tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68114612024-03-12T19:01:08.364-05:00Ted's BlogWords and picturesTed Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.comBlogger2102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-21109673710270765542015-10-11T14:21:00.003-05:002015-10-11T14:22:36.217-05:00Mallory's Milieu<a data-pin-board-width="400" data-pin-do="embedBoard" data-pin-scale-height="200" data-pin-scale-width="80" href="https://www.pinterest.com/tedmallory/mallorys-milieu/"> Follow Ted's board Mallory's Milieu on Pinterest.</a><!-- Please call pinit.js only once per page --><script async="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js" type="text/javascript"></script>
Visit this Pinterest Board of my artwork, designs, & photography. Leave your comments. If you see something you like, make me an offer. If you need some work done, hire me to freelance for you. Thanks. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-73138668562590409062014-08-23T14:42:00.000-05:002014-08-23T14:42:07.102-05:00What's Happening on my NEW Blog<!-- start feedwind code --><script type="text/javascript">document.write('<script type="text/javascript" src="' + ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 'https://' : 'http://') + 'feed.mikle.com/js/rssmikle.js"><' + '/script>');</script><script type="text/javascript">(function() {var params = {rssmikle_url: "https://tedmallory.wordpress.com/",rssmikle_frame_width: "400",rssmikle_frame_height: "600",rssmikle_target: "_blank",rssmikle_font: "Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif",rssmikle_font_size: "12",rssmikle_border: "off",responsive: "off",rssmikle_css_url: "",text_align: "left",text_align2: "left",corner: "off",scrollbar: "off",autoscroll: "on",scrolldirection: "up",scrollstep: "3",mcspeed: "20",sort: "New",rssmikle_title: "on",rssmikle_title_sentence: "",rssmikle_title_link: "",rssmikle_title_bgcolor: "#000308",rssmikle_title_color: "#FFFFFF",rssmikle_title_bgimage: "",rssmikle_item_bgcolor: "#FFFFFF",rssmikle_item_bgimage: "",rssmikle_item_title_length: "55",rssmikle_item_title_color: "#FF3D03",rssmikle_item_border_bottom: "on",rssmikle_item_description: "on",item_link: "off",rssmikle_item_description_length: "150",rssmikle_item_description_color: "#666666",rssmikle_item_date: "gl1",rssmikle_timezone: "Etc/GMT",datetime_format: "%b %e, %Y %l:%M:%S %p",rssmikle_item_description_tag: "off",rssmikle_item_description_image_scaling: "off",article_num: "15",rssmikle_item_podcast: "off",keyword_inc: "",keyword_exc: ""};feedwind_show_widget_iframe(params);})();</script><div style="font-size:10px; text-align:center; width:400;"><a href="http://feed.mikle.com/" target="_blank" style="color:#CCCCCC;">RSS Feed Widget</a><!--Please display the above link in your web page according to Terms of Service.--></div><!-- end feedwind code --><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-60249186008817513402014-05-20T12:06:00.002-05:002014-05-20T12:06:35.508-05:00Redirect; Visit us at our new location!I'm not abandoning this blog (this conglomeration of blogs really), but I've been wanting to streamline &/or consolidate all of them for a while now, so I've started something new: <a href="http://tedmallory.wordpress.com/">http://tedmallory.wordpress.com</a><br />
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Please follow the link and take a look. I'm hoping to revitalize my blogging by making doing it more consistently and having each post be more brief and focused. I hope you'll like it and follow me at the new single blog site. Thanks. See you there.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-63220412173135525112014-05-04T14:46:00.001-05:002014-05-04T14:46:20.703-05:00Stupid RavenI know that my Redeemer lives<div>Be that as it may,</div><div>There's still this</div><div>Irritating</div><div>Black bird</div><div>Rapping on my chamber door</div><div>Incessantly reminding me</div><div>Of my loss</div><div><br></div><div>Grief is like an earthquake</div><div>At least mine has been</div><div>I knew it was likely to come</div><div>I thoughti'd prepared</div><div>Yet when it arrived I was still </div><div>Shocked & overwhelmed</div><div><br></div><div>What's worse</div><div>Are the aftershocks</div><div>Never knowing when they'll come</div><div>Or how frequently</div><div>Or how hard each will be</div><div>Or how long they'll each last</div><div><br></div><div>I know you're better off</div><div>And in our Savior's arms</div><div>But you're not in my arms anymore</div><div>And I'm not in yours</div><div><br></div><div>I'm supposed to beon your shoulders </div><div>In the sun</div><div>Or slung over your shoulder</div><div>Asleep, too tired& too young</div><div>Depending on your stamina and strength land patience</div><div><br></div><div>But this fucking raven keeps visiting me</div><div>In my chamber</div><div>"No more, never more!"</div><div>Shut up</div><div><br></div><div>Stupid bird</div><div>Stupid melancholy</div><div>Stupid pain</div><div><br></div><div>Let me go</div><div><br></div><div>Rain, rain, go away</div><div>Comeback again some other day</div><div>Maybe someday when it's easier to ignore you,</div><div>Work through you</div><div>See past you</div><div><br></div><div>Today, you're all I know</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-78360627693206965822014-05-03T14:56:00.001-05:002014-05-03T14:56:50.595-05:00TweetI can't help thinking<div>What a kick</div><div>My grandmother</div><div>Would get</div><div>Out of</div><div>The pair of cardinals</div><div>In our young mock pair tree</div><div>Outside our kitchen window</div><div><br></div><div>Now</div><div>Is this a poem,</div><div>Just an observation,</div><div>Or a tweet?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com0Charter Oak Charter Oak42.065033 -95.58999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-55121624073535007672014-04-30T09:29:00.002-05:002014-04-30T09:29:34.687-05:00Make Art That HurtsI've been reading about the German Expressionist painters recently since I'm teaching my Eighth grade class about it.<i> To see a slideshow visit <a href="http://dogart.wikispaces.com/8TH-++EXPRESSIONISM">http://dogart.wikispaces.com/8TH-++EXPRESSIONISM</a></i><br />
