Christmas and Poetry is something that has been together since humanity can remember. We encounter poetry to flourish during this time of the year, because of the cheerful and sad moment we all share and also because it has deep roots within our memories. Our childhoods were full of great and emotional moments during Christmas Eve and we always looked forward this day for the presents we would get and also to be with the big group of family members coming together. It was always amazing what things would happen during Christmas, that are just stories to share with love ones. Anyways, here I will post a few Poems from famous poets that felt inspired with the spirit of Christmas and tried to capture that warm "aroma" that we all feel during these days.
Gothic Lolita is one of Japan's many popular street fashions that is growing in popularity in the Western world today. The style often is meant to make the wearer look doll-like, sweet and/or elegant. But, behind this fashion is a lifestyle. Here's how to not only dress like but be Gothic Lolita.
Steps
- Throw away any pre/misconceptions you may have! Gothic Lolita is not necessarily related to what you think of as "Goth", nor does it have anything to do with pedophilia. The fashion and the lifestyle do not contain sexual connotations. Followers of the fashion do not consider it to be a sexual style. Instead, adherents present themselves as young Victorian girls and consider it necessary to look "cute," "beautiful," or "elegant" rather than "sexy."
- You may want to purchase one of the Gothic & Lolita Bibles from a Japanese bookstore, comic book store or online. These magazines are a great resource for anyone interested in the style. If you don't have the funds to spend 15 to 20 dollars on one of the Bibles, visit one or more of the listed External Links for more information on what exactly "Gothic Lolita" is. It's good to have a strong foundation regarding what the style consists of before you attempt to dress in that way.
The Crying
The cries of the babies break the silence of the cold and dark night. The wind closes and opens the wooden windows now and then. The fall leaves that have not been picked up making small mountains that the wind breaks and makes them again in a distant corner of the brown grass. On the second floor of the house a shadow of a woman is reflected into the large wooden wall that has pieces of yellowish wallpaper hanging-out. An oil lamp is all that is illuminating the room.
“When will all you stop crying? It is driving me crazy!” she says, holding one baby with one hand and the bucket of water with the other. She puts the baby on the metallic container and pours the warm water into it, while the other baby cries from across the room. She pours some water with her hand over the baby face to wash him. Her long and sharp nail scratches the baby’s nose and blood begins to pour out. The baby cries out louder with tears running down from his eyes. The woman tries to calm him but she scratches begin his ears and the baby screams in pain.
Note: A famous chican@ poem by Rodolfo "Corky" Gonzales
Source:http://www.latinamericanstudies.org/latinos/joaquin.htm
I Am Joaquin
by Rodolfo Corky Gonzales
Yo soy Joaquín,
perdido en un mundo de confusión:
I am Joaquín, lost in a world of confusion,
caught up in the whirl of a gringo society,
confused by the rules, scorned by attitudes,
suppressed by manipulation, and destroyed by modern society.
Note: This time I will post a classic story first published in France I think. Anyways, it was in wikipedia and I thought I would share it. After Watching Wolf's Bridged felt inspired to search for the story and here it is. If there are any copyright issues leave the message with it and I will remove it thanks. Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jin-Roh
Rotkäppchen (Little Red Ridding Hood)
Once there was a little girl, called Little Red Riding Hood, for she wore always that red riding hood. Now her mother had made her a suit of clothing for her to wear, and this suit of clothing had been made completely out of metal. Her mother then went away to stay alone in a little cottage in the woods, and told the girl, "only when you have worn out this suit of clothing shall you come and visit me." So the girl, nodding solemnly, bade her mother goodbye and set to work to wearing out her suit of metal clothing.
Everyday she rubbed herself against the walls of her home, so that the clothing would be worn out sooner. Everyday, day-by-day, without fail she would rub herself against the walls, till her clothes became thinner, and thinner till she completely wore it out. Elated, she made some bread with butter and wheat cakes for her mother, intending them as gifts, and left her house for her mother's cottage in the woods.
Along the way, just as she was about to enter the woods, she encountered a wolf, which asked for some of her cakes and bread. She refused, for it was to be a gift to her mother. Unfazed, the wolf asked if she would be traveling via the road of pins or the road of needles. The young girl replied that she would be using the road of pins. Thus, the wolf ran quickly down the road of needles and knocked upon the door to the girl's mother's cottage.