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What is art?

The concept of art is a very strange one, because it only seems to be considered art when someone interprets it as art. An example of this can be seen with the modern art performances of today's age. I once saw a performance online where it was just a stack of buckets with sand filled in them and they were toppled over. That was it. Applause was followed after it and an interpretation of the work was given by its creator. But this cannot be art. There is no soul, no passion, not even effort put into this work. So here is my verdict: Art is a piece of human creation, where the artist infused their heart and soul into creating it. This gets rid of the AI art argument, meaning art created by AI is not art but AI itself is a form of art. A movie created by Studio Ghibli is a first-class form of art because of the passion and human touch put into it, but the AI version of it isn't art. Speaking of humans, we humans are also pieces of art! Their love, passion, and dedication in raisi...
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Dear Poet

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 Dear Ocean Vuong, I must admit, I found your poem, "to my father/to my future son", simply due to a poetry project my AP Literature teacher forced us to do. The task was to heavily analyze and deconstruct a chosen poem then write an essay and present our findings in class.  At first glance, the poem felt impossible to deconstruct. So many different elements that we couldn't connect and we didn't know who the poem was addressing half the time. But our group slowly figured it out and realized how it was all connected. The fire, burning, and ashes showing the everlasting effect of trauma on one's self and how the book represented the yearn to impart the knowledge onto future generations to help them not make the same mistakes as us. I felt the sadness and the desperation in the poem and really resonated with how past trauma is not dealt with and passed on to future generations, especially in East Asian and South Asian families like ours.  After reading this poem, I ...
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Broken Poem

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Regret  The deep eyes that become a gateway showing her,  Pure soul, Gentle smile that provided respite from your worries; her, Laughter around that squealed around you in delight not afraid to show her true self, That beautiful curly hair she rushes to straighten and her personality that, Cures you- yet you remain silent, you never talked to her- never confessed to her but she will, not to you because you were too "shy" too "scared" of rejection, and waiting for a better time but remember this- the grave,  is filled with people thinking they had one more day so just, do it because tomorrow is not promised and the pain of regret, is worse than the pain of rejection, Walking through the thorns will be worth it when it will lead you to a garden of roses BREAK the deep eyes become a gateway— showing her, pure soul, Gentle smile a moment of rest, a breath, her— Laughter that squeals around you, a sound unafraid to be whole, (to be seen) That beautiful, curly hair she ru...
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Higher Consciousness

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 A plane of thinking where we temporarily let go of our selfish mindset and stop thinking about ourself for some time. It's a time when we focus on the world around us: the benevolence and the malice, the joys and sorrows, and the benign and harmful natures of our world. I too have entered a brief state of higher consciousness where I've experienced this. It happens to me when my body is in a tired cozy state if you get what I mean. It happens when I come back from a muay thai/jiu-jutsu session coupled with a nice chill shower. And after I start the Isha salah, the last prayer of the day, that's when I enter that state. The relaxation with me focused on the prayer rather than myself, gets my mind off of my life and onto the world. Life wouldn't seem as bad when the cool wind gently tickled my face and I would think "at least I'm not homeless and can enjoy this wind". I would feel a mix of gratitude and sadness when I thought of the oppression the people of...
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POV: Mrs.Liamini reading the 100th mid blog post

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Point of view is so unique. Have you ever thought of that? A story can seem so different from the perspective of others or from the way it is told. In The Stranger, the story is told from the first-person subjective perspective of the main character, Meursault, who seems like a very nonchalant, chill guy. From the way he describes his experiences, it seems like he isn't affected at all by his mother's death. However, I personally think he is dull at the moment because he could still be in shock from his mother's death and he still hasn't fully processed it and his thoughts are all over the place. But this thought cannot evolve from just a speculation because the only information we have is what Meursault decides to give us and a lot of crucial information from the actual situation could be missing. This reminds me a lot of when my sisters have their daily squabbles that sometimes escalate into shouting and physical altercations. My mother would confront them and, with t...
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Laughter

Laughter is one of those things that’s universal but also deeply personal- it happens without warning, but it always has a purpose. For me, laughter often comes from the unexpected, like when something serious suddenly becomes absurd. In The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde, I couldn’t help but laugh at how every character takes the ridiculous so seriously, showing us how silly  we can be. Wilde doesn’t just tell jokes; he uses humor to show us the truth about human nature. Especially with all those sexual innuendoes thrown in there, the interactions between the characters feel like natural conversations. These stories use humor to challenge us, and that’s what makes them so powerful. But it’s not just big things that make me laugh. Sometimes it’s the smallest things, like a wacky "would you rather" from my friend, a cat making some weird noises and doing something crazy, or even Thaneshwar saying something random like, "Bruh stop bruh" in fifth hour. I ...
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Time

 What is time? Some people argue that it's another dimension but for me it's different. Time is another creation of God. It molds our memories, guides our actions, and confronts us with the inevitable passage of our days, yet it always eludes us slipping through our fingers like sand. Time is what allows us to reflect on our past mistakes and makes us hopeful and more prepared for the future. It is what has allowed galaxies to form and life on this planet to evolve and thrive. Every precious second that elapses cannot be bought back and leads us closer to our death. Time is what gives us purpose in our lives to achieve our goals because it's the reason we know our time on Earth is limited. It's what shows us how we have developed and grew and how well we spent our lives. In stories, time plays a similar role. A story’s structure can be displayed through a timeline, guiding us from a character’s beginning through their struggles and growth toward a resolution. Time allo...
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