In the poem Catharsis, urging of a dream, love, ambitions, and goals
But tears are meant to be silent Freezing in depths of heart, Thickening layers of crimson pain Soaking merrily in drizzling lanes, Piling on every hour. Away, away! For I will fly, and spread my wings across the azure sky, Shredding off hopes and plausible goals, to try with all my heart, behold.
Who taught me? What I am following? That always brings about by consequences and fault of others and selflessness. However, being worthy and unworthy, but there is a God with us. Ultimately, one day, we realize and stepped out of hell and save ourselves.
The church taught me that my body was a weapon, and the consequences were always my fault; the church taught me no matter how good i was i was never worthy of love because ultimately, I was flawed and unworthy of being saved and I should be grateful that I had a god that was forgiving enough to accept me as is— it's no wonder I always suffered with self-image and self-esteem and was riddled with anxiety, because the church taught you no matter how good you did in life that none of it was ever the effort of your hands, nor should you ever be given any credit; I am so grateful that one day I just woke up and decided that I wanted to live my life differently, and I wanted to do what was best for me and I wanted to love myself and be myself and live without fear of their hell because hell is trying to be someone you are not in order to please others because some people will never be happy with you, even if you did everything they think or said you should.
The poem Rebel is a story of a girl who gets advice of fear, dare, don't fly. The poet at the end of the poem gives an excellent message.
There was once a girl, ages ago. She had big dreams and with big wings, she dared to fly But they said she would burn, ‘Don’t fly too close to the sun’- So, she did what she was told. There was once a girl, ages ago. She raised her voice, did not keep quiet But they said she had to obey, ‘Or you will go astray’- So, she did what she was told. There was once a girl, long ago She was tired of running, scared of falling But, they said, she could never say no ‘Go with the flow’- So, she did what she was told. ‘Do what you’re told’ ‘Don’t think for yourself’ ‘Do not disobey’ ‘Don’t be bold’ Or you’ll be free.
Shakuntala Devi (b. 4 Nov 1929 — d 21 April 2013) Indian writer, numerologist and famous for her god gifted brain of the fastest human calculator (Guinness world record 1982). This was a prodigious gift to India in the late 19s when India was progressing to achieve its presence globally. Devi was just three years old when she had discovered her talent of calculating the numbers in seconds.
Number links us together, they hold the world, so I thought to bring people together. I built a bridge between nation to nation. Country to country, race to race.
Shakuntala Devi
A daughter of a circus performer who could hardly earn daily wages for his family expenses. And another day again searching for another place and work. Devi was the elder daughter in the family. When a melancholic father came to know that his daughter is a no more ordinary girl, he stopped going to circus ground and started showcasing Devi's talent in public.
Shakuntala, remember, I got so many ambassadors all over the world, but you are a very special ambassador. Because you are a rowing ambassador, you are a mathematical ambassador. Who can win fame for India and build up close relationships between country to country.
Indira Gandhi
Shakuntala soon earned fame and was called to Mysore University for her first official test (the university examination) and there also she successfully proved the first Indian woman. She has a god gifted arithmetical endowment. The family decided to lead the great Shakuntala and Devi moved to London in 1944, just three years ago when India became an independent country.
The Greatest strength of number that they never lies, real, true. It's beautiful, it is the greatest philosophy. It is truth in the whole world.
Shakuntala Devi
Being a Brahmin from the generation of seven centuries, her god gifted brain was well expert in astrological consultation too. She wrote few books on Sexuality, Thriller and others on numerical calculations. She also helped many students through her books, calculating the numbers effortless.
In one of the interviews: she was being asked that does your capability of brain looses with age? Her reply was astonishing. Shakuntala said, “I am getting younger day by day.” she also gave a very fine example of local and branded wine. It was true that branded wine gets special attention when it is specially old. It's value increases day by day.
She never attended any English classes and read her first book at 13, gothic mother, and also wrote a book in English when she was 14. In 1977, she wrote a book called homosexual and strongly criticized by guy communities.
Devi travelled many countries and her observation also revealed that which country has the most intelligent brain. According to Shakuntala Devi, Russian got much talent in numerical calculation and china at the second place in the world. At her personal level, Devi found many jealous people in her career. Especially, intervened, thinking about her progress and fame.
