down
My heart is burning in my chest
I’m beginning to dream…
But those dreams aren’t mine
I am trying to wake up
But my eyelids stay still
This body doesn’t feel mine
My words are foreign to me
This isn’t the place where I grew up
This isn’t the life I used to live
This isn’t me…
And the curtains fall,

And I’m asleep again.

In search of myself

As I sat on my bed, the curtains were shimmering white
And the morning was rushing in.
The light shone through
And rested on my eyelids,
Making them glow from within,
Like weathered seashells on a beach.
My youth was shining through
Flooding the shores of my mind…
Awaking me from my slumber.
I have yet to feel joy,
I have yet to feel sorrow,
I have yet to know love.
I need to get set like pearls in seashells,
To become strong,
To become weathered,
To become old.
And when I am old, and worn, and tired,
I’ll know that I’ll have lived, and suffered, and loved.
The spring is shining through.

Autor: Velescu Maria
 Colegiul Naţional "Gheorghe Şincai" Baia Mare
cls. a XI-a E.

Poeziile au fost prezentate în cadrul a celei de-a IV-a ediţii a recitalului de poezie, în limba engleză, "TeenPoetry: a world of rhymes" organizat de American Corner în 24 martie 2016.

March 09, 2016


It’s well known among historians that our venerated 26th president, Theodore Roosevelt, was probably the most well-read president, and perhaps one of the most well-read men in all of history. He would read a book before breakfast every day, and depending on his schedule, another two or three in the evening (he was a speed reader extraordinaire). By his own estimates he read tens of thousands of books over the course of his lifetime.
What may not be known to the average reader is how much of a book advocate he really was. Rebecca has already outlined some of his book-loving tendencies, but in doing some research for a different writing project, I stumbled upon a few pages of his autobiography that are just too good to not share with our Riot Readers. My own thoughts are in italics:
1. “The room for choice is so limitless that to my mind it seems absurd to try to make catalogues which shall be supposed to appeal to all the best thinkers. This is why I have no sympathy whatever with writing lists of the One Hundred Best Books, or the Five-Foot Library. It is all right for a man to amuse himself by composing alist of a hundred very good books… But there is no such thing as a hundred books that are best for all men, or for the majority of men, or for one man at all times.”
Brilliant! Here we are as readers, ever debating the merits of this list and that list, and we never stop to realize that we can all just end the fighting and enjoy what we enjoy. No list of books will ever satisfy everyone, so why not just make a list of Lots of Very Good Books That Most People Will Enjoy But Not Everyone Has To.
2. “A book must be interesting to the particular reader at that particular time.”
Ah! Sweet freedom! Newsflash: if a book isn’t all that interesting to you, DON’T READ IT.
3. “Personally, the books by which I have profited infinitely more than by any others have been those in which profit was a by-product of the pleasure; that is, I read them because I enjoyed them, because I liked reading them, and the profit came in as part of the enjoyment.”
Similar to the above, your reading should be a pleasurable experience. Granted, there’s some merit to slogging your way through certain books, but don’t make it a habit.

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