Defence of Fort McHenry (Stars and Stripes Forever)

O! say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there –
O! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream –
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havock of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul foot-steps’ pollution,
No refuge could save the hireling and slave,
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave;
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

O! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home, and the war’s desolation,
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heav’n-rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto – ‘In God is our trust! ‘
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

About Francis Scott Key.

Francis Scott Key was an American lawyer, author, and amateur poet, from Georgetown, who wrote the lyrics to the United States’ national anthem, “The Star-Spangled Banner”. That’s pretty much it!!!

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The Professor


So suave in the way s/he moves
as if each motion was deliberately
choreographed,
making some students in the back
wonder if when s/he was a student in the back
years & years ago,
that s/he dreamt of one day becoming this
thing,
this emblem of intellect,
whose mind stays in a little box called the
university &
when not taken into the public sphere,
it stays there,
mentally masturbating with the rest of them,
until they all cum in tandem at a conference,
reading papers on specific & meticulously mundane
subjects, which has gained them a seat in line for
tenure,
but in terms of helping the world,
does little but keep the tuition dollars coming in,
because the kids are the ones who line up to meet them,
the kids are the ones who believe in the lethal cocktail
of wit & romantic idealism,
which is great is discovered on one’s own,
but bitter to the taste if spoon-fed by someone whose
latent wish is to get in your pants because you are bedazzled
by the genius that you think they
possess.

 

As written and presented by Andrew Delapruch.

About the Poet.

Others will say he has been writing since infancy but of course that’s a white lie and we all know it. Delapruch however has been involved in arts for as long as he discovered that he called put together the word ‘h’ and ‘o’ and form a word. Apart from poetry he has written many screenplays, fiction and sonnets

IF…..

IF . . . . .

If you can start the day without caffeine,

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,

If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,

If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,

If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,

If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you when through no fault of yours, something goes wrong,

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,

Shut Up, Stop Whining, and Get a Life

If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,

If you can face the world without lies and deceit,

If you can conquer tension without medical help,

If you can relax without liquor,

If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

If you can honestly say that deep in your heart that you have no prejudice against creed, color, religion, gender preference, or politics.

 

 

Then you have reached the same level of development as your dog.

Independent Ethos

It’s a marvel what one learns about filmmaking while watching the anti-film This is Not a Film. In 2010, acclaimed Iranian director Jafar Panahi was confined to his condo in Tehran under house arrest as part of his punishment for intending to make a film deemed subversive by the state. During his house arrest, he decided to turn on a camera and just record, all the while trying to deny he was even making a film. He reportedly had This Is Not a Film smuggled out of the country on a flash drive hidden inside a cake delivered to the 2011 Cannes Film Festival where it had its world premiere in 2011. The result offers a raw, insightful glimpse inside the mind of a creative genius.

This is Not a Film is so enlightening into the craft of filmmaking, it feels tragic that the government of Iran has denied…

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