Devi and her daughter, Anupama Banerji was living together in London and Her daughter was her strength, power and hold special bond between them. Anupama also has received some genetic contribution of inheritance (of bit) from her mother, but she does not use them as a profession. However, she is a brilliant student in her mathematical studies.
She never liked comparing a human brain with a human made computer.
Cube roots calculations,
455,762,531,836,562,965,930,666,032,734,375 = 46295 in 40 seconds (Berkeley, 11988)
Arthur Jensen, American psychologist and writer and professor of educational psychology at the University of California said (read original page),
None of the objective test results begins to explain why or how Devi is able to perform feats with numbers that are so far beyond what most of us can do in this sphere as to seem incredible. Her peculiar ability is indeed rare, perhaps one in hundreds of millions.
Jensen
The later days of Devi were few frequent visits of hospitals and died on 21 April 2013 due to respiratory and cardiac health related issues.
Furthermore, read about first Indian woman, Anandi Joshi who got medical degree from the USA and woman who sacrifices her life, Janaki Ammal who was the first botanist. She was the reason of the sweetness of Indian sugarcane. Indian pioneer, first teacher of India, Savitribai Phule who contributed toward the Indian education system.
Alexander Pushkin (26 May 1799 – 29 Jan 1837) wrote his first poem at 15 and have written much controversial poetry. The one who had written the poem, “I Love You” in 1829. Pushkin was a famous romantic poet as well as expert in bringing realism into his work. Anybody who reads the poem, feels his love as fresh as green, soft and tender like petals of a lotus. Conscious awakening poem is motivated talks of one side love and brings no selfishness, respectful attitude toward his lady love.
I loved you, and I probably still do.
And for a while, the feeling may remain.
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness- though in vain-
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.
Next person in this poem is not revealed whether she was his wife Natalia Goncharova or his lover Anna P Markova — Vinogradskaya (Kern).
Pushkin was soon died post serious wound when he was 37, his brother-in-law wounded him. The cause of death due to peritonitis (his brother-in-law, George d'Anthe's shot a bullet into the abdomen of Pushkin).
The fight between Alexander Pushkin and George d’Anthe’s was a baseless conflict that did not solve. It was a rumour that the wife of George, and Alexander was in love. Alexander's Married Lover Anna Petrovna Kern (11 February 1800 – 27 May 1879) is very popular for Pushkin's famous romantic poem “To Kern” (wrote in 1825, and translated by Dimitri Smirnov)
I keep in mind that magic moment:
When you appeared before my eyes
Like ghost, like fleeting apparition,
Like genius of the purest grace.
In torturous hopeless melancholy,
In vanity and noisy fuss
I’ve always heard your tender voice
I saw your features in my dreams.
Years passed away, and blasts of tempests
Have scattered all my previous dreams,
And I forgot your tender voice,
And holy features of your face.
In wilderness, in gloomy capture
My lonely days were slowly drawn:
I had not faith, no inspiration,
No tears, no life, no tender love.
But time has come, my soul awakened,
And you again appeared to me
Like ghost, like fleeting apparition,
Like genius of the purest grace.
My heart again pulsates in rapture,
And everything arouse again:
My former faith, and inspiration,
And tears, and life, and tender love.
The Poet talks sensible, changes of his life irrespectively because of his lover. In his pain, living alone or troublesome voice, Alexander hears her as clear as she is near him. Every time he watches her features in his dream clear and crystal. Away from hospitality and in dark solitary life, he slow down his days and Pushkin feels — there is no life when I'm not with you.
But, soon his love appears in heartbroken time, on the field of uncultivated land and as soon as her feet touched the infertile soil, it turns into green. The rain of hope starts pouring on the thirsty land and flowers blossom in no time. The life restores its faith and love again, the inspiration for broken heart one more time and tears of tender love.
It is best to learn about learn what is Desire of Soul by Abay Kunanbayev and you may also like: Saint Kabir sayings.
Read one of the intriguing Walt Whitman poems “O Captain my Captain” bring patriotic feeling and the great respect for Abraham Lincoln.
Walt Whitman (b. 31 May 1819 — d. 26 March 1892) of Long Island, who lived around and studied from public school. What was the connection between both? Though Walt Whitman and Abraham Lincoln never met in life.