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Ernst Kirchner in particular interested me. Much of his early work looks like Matisse's. But Matisse believed that every painting needs to be joyful and comfortable for viewers. After Kirchner suffered a breakdown as a soldier wounded in WWI, his works came to reflect his deep suffering. Kirchner wasn't necessarily fishing for sympathy, but his paintings certainly invoke emotions and provoke reaction.<br />
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Norwegian master Edvard Munch is know for deliberately making his viewers part of his paintings like audience participants standing in a stage play. His viewers are usually discovering intimate scenes that in real life they'd probably not be intended to see. This strategy of Munch's doesn't merely express his feelings, it effectively shares experiences.<br />
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Notifying friends of a trauma may solicit sympathy, but sharing an artwork you created or a poem you wrote in response to your trauma can in very real ways shae or replicate your experience thereby eliciting empathy.<br />
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Art (not just painting, drawing or sculpting, but writing too) is not only therapeutic for the one creating it, but can be cathartic for the viewer too. In that way it builds connections between people and helps students develop empathy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-29270755159652793432014-04-23T11:36:00.000-05:002014-04-23T11:38:03.472-05:00Hardest thing I ever had to write<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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<i>Visitation will be from 5:00-8:00 PM Thursday, April 3, 2014 at <a href="http://hansenmortuary.com/obituaries/?id=2415" target="_blank">Hansen Chapel</a>, 8314 N. 7th Street, Phoenix, AZ 85020. Memorial service will be at 6:30 PM Friday, April 4, 2014 at <a href="http://www.cclphoenix.org/" target="_blank">Christ Church Lutheran</a>, 3901 E Indian School Rd., Phoenix, AZ 85018. Interment will be at the <a href="http://www.cem.va.gov/cems/nchp/nmca.asp" target="_blank">National Memorial Cemetery of Arizona</a>. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to <a href="http://www.clsphx.org/" target="_blank">Christ Church Lutheran</a> Scholarship Fund.</i><br />
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<b>Other Posts & Poems about Dad and/or grief</b><br />
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<li><a href="http://tedscolumn.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-vet-for-their-service.html" target="_blank">Dad's Military Service</a> <i>Compiled for Memorial Day some year's back</i></li>
<li><a href="http://tedscolumn.blogspot.com/2014/04/written-on-plane-on-inside-jacket-of.html" target="_blank">Written on a plane on the inside jacket of a paperback on the way home</a> <i>Written on the flight home, after Dad's funeral</i></li>
<li><a href="http://tedscolumn.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-so-sorry.html" target="_blank">I'm So Sorry</a> <i>Written after a colleague lost a child, in part to process having lost my brother-in-law. How do you express empathy? Just saying "I'm sorry for your loss," or "my condolences" seems so inadequate, right?</i></li>
<li><a href="http://tedscolumn.blogspot.com/2013/12/over-hill.html" target="_blank">Over the Hill</a> <i>Written months ago, thinking about the end-of-life journey that we'll all end up on</i></li>
<li><a href="http://tedscolumn.blogspot.com/2010/07/whos-hand-is-that-writing-on-my-paper.html" target="_blank">Who's Hand is it Writing on my Paper Anyway?</a> <i>Written for the Iowa Writers' Project a few summers ago</i></li>
<li><a href="http://tedscolumn.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-i-sound-like-him.html" target="_blank">Do I Sound Like Him?</a> <i>This might be what they mean when they tell you things like, "they'll always be with you," or "they're a part of you."</i></li>
<li><a href="http://tedscolumn.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-grandpas-farm.html" target="_blank">My Grandpa's Farm</a> <i>Written back in college, after the death of my Dad's dad- these sentiments now remind me of my Mom's widowhood, not just my Grandma's</i></li>
<li><a href="http://tedscolumn.blogspot.com/search?q=Poem+my+dad+taught+me" target="_blank">A Poem My Dad Taught Me</a> <i>A fun little thing that no doubt came from Petosky, Michigan, Dad's home town.</i></li>
<li><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/tedmallory/family-ancestors/" target="_blank">'Family & Ancestors' Pinterest Board</a> <i>I originally meant this to be a repository of family history research, but its turned into more of a scrap book of things that remind me of Dad.</i></li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;">Great way to remember both of these; P51 was one if Dad's favorite planes and Psalm 51 was his favorite psalm. </span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/search?q=P51" style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">#P51</a><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;"> </span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/search?q=PS51" style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">#PS51</a><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;"> </span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/search?q=Psalm51" style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;">#Psalm51</a></td></tr>
