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  Big Techs Hi 5

  Mike Blake

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  Big Techs: Hi 5  (Social Media Book 2) 
  A Poem about : The 5 Biggest 'Tech' Companies in the Western World. 
  In Chrono order: Microsoft, Apple, Amazon, Facebook (Meta), Alphabet (Google). 
  A brief overview of these 5 biggest Social Media Tech companies and their emergence in chronological order. 
  As they came springing forth as the Internet developed.. 
  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09RW7WS43

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  Or And - Poems

  Jeannine Marie Pitas

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  In his famed treatise Either/Or, Christian existentialist philosopher Søren Kierkegaard suggests that our basic human condition is one of choice and freedom. But what about when we struggle to discern the right path forward, when we stumble between contradictory desires, when we want everything? Such insatiability – which the ancient Greeks called pleonexia – leads to suffering and sorrow for ourselves and others, not to mention the earth we call home. But what about when "either/or" thinking becomes too rigid in its limits? What about those moments when we see scarcity instead of the many possibilities that abound, when fear keeps us from giving and receiving our full share?
  This book of poetry is an exploration of those times when it is necessary to make either/or choices as well as other times when, even if only briefly, we are able to echo Richard Rohr in affirming, "Yes, And." It is a story of stumbling in darkness and seeking light, of succumbing to sinfulness and facing consequences, of desiring deeply and bumping up against limits. It's about addiction and recovery, justice and mercy, redemption found through friendship and community. It's about seeking ways to open doors and tear down walls. Ultimately, it is about the divine grace that occasionally manages to expand our possibilities, transforming us into vessels of boundless compassion.

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  What Breaks Us - a love letter...

  Megan Davis

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  “What Breaks Us” by Megan Davis is a cathartic collection of poetry that channels pain and angst into strength for healing and self-discovery. This poetry collection is a candid reflection on heartache, loss, and the difficult work of self-examination to uncover unhealed wounds. With topics ranging from love to spirituality, grief to psychology, Davis’s poetry is an outpouring of emotion that balances the deeply personal with the universality of the human experience. 
    
  Davis initially began writing poetry in lieu of journaling, using creative writing as a way to process tumultuous feelings of attraction, loneliness, struggles with mental health, her relationship with spirituality, and the suffering faced by people around the world. She wrote the poems without intending to share them with an audience, and the palpable honesty in each piece of work reflects that intimacy, as well as the author’s approach to poetry as personal catharsis. 
    
  As the sections of the collection progress, readers move through phases of the author’s life alongside her, from heartbreak and anger to battles with addiction, through to growing self-acceptance, connection with others, and ultimately, a sense of empowerment built on perseverance and a willingness to engage with pain as a source of strength. 
    
  Beautifully written and poignantly capturing the internal battles faced by many, Davis’s poems are a touching portrait of the things that hurt us – and the ways these damaging experiences can be alchemized into sources of hope and growth.

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  The Lightest Element

  Stella Feehily

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  'Nothing compares with being the first person in the history of the world to see something, but timing is everything. The world has to be ready for you.'
  Boston, 1956. Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin, one of the most eminent astronomers of the twentieth century, is about to be appointed Chair of Astronomy and the first woman to head a department at Harvard University. Only two things stand in her way: a covert investigation aimed at exposing her as a Communist sympathiser, and the entrenched conservatism of her male colleagues.
  When a student journalist asks to profile her, it feels like an opportunity to control her own narrative – assuming, of course, that the invitation is actually what it seems…
  Stella Feehily's play The Lightest Element is a taut drama exploring how a challenge to social norms can be almost as difficult as overturning scientific orthodoxy. It premiered at Hampstead Theatre, London, in 2024, directed by Alice Hamilton.

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  The Coming of the Ship - The...

  Khalil Gibran

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  Gibran Khalil Gibran was born on 6th January 1883 in the village of Bsharri, Beirut Vilayet, then part of the Ottoman Empire 
  His mother took him and his siblings to the United States in 1895 where he was enrolled into a Boston school and his creative talents soon noted.  He was sent home to be schooled at the Collège de la Sagesse in Beirut but returned to Boston following the death of his youngest sister in 1902.  Within a year his mother had also died. 
  In 1904, Gibran's drawings were displayed for the first time and, a year later, his first book, in Arabic, was published in New York City.  With financial help from a benefactress he studied art in Paris from 1908 and here his path crossed with dissident Syrian exiles.  Over the years he would meet many more like-minded exiles who were exploring ways to overthrow the yoke of the Ottoman Empire.   
  By 1911 he had settled in New York working on his drawings and paintings which were now being regularly exhibited. His writing was also attracting much attention and gaining an audience.   
  His first book in English, ‘The Madman’ became an international phenomenon.  Whilst his writing has overshadowed his visual works there is no doubt that a copy of ‘The Mad Man’ is never far from any bookshelf.  This and other works have ensured his stature as an artist is world-wide and that it continues into these more modern times.  Gibran was regarded as a literary rebel and a leading figure of the Arabic literary Renaissance and made influential contributions to Western poetry, stories and thought. 
  Khalil Gibran died on 10th April 1931 in New York City from cirrhosis and incipient tuberculosis in one lung.  He was 48.

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  Sukun - New and Selected Poems

  Kazim Ali

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  Kazim Ali is a poet, novelist, and essayist whose work explores themes of identity, migration, and the intersections of cultural and spiritual traditions. His poetry is known for its lyrical and expressive language, as well as its exploration of themes such as love, loss, and the search for meaning in a rapidly changing world. "Sukun" means serenity or calm, and a sukun is also a form of punctuation in Arabic orthography that denotes a pause over a consonant. This Sukun draws a generous selection from Kazim's six previous full-length collections, and includes 35 new poems. It allows us to trace Ali's passions and concerns, and take the measure of his art: the close attention to the spiritual and the visceral, and the deep language play that is both musical and plain spoken.[sample poem]The Fifth PlanetCome, early summer in the mountains, and come, strawberry moon,and carry me softly in the silver canoe on wires to the summit, where in that way of late night useless talk, the bright dark asks me, "What is the thing you are most afraid of?" and I already know which lie I will tell.There were six of us huddled there in the cold, leaning on the rockslingering in the dark where I do not like to linger, looking up at thesharp round pinnacle of light discussing what shapes we saw—rabbit,man, goddess—but that brightness for me was haunted by no thing,no shadow at all in the lumens.What am I, what am I, I kept throwing out to the hustling silence.No light comes from the moon, he's just got good positioning and I suppose that's the answer, that's what I'm most afraid of,that I'm a mirror, that I have no light of my own, that I hang in empty spacein faithful orbit around a god or fatherneither of Whom will ever see me whole. I keep squinting to try to see Jupiterwhich the newspaper said would be found near the moon but it's nowhere, they must have lied. Or like god, there is too muchreflection, headsplitting and profane, scraping up every shadow,too much light for anyone to see.

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