When he was 12, began falling in love with written words of Shakespeare, Homer, Dante and an avid reader of the Bible. Whitman taught many students on Long Island in one single room and became a teacher.
Finally, he found long waited movement of his true wish, he jumped off the cliff of a single room school house to the bay of journalists. His thoughts and words spinning around in his head prove his journalism best.
He founded a newspaper called “The Long-Islander” Walt also known as one of the famous editors who edited many newspaper articles of Brooklyn and New York City. Whitman’s poems, O Captain! Written shortly after the death of US President Abraham Lincoln (<< read handwritten letter of Abraham Lincoln to Lydia Parker Bixby). Whitman expressed his intense grief and mythical connection of Mr Lincoln. The Poem, O Captain! My Captain! Became so famous and popular during his time.
During the American Civil War, Whitman soon reached to the Hospitals of Washington DC and volunteered.
He worked for government although he never met Lincoln in his life. Walt felt so close to him and shook upon the assassination of the president. “The Saturday Press” was the first who published the poem, “O Captain!”
It is one of the famous Walt Whitman poems and it is the most enjoyed
O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! Heart! Heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you, they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! Dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
Read collection of Walt Whitman's poems published by Oxford University Press
Mengzi (385–303 or 302 BC) was a great philosopher of China. The one who left the world with written text that is compiled seven books into two parts A and B. He was raised in very ancient tradition, for better effect on his early growing brain. Ancient history stated that his mother changed the places of living three times when he was a kid.
Mencius’s mother moved three times
The above idiom was well famous and simply says that to grow a kid in an environment of wise thoughts, and most importantly it states the area of living matters. And thus mother of Mencius moved or changed three times while traditional education to her son and keep away and saved from bad thoughts. This helped built Mencious human nature.
If you try to guide the common people with coercive regulations and keep them in line with punishments, the common people will become evasive and will have no sense of shame.
Mencius
According to Mengzi one is hopeless who conquers the world by warfare: “Climbing a tree in search of a fish” In his life most of the time, he travelled many parts of China and educated many rulers. The basics of the Mencius. (it is anecdotes, conversations and real interviews of Confucian Philosophers). Chinese culture considered one of the immense and oldest of the world out of the four measure civilizations, Babylon, India, and Egypt. He suggested that “The core of benevolence is serving one’s parents. The core of righteousness is obeying one’s elder brother. The core of wisdom knows these two and not abandoning them. The core of ritual propriety is the adornment of these two.”
Heaven sees as the people see; Heaven hears as the people hear.
The king asked abruptly, “How shall the world be settled?”
“It will be settled by unification,” Mencius answered.
“Who will be able to unify it?”
“Someone without a taste for killing will be able to unify it…. Has Your Majesty noticed rice shoots? If there is drought during the seventh and eighth months, the shoots wither, but if dense clouds gather in the sky and a torrent of rain falls, the shoots suddenly revive. When that happens, who could stop it? … Should there be one without a taste for killing, the people will crane their necks looking out for him. If that does happen, the people will go over to him as water tends downwards, in a torrent — who could stop it? (1A6) […]
Read another philosopher, John Dewey: Education Is Not Preparation For Life; Education Is Life Itself. And, The Emphatic Philosopher Of Strange Confusion, John Mill On His Theory Of Poetry And Philosophy Found Futile. Moreover, read Chinese monk Xuanzang's travel to India
If you have time to chatter,
Nanao Sakaki
Read Books.
If you have time to read books,
Walk into mountain, desert and Ocean.
If you have time to walk,
Sing a song and dance.
If you have time to dance,
Sit quietly, you, happy lucky idiot.
The notable couple of 21 years gap in their birth, it must have been the first couple of their family or the city. Painter Frida Kahlo (6 July 1907–13 July 1954) when married to divorced and 21 years senior and mentor Diego Rivera (8 Dec 1886–24 Nov 1957) they had many mutual infidelities. However, they seek a source of love of infinite strings attached to each other. Ardent, deceiving and no ashamed of their relationship went on exploring life with each-other passionately.
Their love started gearing up in 1928 and both got married on 21 August 1929. How she coped up and survived on convalescence throughout her life (visiting hospitals frequently till the end of her life) and infrequent temper tantrums of her love life were two of the reasons made her strong. Someone could easily infer from her letter how their ten-year relationship abruptly ended and was rekindled a year later.