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-72466538023503777782014-04-23T10:31:00.002-05:002014-04-23T10:31:30.253-05:00Written on a plane on the inside jacket of a paperback on the way homeno words<br />
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no images<br />
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nothing<br />
works well enough<br />
there's not even<br />
much comfort<br />
in the familiar<br />
cold comfort<br />
when there is<br />
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heaviness<br />
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ache<br />
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sleep is<br />
no escape<br />
when what little sleep<br />
actually comes<br />
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better to just<br />
keep moving<br />
slowly,<br />
achingly<br />
trudging on<br />
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what else is there to do?<br />
what else is there?<br />
what else?<br />
what?<br />
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it was easier to loose your footing and slip, you said<br />
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take your time<br />
take it easy<br />
enjoy the view<br />
don't be in such a hurry<br />
its not a race<br />
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On the way up it was harder and slower<br />
but I thought I was so strong and so tough<br />
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It made me proud<br />
each step of the climb<br />
I was accomplishing something<br />
<br />
and I felt confident and safe, with you on ahead<br />
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but I was impatient<br />
I couldn't wait to get to the top<br />
I wanted to get to see what you could see<br />
<br />
but when we peaked<br />
you kept on walking<br />
no time to stop and bask at the zenith<br />
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I lost sight of you for a minute<br />
you below the crest on the downward slope,<br />
me on the upward, still climbing, catching up and catching my breath<br />
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Now,<br />
instead of seeing the dirt and rocks<br />
and my own knees and boots,<br />
I can see the panorama just like you promised<br />
but I can also see you on ahead<br />
descending descending<br />
up where I can't be yet<br />
but where I know I have to go<br />
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I can't enjoy the big picture<br />
because I want to keep my eyes on you<br />
and not lose you again<br />
and because I see all the chasms and cliffs and crags<br />
around you, behind you, beyond you<br />
and right in front of you<br />
things neither of us could see on the way up.<br />
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On the way up, I wanted to stop and rest because it was such a strain<br />
now I want to stop and wait<br />
because this feeling is so weak and worn and vulnerable<br />
exhausted after so much strain on the way up,<br />
but now we need our strength even more<br />
we need our balance and agility more<br />
so that we won't stumble and plummet to the bottom before we can reach it gently<br />
but there's no stopping gravity and momentum<br />
and time<br />
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I can see you far ahead<br />
too far ahead<br />
I want you up here by my side<br />
I liked it better when you were here to catch me and to steady me<br />
and to encourage me to keep going<br />
to assure me that I could do this<br />
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I'd rather still be walking with you<br />
but I can't just gallop and catch up to you<br />
even though I want to be there to catch you and steady you<br />
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I wish you'd just stop and wait while I gradually catch up with you<br />
but I'm scared to travel where you are<br />
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Downhill is definitely faster than uphill<br />
but I'm not sure its as fun<br />
the trail seems to keep slipping out from under me.<br />
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I know that the pastures and waters you're headed for offer rest and reward<br />
but between this mountainside and there seems so hard<br />
and while the vista seems clear, twilight is falling<br />
and I'm losing sight of you<br />
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Just promise you'll be there waiting at home<br />
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Nourish coach and encourage</div>
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and there may or may not be a harvest, but if there is, once there is, the roots will be deep and the fruit will be tender.</div>
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Coerce, control and command</div>
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but it will be bitter</div>
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and you won't get much for long</div>
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Which is worth more?</div>
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The golden egg, or the goose?</div>
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After all, you're not God</div>
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You know we're just plough boys.</div>
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People who like an artist’s work generally want to know more about the artist. Artist statements are effective marketing tools. It helps make a connection between the artist and their audience. In putting your art into words you might also find that some of your ideas which didn’t entirely make sense to you become more concrete. Your writing might even open new paths in your thinking and take you in new artistic directions.<br />
