I know, I know, my video is crazy. I was just playing around very late on Friday night so you have to forgive me! This is a page for posting your own poetry and/or making comments about poetry. When you return to school after break, you will find that the library has been turned into a cafe. It is now the City Lights Cafe, a take off on City Lights Bookstore where Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and other Beat poets hung out back in the '50's in San Francisco. This is the library's theme for National Library Week as the American Library Association celebrates 50 years of recognizing libraries. We are going "Beat" so bring your bongos, coffee mugs, pillows, and original or someone else's poetry to read aloud. It's going to be Cool and Crazy in here, Man! Thursday, April 17th is Teen Literature Day, can you dig it, Baby? Spontaneous poetry flashing is encouraged!
Connor MacEntee said
at 10:14 am on Apr 14, 2008
Who knows how to teach best but the taught? The ones on the receiving end of the knowledge, the ones who have to absorb it and adapt to it's harsh outline. Who knows how to learn better than a teacher, the ones who have to think how to present the knowledge, how to show how flexible knowledge can be. Students, teachers, they're the same job with a different name.
(Okay, it's kinda lame, I'm just free-versing off the top of my head :D)
ambiguous said
at 10:08 am on Apr 16, 2008
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
- jack kerouac (this is my FAVORITE quote)
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Elise said
at 9:46 pm on Apr 4, 2008
I'M SOOOO EXCITED FOR THIS!!!
bdard said
at 11:34 pm on Apr 5, 2008
I know, I know, my video is crazy. I was just playing around very late on Friday night so you have to forgive me! This is a page for posting your own poetry and/or making comments about poetry. When you return to school after break, you will find that the library has been turned into a cafe. It is now the City Lights Cafe, a take off on City Lights Bookstore where Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and other Beat poets hung out back in the '50's in San Francisco. This is the library's theme for National Library Week as the American Library Association celebrates 50 years of recognizing libraries. We are going "Beat" so bring your bongos, coffee mugs, pillows, and original or someone else's poetry to read aloud. It's going to be Cool and Crazy in here, Man! Thursday, April 17th is Teen Literature Day, can you dig it, Baby? Spontaneous poetry flashing is encouraged!
Connor MacEntee said
at 10:14 am on Apr 14, 2008
Who knows how to teach best but the taught? The ones on the receiving end of the knowledge, the ones who have to absorb it and adapt to it's harsh outline. Who knows how to learn better than a teacher, the ones who have to think how to present the knowledge, how to show how flexible knowledge can be. Students, teachers, they're the same job with a different name.
(Okay, it's kinda lame, I'm just free-versing off the top of my head :D)
ambiguous said
at 10:08 am on Apr 16, 2008
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
- jack kerouac (this is my FAVORITE quote)
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