What a sad, sad day. She was such an amazing human being, and gave us so much.
Hey 1-3, I doubt you could scrape together enough life experience to publish a paragraph. It obviously just boils your bacon to be reminded that you've lived such a wasted life. When it's your turn to rot in the ground there won't be anything left of you at all. Not even these comments, since you never sign them. Nothing at all.
Back in '93, I listened to Clinton's inauguration on the radio while I was at work. I will never forget what a thrill it was to hear Maya Angelou read her awesome poem ... I don't know if it was the poem itself or the sound of her voice as she read it, but it was momentous.
(Then Clinton's inaugural speech sucked so bad...oh, well.)
I had to defend I Know Why the Cage Bird Sings to the school board in ninth grade because a parent complained about the book. The teacher who taught it left that year so it became a moot point, but I'd like to think they would have let her keep teaching the book based on her students stellar oratory skills.
"Living in a state of terror was new to many white people in America, but black people have been living in a state of terror in this country for more than 400 years."
But I especially liked Guardian writer Gary Younge's 2009 take on her many accomplishments and experiences:
To know her life story is to simultaneously wonder what on earth you have been doing with your own life and feel glad that you didn't have to go through half the things she has.
I saw her in person once many years ago. She was a guest performer with the Seattle Men's Chorus. I have never in my life, before or since, been so effected by someone reading poetry. I don't even like most poetry. She was amazing. Her words. Her voice. Her passion. Her life. For me, she transcended mere poetry. One of the few people I found truly inspirational.
Nobody can live forever, of course, but I'm deeply saddened by her passing.
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Hey 1-3, I doubt you could scrape together enough life experience to publish a paragraph. It obviously just boils your bacon to be reminded that you've lived such a wasted life. When it's your turn to rot in the ground there won't be anything left of you at all. Not even these comments, since you never sign them. Nothing at all.
Good.
(Then Clinton's inaugural speech sucked so bad...oh, well.)
RIP Maya Angelou, you were great.
I saw her in person once many years ago. She was a guest performer with the Seattle Men's Chorus. I have never in my life, before or since, been so effected by someone reading poetry. I don't even like most poetry. She was amazing. Her words. Her voice. Her passion. Her life. For me, she transcended mere poetry. One of the few people I found truly inspirational.
Nobody can live forever, of course, but I'm deeply saddened by her passing.
OMFG I just spit beer all over the computer!