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When I began teaching 8th grade Civics in 2011, I wanted to decorate my classroom in a way that would be patriotic and engaging. I also wanted to reassure students that it was okay that an Art teacher was teaching a Social Studies class (I have a double-major in K-12 Art and 7-12 Social Studies). Over the last two decades of teaching, I’ve frequently drawn on presidents and other historic figures for drawings and paintings. I simply gathered them up and hung them up. That first year I even had students try to name as many of the people featured in the paintings on a worksheet for extra credit!</div>
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Benjamin Franklin has an amazing line in the Broadway musical 1776. John Adams, fighting to keep a statement opposing slavery from being removed from a draft of the Declaration of Independence warns Franklin that if they don’t address issue of slavery from the onset, posterity will never forgive them. In an effort to get Adams to compromise with delegates from the South, Franklin tells him, “That's probably true, but we won't hear a thing, we'll be long gone. Besides, what would posterity think we were? Demi-gods? We're men, no more no less, trying to get a nation started against greater odds than a more generous God would have allowed.”</div>
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A basic premise of democracy is that leaders are servants of the people who elect them. The promise of America has always been that any kid could grow up to be President. What fascinates me about great men as a Civics teacher, as an artist, and as a citizen, is that they’re just men. Perhaps of great ability, power and experience, but never the less just men. Full of faults, imperfections, vulnerabilities and personalities. My hope is always to portray the faces of Presidents and protest leaders as human faces. Faces that could be your cousin or uncle or neighbor or friend. I hope whether its Truman or Gandhi or Lincoln, that viewers can see that there is a real person behind the face.</div>
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<span class="c1" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">KING </span>This acrylic on paper in teals and black started a long relationship for me with Martin Luther King. I’ve always been an admirer of the activist and have tried several times over the years to paint him. Two or three oil pastel paintings haven’t made me as happy as this earlier work. A couple of years ago, I managed a larger, more detailed and developed piece which I gave as a wedding present to a friend who lives in Washington D.C. This early painting is more close-up, more intimate and probably better reveals the worry, sacrifice, deep intelligence and seriousness of his cause. Like the Teddy Roosevelt painting, this is one that has become an old friend. I think I’d like to have it hanging in whatever office, studio or classroom I occupy as long as I’m teaching, writing or painting.</div>
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I never realized that I even had a style of my own until I hung several of my paintings together on the wall of my Art classroom this Fall. Looking at nineteen years of paintings I’d done with classes or as examples for classes, it finally manifest itself to me. It may may just be my own Attention Deficit Disorder, messiness or stubbornness- but my work seems to be very passionate, expressive and maybe just a little rough-hewn. I’d like to think that I’m a shaggy lummox like a bison or a bear. Unkempt yet majestic. Simultaneously humble yet proud. Inglorious with dignity. In other words, quintessentially American.</div>
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Art History students and aficionados can probably recognize the influence of the neoexpressionism of the 1970’s and 80’s. I’m not sure if this is because that was the era in which I grew up or if its because of the strong German expressionist influence on my professors at Concordia College in Seward, Nebraska.</div>
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If I had to name my favorite painters, I’d probably rattle off names of pop artists like Wayne Thiebaud and Jasper Johns; the venerable regionalist Grant Wood, and Native American master John Nieto. But my work doesn’t really seem to look like any of theirs. Frankly I think my paintings remind me more of Jules Feiffer, Johnny Hart and Bill Mauldin. That’s probably because from ages 12-38 it was my dream to someday make it as a professional cartoonist.</div>
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Years ago a student told me that I teach History classes like their Art classes and my Art classes like they were Social Studies. So maybe I get my wired crossed a lot because I can definitely see how my cartoons are influenced by Grant Wood and Wayne Thiebaud and my paintings are more like Bill Mauldin or maybe even Charles Schultz or Matt Groening.<br />
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Students who watch me painting often say something like “how do you DO that?!!”</div>
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Inevitably the teacher in me wants to either painstakingly explain to them the process of observing, analyzing, comparing and contrasting visual-spatial placement and proportions and then recording those observations and analysis. But I know it would bore them to death.</div>
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That same teacher in me also wants to point out every single flaw in my painting, hypercritically explaining how their awe is misplaced because of how weak my technique is or how inaccurate the features are compared to the photograph I’m using. But I hate to devalue their experience, even if I don’t think I deserve whatever admiration they’ve just given me.</div>