Read one of the letters of Kahlo to Rivera after her leg infected with gangrene. This letter was written before she was going under an operation to amputate her leg. Kahlo expressed her anger, love, concern and hope of her souls. Although thought to informed to her loved one, Rivera.
Mexico,
1953My dear Mr. Diego,
I’m writing this letter from a hospital room before I am admitted into the operating theatre. They want me to hurry, but I am determined to finish writing first, as I don’t want to leave anything unfinished. Especially now that I know what they are up to. They want to hurt my pride by cutting a leg off. When they told me it would be necessary to amputate, the news didn’t affect me the way everybody expected. No, I was already a maimed woman when I lost you, again, for the umpteenth time maybe, and still, I survived.I am not afraid of pain and you know it. It is almost inherent to my being, although I confess that I suffered, and a great deal, when you cheated on me, every time you did it, not just with my sister but with so many other women. How did they let themselves be fooled by you? You believe I was furious about Cristina, but today I confess that it wasn’t because of her. It was because of me and you. First of all because of me, since I’ve never been able to understand what you looked and look for, what they give you that I couldn’t. Let’s not fool ourselves, Diego, I gave you everything that is humanly possible to offer, and we both know that. But still, how the hell do you manage to seduce so many women when you’re such an ugly son of a bitch?
The reason why I’m writing is not to accuse you of anything more than we’ve already accused each other of in this and however many more bloody lives. It’s because I’m having a leg cut off (damned thing, it got what it wanted in the end). I told you I’ve counted myself as incomplete for a long time, but why the fuck does everybody else need to know about it too? Now my fragmentation will be obvious to everyone to see, for you to see… That’s why I’m telling you before you hear it on the grapevine. Forgive my not going to your house to say this in person, but given the circumstances and my condition, I’m not allowed to leave the room, not even to use the bathroom. It’s not my intention to make you or anyone else feels pity, and I don’t want you to feel guilty. I’m writing to let you know I’m releasing you, I’m amputating you. Be happy and never seek me again. I don’t want to hear from you, I don’t want you to hear from me. If there is anything I’d enjoy before I die, it’d be not having to see your fucking horrible bastard face wandering around my garden.
That is all, I can now go to be chopped up in peace.
Goodbye from somebody who is crazy and vehemently in love with you,
Your Frida
“Sylvia Rivera, the woman who faced child abuse, pushed to the doors of a child prostitute and threw out of The Gay Rights Movement”
In her later days, Sylvia Rivera (b. 2 Jul 1951 — d. 19 Feb 2002) called herself half-sister. Her essay she kept herself an optional human who admit that she is neither transgender, nor she was a lesbian. Sylvia wrote in her essay, “Transvestites: Your Half Sisters and Half Brothers of the Revolution” one who dresses in clothes of opposite sex. Here statement does not show any evidence that she was a transgender or lesbian.
Marsha and I fought for the liberation of our people.
In a 1981 interview
Her childhood was almost too sad to live like an ordinary girl. Sylvia in her young age soon learned how suicidal mothers behave and why a broken relationship had that ugly end. Her mother committed suicide when she was just three (her father already had left both mother and daughter so early). Thus, the abandoned girl started living on the streets, worked as a sex-worker and met a group of drag queens. The Sylvia name was her welcoming (token) name Marsha had given and Rivera became another drag queen.
Also, The Stonewall Riots protests was occurred in 1960, she claimed that she was the part of it, but Johnson said loud and clear that Sylvia was not the part of the riots. Rivera was a kind of exaggerated her presence at every protest. She was co-founder of the Gay Liberation Front and STAR.
Moreover, her never-ending feelings of poor, orphan, stamp of sex-worker, and living on blood of all time drugs remained till the end of her life. The riots, thousands of Transgender and Gay came out on the streets for the rights of liberty, however, she disliked being herself tagged for the same. Rivera died sudden due to liver cancer.
However, the legacy of Sylvia has registered through many incidents, one of them was on the 50th anniversary of Stonewall Riots, a large painted mural depicting Marsha P Johnson and Silvia Rivera in Dallas in 2019. Also, on the Christopher corner, was renamed to Sylvia Rivera Way on Huston Streets.
Read, Barbara Gittings on “How I Discovered The Power Of The Press.” and Marsha P Johnson's poetry, “The Soul”
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