Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in The Grove

Culture is the habit of being pleased with the best and knowing why.
~Henry Van Dyke

Every work of art is the child of its age and, in many cases, the mother of our emotions. It follows that each period of culture produces an art of its own which can never be repeated.
~Wassily Kandinsky

Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.
~Albert Camus

EndQuote:
I don’t think culture is something you can describe.
~Bill Gates

 

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Prewritten Exercise for 11.14:  wry, break

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Posted from the Grove

All Colors of the Rainbow: A Color Thesaurus (name w/ color swatch)
http://mentalfloss.com/article/75713/name-every-shade-rainbow-color-thesaurus

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The Law of Raspberry Jam: the wider any culture is spread, the thinner it gets.
~Alvin Toffler

 

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Monkey Saves Dying Friend, India  (1:05)
https://www.theguardian.com/world/video/2014/dec/22/monkey-saves-dying-friend-train-station-india-video

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It is not part of a true culture to tame tigers, any more than it is to make sheep ferocious.
~Henry David Thoreau

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Law is downstream from culture. By the time you make a law about something, you’re reacting, not acting. I’d rather shape the culture.
~Rick Warren

 

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©2019 Eric Groetzinger

 

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@Writers Platform

You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.
~Ray Bradbury

The moment you give up your principles, and your values, you are dead, your culture is dead, your civilization is dead. Period.
~Oriana Fallaci

Always, some great culture is dying to enrich the soil of new harvests, some civilization is crumbling to rubbish to be the hill of a more beautiful city, some race is spending itself that a lower and more barbarous world may inherit its stored treasure house.
~George Edward Woodberry

 

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Prewritten Theme:  culture

~BarTalk:
Morning Minstrels, Boyaca

Midnight music prior
5 AM firecrackers
Sky rockets announce
Traveling minstrels
One drum rat-a-tat-tat
Unsnared rhythm
Unrhymed
Two guitars
One trumpet
A saxophone
Serenade balconies
Windows fly open
Then doors
Neighbors pour out
A gusher in pajamas
A particolored conga line
Winding cobblestone lanes
Vibrant neighborhoods
Flamboyant
Plaza spread with open arms
Welcomes drinking dancers singing
Bottles of aguardiente
Fiery water and tequila
Spill and pour freely
Rounds of permission
To sing words everyone knows
To every song
Yet one sings alone
Lips echo in silence
Drunk with nostalgia
Eyes to the sunrise
It’s Sunday morning

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Pueblito

Emerald tree-lines edge cerulean skylines
Where raucous roosters presage the dawn
Walls vibrate lemon yellow
Pink painted lizards plastered on
Vivid sheets with sleep o’er spread
Rainbow dreams pillowed under head
Music wrought of roots ‘n blues
Billow songs wrung of human hues
Skins born of the same dark night
Bindings forged against the fading light
Black and white need red wants brown
These the color of Colomb’an town

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United Stated

One nation
Same declaration
Under one constitution
Inclusive

Rich culture
Shared future
One union to nurture
Exclusive

 

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I’m a culture vulture, and I just want to experience it all.
~Debbie Harry

 

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