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So I encourage them by offering that “you can do it too, you just have to keep practicing and listen to what I try to teach you,” yet not bother revealing all of my magician’s secrets.</div>
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Ultimately it is a sort of alchemy. Certainly there’s the trained artist’s way of perceiving and translating those perceptions into visual language, but there’s also a great deal of responding to and expressing about the subject matter. What they mean to me and how I feel about them. What I admire or disdain.</div>
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Too be sure, its not just about the artist and the subject. The painting itself makes its own decisions too, just like our children do. Or in this case maybe a better analogy would be to say that sometimes politicians break party-ranks and vote their own conscience (something I admire about Teddy Roosevelt).</div>
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Finally, you the viewer, bring your own experience to every painting too. Eighth graders who have no idea who Goldwater, Johnson or Roosevelt were often have vastly different reactions to my paintings than adults.</div>
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So there are four of us collaborating on each painting; artist, subject, painting, and viewer- each lobbying for our own interests. Hopefully we all make compromise and meet somewhere other than where our preconceptions would’ve taken us alone. That’s in the nature of democracy too, isn’t it? Together, whether in tension or harmony, we’re something very different than any of us would be left to our own devices. E Pluribus Unum, from many- one. Long may it be so.</div>
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But I've recently done a bit of writing for one of my classes.<br />
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Every class at Boyer Valley is required to have at least one formal writing assignment. In the past, rather than a research paper, I've had students conduct a critical analysis of a famous artwork. This proved to still be a little heavy on the rigor and light on the relevance for most high school Art students. So this year, I decided I'd experiment with having my Painting class write their own Artist Statements.<br />
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An Artist’s Statement is a short document which provides insight into an artist’s thinking on about a single piece, or about an entire body of work. Artist statements describe the artist’s creative process, philosophy, vision, and style. Artists use these documents to communicate to potential buyers, exhibition curators, critics, fellow artists, and casual viewers.
Unbeknownst to them they still have to critically analyze an artwork, its just that they're analyzing their own artwork. Much to my surprise and my relief, so far they're all pretty excited about it.<br />
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Writing a couple of examples for them about my own work has been a good exercise for me too. I don't think I've ever thought about my own painting this much ever.<br />
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What follows is the first demonstration-model, about one of my own paintings. The next entry will be what I wrote about a whole group of painting.<br />
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This is a picture of my Aunt Rene’. Growing up in the 1970’s I remember my aunt wearing many of the latest fashions. Oranges, yellows, and teals and turquoise featured prominently. Interestingly, these colors have been popular this year. I used only yellow and black. There’s not a lot of detail, and only a minimum of shading.</div>
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8x10 is a common ratio for portrait photography. Using a vertical 8x10 was a perfect fit since I was enlarging a portrait from a 1 inch x 1 and a half inch newspaper photograph. I think that cutting off the top of the head and having the subject’s eyes looking up and to the viewer’s right, creating an implied diagonal make it a strong composition. I used the rule-of-thirds. Her left eye (partially hidden by her bangs) are on a “hot-spot,” an intersection of the right vertical third and the top horizontal third.</div>
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The stark contrast and bright yellow are upbeat and positive, although the greys and imperfection may be like hearing an otherwise happy song played in minor keys or at a slow tempo. This color scheme and the hair and make-up styles effectively evoke the aesthetic of the early and mid sixties. TV shows like ‘Mad Men’ have made that aesthetic popular as “retro” lately.</div>
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My Aunt Renee’ was an Irish redhead. Her hairstyles (and occasionally wigs) were a lot like those of TV comedians Carol Burnette and Vicki Lawrence. Burnette is famous for mixing her comedy with a certain amount of tragedy or at least reality, so that people could relate to her show easily. For me personally, this painting reminds me of the constant balance of heartache and joy that every family share.</div>
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Our assignment was to create a painting in the Pop Art style of the 1950’s and 60’s.I wanted to make a painting that would have a bold graphic look like Andy Warhol’s portraits of celebrities, but have a worn, industrial look, with thick paint like something Jasper Johns did. Enlarging a newspaper picture is also a lot like what Roy Lichtenstein did with comic book panels.</div>
