This film short is entirely created by paper cuttings! Unbelievable! You can find out more about artist Angie Pickman and her creations on her website and blog, Rural Pearl!
Congratulations to January and February's Artist of the Month Leah Hoffmann! You can check out Leah's artwork in person on the Artist of the Month bulletin board in the library, on our school TV's and of course, right here on our website!
*Due to vacation and SO many snowday's Leah is representing the Artist of the Month until the end of February, lucky us!
Congratulations to Nora Doyle for winning this years Poetry Out Loud competition with her amazing readings of "Sestina: Like With a nod to Jonah Winter" and "It was not Death, for I stood up". Please congratulate her and wish her luck as she moves on to the regional semi-finals competition in March!
BY A. E. STALLINGS
With a nod to Jonah Winter
Now we’re all “friends,” there is no love but Like,
A semi-demi goddess, something like
A reality-TV star look-alike,
Named Simile or Me Two. So we like
In order to be liked. It isn't like
There’s Love or Hate now. Even plain “dislike”
Is frowned on: there’s no button for it. Like
Is something you can quantify: each “like”
You gather’s almost something money-like,
Token of virtual support. “Please like
This page to stamp out hunger.” And you’d like
To end hunger and climate change alike,
But it’s unlikely Like does diddly. Like
Just twiddles its unimposing thumbs-ups, like-
Wise props up scarecrow silences. “I’m like,
So OVER him,” I overhear. “But, like,
He doesn't get it. Like, you know? He’s like
It’s all OK. Like I don’t even LIKE
Him anymore. Whatever. I’m all like ... ”
Take “like” out of our chat, we’d all alike
Flounder, agape, gesticulating like
A foreign film sans subtitles, fall like
Dumb phones to mooted desuetude. Unlike
With other crutches, um, when we use “like,”
We’re not just buying time on credit: Like
Displaces other words; crowds, cuckoo-like,
Endangered hatchlings from the nest. (Click “like”
If you’re against extinction!) Like is like
Invasive zebra mussels, or it’s like
Those nutria-things, or kudzu, or belike
Redundant fast food franchises, each like
(More like) the next. Those poets who dislike
Inversions, archaisms, who just like
Plain English as she’s spoke — why isn’t “like”
Their (literally) every other word? I’d like
Us just to admit that’s what real speech is like.
But as you like, my friend. Yes, we’re alike,
How we pronounce, say, lichen, and dislike
Cancer and war. So like this page. Click Like.
It was not death, for I stood up
BY EMILY DICKINSON
It was not death, for I stood up,
And all the dead lie down;
It was not night, for all the bells
Put out their tongues, for noon.It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt siroccos crawl,
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.
And yet it tasted like them all;
The figures I have seen
Set orderly, for burial,
Reminded me of mine,
As if my life were shaven
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key;
And I was like midnight, some,
When everything that ticked has stopped,
And space stares, all around,
Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,
Repeal the beating ground.
But most like chaos,--stopless, cool,
Without a chance or spar,--
Or even a report of land
To justify despair.
Former PRHS graduate and Thornton native Christopher M. Georgia is an extraordinary Astro/Landscape and time laspe photographer (mind blowing)! Check out his amazing website and take the time to watch his stunning time lapse video, Light of the Night. It will inspire you to explore the beauty that occurs after the sun goes down. PRHS represent!!!
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