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I used my aunt’s engagement photo from a newspaper clipping from the 1960’s. First, I covered the canvas with straight yellow acrylic paint.I tried making two or three sketches in my sketchbook before drawing the picture on my canvas. I tried to apply some of the concepts I’ve been teaching this year. In Painting, we learned about finding facets that share color or value. In Drawing we’ve worked on perceiving positive and negative spaces, fitting your subject matter into a format and we learned that if you turn an image upside down, it becomes easier to draw shapes correctly.</div>
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I made some mistakes with the black, so I made corrections with the same yellow I’d used for the background. This added some dimension and more of a variety of shades, making it less of a stark, 2-color image and more “monochromatic.” These changes made it seem warmer and more personal, it also made it more imperfect like a Jasper Johns and not so precise and mechanical like a Warhol.</div>
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I wasn’t completely decided that it was entirely finished, but several students really liked it. I posted it on Instagram and Facebook and got more positive feedback. My cousin loved it and promised to show her mother. Another friend left a comment about how he liked the “orange lady.” I decided to use his name for it as the title.</div>
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"...Take these broken wings and learn to fly<br />All your life<br />You were only waiting for this moment to arise..."<div>
~the Beatles<br /></div>
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<a href="https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/pengoopmcjnbflcjbmoeodbmoflcgjlk" style="font-size: 13px;">'via Blog this'</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-66649538649343302272013-01-26T11:27:00.001-06:002013-01-26T11:27:05.194-06:00Original DefinitionsLIBERAL: associated with ideals of individual especially economic freedom, greater individual participation in government, and constitutional, political, and administrative reforms designed to secure these objectives<br />
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CONSERVATIVE: advocating support of established institutions : progressive conservative, tending or disposed to maintain existing views, conditions, or institutions : marked by moderation or caution<br />
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PROGRESSIVE: believing in moderate political change and especially social improvement by governmental action, tending to be optimistic yet pragmatic and practical.<br />
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RADICAL: very different from the usual or traditional : extreme, favoring extreme changes in existing views, habits, conditions, or institutions : associated with political views, practices, and policies of extreme change : advocating extreme measures to retain or restore a political state of affairs <br />
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ANARCHISM: political theory holding all forms of governmental authority to be unnecessary and undesirable and advocating a society based on voluntary cooperation and free association of individuals and groups.<br />
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Okay- So, do you get how today's Democrats in Washington are actually more "conservative" than some Republicans? Can you see why i might think that the "Tea Party" is pretty radical ? Am I wrong to think of most Libertarians as anarchistic? Now, tell me again how liberalism and progressivism are bad? <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-39676025283092833212012-09-30T17:26:00.001-05:002012-09-30T22:16:44.329-05:00September 30 in YellowI should've spent the day on my front porch<br />
sunny and warm<br />
full Indian Summer<br />
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In line for the viewing at the funeral home in town<br />
a couple waiting to pay their respects discuss where the most colorful drives would be<br />
oh no, the hills would be better<br />
that canyon is full of oak, ash turn yellow, oak just turn brown<br />
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I know, but if that ash bore comes through here, we're done<br />
and here we planted all ash to avoid that elm disease<br />
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The maples aren't red yet and the elms are still green, but we've never seen such a yellow September<br />
even the stupid hackberry seems to have color, instead of just being it's typical khaki<br />
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The fields have been stripped bare,<br />
like unmade beds<br />
their quilts of corn and oats and soybeans stored in some attic or perhaps piled on the floor in the laundry room<br />
only a few tattered old afghans remain on the plain, beige mattresses<br />
those are the few acres of deep green alfalfa, fringed with fluffy tufts of some exploded weeds- like the stuffing pulled out of the mattress-<br />
I think that some of it must be pussy-willow<br />
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Obama kept us from slipping into a worse depression than the 1930's but Republicans keep blaming our economy on him. They want make Obama and Democrats look like whiners for blaming it on Bush. HELLO??? Are we whiners for blaming the tides on the moon or sunburn on spending too much time outside without sunscreen?<br />
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<li>Massive irresponsible tax cuts for the richest 2%</li>
<li>Which were not rescinded after the worst terrorist attack in history</li>
<li>Which was used as an excuse for a massive, unprovoked invasion of a country totally unresponsible for those attacks</li>
<li>Which raised the deficit and the debt even though it was paid for off the books</li>
<li>Which put Social Security, Medicare, & Medicaid in jeopardy</li>
<li>Which we ARE "entitled" to because WE pay for it through payroll deductions</li>
<li>MEANWHILE gross negligence and probably collusion in the name of ideological deregulation allowed massive speculation and misleading and unethical practices in the financial and mortgage sectors.</li>
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WHADDYA MEAN this is all Obama's fault? How can you possibly NOT recognize that it was the fault of George W Bush's policies and his administration?</div>
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Am I frustrated with Obama's not being able to bring about ALL the change and hope he inspired in the last election? A little, until I remember the deliberate, overt, and coordinated efforts at obstruction by Republicans. Senate Majority Leader McConnell and Rush Limbaugh made no secret that the primary goal of the right was to block the President and make him fail. Too bad that that effects ALL of us, the entire nation. How is it that this kind of choosing party over the "general welfare" and "more perfect union" not considered treasonous? </div>
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Worst of all is how they accuse Obama of being negative and divisive when that's been THEIR propaganda strategy since at least 1988! Every time he bent over backwards, capitulated and genuflected to try to find consensus- Speaker Boehner and the radical Congeress refused to budge, instead claiming that compromise was weak and immoral.</div>
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Even if I didn't agree with, appreciate, or appreciate what President Obama's policies, accomplishments, and objectives- I'd admire him just for putting up with them.</div>
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For some reason,<br />
I have no idea what-<br />
summer always makes me want to write<br />
<br />
I resolve to<br />
be disciplined<br />
and inspired<br />
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I tell myself that since I can't seem to sleep anyway,<br />
I might as well hole up in the kitchen<br />
drinking coffee and whiskey and writing the great American novel<br />
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while my family sleeps<br />
I might even take up cigarettes<br />
isn't that what great writers do, while they burn the midnight oil?<br />
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but whenever I sit down at the computer<br />
or with a pad and pen<br />
my mind goes as blank as the page or the screen<br />
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Okay, okay, I tell myself<br />
it doesn't have to be worthy of the Nobel prize for literature<br />
how about a profound poem?<br />
<br />
Nothing comes<br />
the juices don't flow<br />
inept, ineffectual, insecure, and most of all uninspired<br />
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Okay, okay, how about an essay or an article?<br />
or a journal entry, how about a journal entry?<br />
I've always said that I ought to keep a diary.<br />
<br />
Hmmmmm...<br />
Nope<br />
Nada, muchas mas nada<br />
<br />
Nix,<br />
nine,<br />
nought<br />
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Okay, okay don't be discouraged<br />
why not just some kind of blog post?<br />
If I'm lucky, I manage to tweet a tweet or update my facebook status<br />
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Today my wife's grandmother brought over a magical gift<br />
a 1940's Royal Quiet Portable DeLuxe typewriter<br />
A beautiful relic of a home office appliance<br />
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The keys were covered with white waxy film<br />
dust or mold, I did not know<br />
but I took to it like a restorationalist at a museum<br />
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lovingly I swabbed each key with a rag<br />
dipped in vinegar and dish soap<br />
and brought back the original hunter-green luster<br />
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There was still oil in the apparatus<br />
and ink in the ribbon<br />
we inserted a new sheet of crisp, white, blank computer-printer paper<br />
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My daughters curiously observed our activities<br />
"What IS that thing?"<br />
They honestly had no idea<br />
<br />
"Before laptops, that was how writers wrote."<br />
"What?" Really? How?"<br />
"Sit down in front of it and type something."<br />
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So my daughter, filled with enthusiasm<br />
situated herself in front of the keys, winding the paper up the the beginning<br />
and ultimately sighed, deflated and defeated<br />
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Now what?<br />
I don't know what to write.<br />
Tell me about it, I know exactly how you feel<br />
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How can anyone read the Gettysburg Address on Memorial Day and not cry?<br />
How can anyone read the Gettysburg Address and still support nullification and secession?<br />
How can anyone read the Gettysburg Address and be so angry and hateful toward the Federal govt. which is supposedly "of the people, by the people, and for the people?"<br />
How can anyone read the Gettysburg Address and want to deny rights and benefits to public workers like firemen, police officers, teachers, and bureaucrats who are" the people" in the government by/of/for the people?<br />
How can anyone read the Gettysburg Address and come away thinking that the "cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion" is merely patriotism or nationalism and not the principles of participatory democracy and equality?<br />
How can anyone read the Gettysburg Address and come away thinking that the "cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion" is merely patriotism or nationalism and not the freedom of religion, expression, association, and the right to petition for redress of grievences?
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How can anyone read the Gettysburg Address on Memorial Day and not cry?<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-18805730886951904742012-05-26T13:27:00.001-05:002012-05-26T13:27:07.071-05:00On top of a hillOn the one hand, the steeple of the old white country church rises above bean and corn fields like a lighthouse on a rock above the beating waves. <br />
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Meanwhile, occupants of the churchyard bear silent witness to the families gathered under the eaves on Sundays like chicks gathered under a hens wings.<br />
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Humble, unobtrusive, yet full and constant and massive, like the ocean surf. <br />
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Rolling prairie hills and heavy air and low clouds further play out the maritime feel. <br />
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But the song of the red winged back bird, while mournful has a hope and affection that no gull or albatross ever offer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-42018089087420695222012-02-17T08:07:00.001-06:002012-02-17T08:07:24.221-06:00Outstanding Interview<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="340" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal arial; width: 512px;"><tbody>
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I give Stewart an A+ for understanding how damaging NCLB & Race to the Top have been to education!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6CSJrJ0Cx0/SUbBPOXuJ9I/AAAAAAAAJxU/nEbtw0i0A7s/s1600-h/BlogTHUMB.jpg" /></div>Ted Malloryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01530239964862522526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811461.post-59061737790856246092012-01-27T17:34:00.000-06:002012-01-27T17:34:19.796-06:00The Power of WordsReverend Doctor Martin Luther King Junior wrote that "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere" in 1963.<br />
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Just last week Nigerian President Goodluck Ebele Azikiwe Jonathan said that "A terrorist attack on any of us is an attack on all of us."<br />
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I shared both quotes with my Civics class, but one eighth grader wrote on the board under Dr. King's words that "no one gets this." I asked if they'd like me to discuss it with them and the same student said, "no, we don't care either."<br />
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That made me thing of Jimmy Buffett's famous line, "Is it ignorance, or apathy? I don't know and I don't care."<br />
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I care, God knows I care, but God only knows how I'm supposed to teach eighth graders how to care.<br />
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So I took King's words,<br />
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Injustice ANYWHERE is a threat to Justice EVERYWHERE<br />
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and I paired them with James Madison's words-<br />
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We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.<div><br />
</div><div>[Disunity] ANYWHERE is a threat to [Unity] EVERYWHERE </div><div><br />
</div><div>[Turmoil] ANYWHERE is a threat to [Tranquility] EVERYWHERE </div><div><br />
</div><div>[Insecurity] ANYWHERE is a threat to [Security] EVERYWHERE </div><div><br />
</div><div>Or would that have sounded better with [Offense] ANYWHERE is a threat to [Defense] EVERYWHERE?</div><div><br />
</div><div>[Suffering] ANYWHERE is a threat to [the General Welfare] EVERYWHERE!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Now THERE'S one that probably makes "rugged individualists" absolutely cringe, but AREN'T I my brother's keeper?</div><div><br />
</div><div>And of course,</div><div><br />
</div><div>[Tyranny] ANYWHERE is a threat to [Liberty] EVERYWHERE </div><div><br />
</div><div>So isn't it true?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Don't you CARE?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Don't you realize? Don't you know?</div><div><br />
</div><div>That "Injustice ANYWHERE is a threat to Justice EVERYWHERE!"</div><div><br />
</div><div>Is justice really blind?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Have you ever heard, "No Justice, No Peace!"?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Did you know, what Cornell West says?</div><div><br />
</div><div>He says that “Justice is what love looks like in public.”</div><div><br />
</div><div>Merrium and Webster say that "public" means </div><div><br />
</div><div>"exposed to general view : </div><div>open, well-known, prominentc : </div><div>perceptible, material..."</div><div><br />
</div><div>and </div><div><br />
</div><div>"of, relating to, or affecting ALL the people."</div><div><br />
</div><div>Did you know?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Do you care?</div><div><br />
"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere" <br />
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Amos 5:24<br />
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