“A Love Letter To My Best Friend”
Andrew WarnerThis video is a beautiful letter to a friend about mental illness.
Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,There’s always Pooh and Me.Whatever I do, he wants to do,”Where are you going today?” says Pooh:”Well, that’s very odd ‘cos I was too.Let’s go together,” says Pooh, says he.”Let’s go together,” says Pooh.
“What’s twice eleven?” I said to Pooh.(“Twice what?” said Pooh to Me.)”I think it ought to be twenty-two.””Just what I think myself,” said Pooh.”It wasn’t an easy sum to do,But that’s what it is,” said Pooh, said he.”That’s what it is,” said Pooh.
“Let’s look for dragons,” I said to Pooh.”Yes, let’s,” said Pooh to Me.We crossed the river and found a few-“Yes, those are dragons all right,” said Pooh.”As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.That’s what they are,” said Pooh, said he.”That’s what they are,” said Pooh.
“Let’s frighten the dragons,” I said to Pooh.”That’s right,” said Pooh to Me.”I’m not afraid,” I said to Pooh,And I held his paw and I shouted “Shoo!Silly old dragons!”- and off they flew.
“I wasn’t afraid,” said Pooh, said he,”I’m never afraid with you.”
So wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,There’s always Pooh and Me.”What would I do?” I said to Pooh,”If it wasn’t for you,” and Pooh said: “True,It isn’t much fun for One, but Two,Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. “That’s how it is,” says Pooh.
TUG O’ WAR
“I will not play at tug o’ war.
I’d rather play at hug o’ war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins”
A POISON TREE
“I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fearsNight & morning with my tears;And I sunned it with smiles,And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,Till it bore an apple bright.And my foe beheld it shine,And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole,When the night had veiled the pole;In the morning glad I seeMy foe outstretched beneath the tree.”
Can I Touch Your Hair?
Irene Latham and Charles Waters
Irene Latham, who is white, and Charles Waters, who is black, use this fictional setup to delve into different experiences of race in a relatable way, exploring such topics as hair, hobbies, and family dinners. Accompanied by artwork from acclaimed illustrators Sean Qualls and Selina Alko
“There’s one sad truth in life I’ve foundWhile journeying east and west –The only folks we really woundAre those we love the best.We flatter those we scarcely know,We please the fleeting guest,And deal full many a thoughtless blowTo those who love us best.”
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox
“The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, peculiar to myself and to a few other solitary men, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence. When we examine the moments, acts, and statements of all kinds of people — not only the grief and ecstasy of the greatest poets, but also the huge unhappiness of the average soul…we find, I think, that they are all suffering from the same thing. The final cause of their complaint is loneliness.”
— Thomas Wolfe, God’s Lonely Man
“The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers & cities; but to know someone who thinks & feels with us, & who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.”
As it fell upon a day
The Passionate Pilgrim —William Shakespeare
As it fell upon a day,
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made,
Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
Trees did grow, and plants did spring;
Every thing did banish moan,
Save the nightingale alone.
She (poor bird) as all forlorn,
Leaned her breast up-till a thorn,
And there sung the dolefull’st ditty,
That to hear it was great pity.
“Fie, fie, fie,” now would she cry;
“Tereu, tereu,” by and by;
That to hear her so complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain,
For her griefs so lively shown,
Made me think upon mine own.
Ah (thought I) thou mourn’st in vain,
None takes pity on thy pain:
Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee;
Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee.
King Pandion, he is dead,
All thy friends are lapped in lead.
All thy fellow birds do sing,
Careless of thy sorrowing.
Whilst as fickle Fortune smiled,
Thou and I were both beguiled.
Every one that flatters thee
Is no friend in misery.
Words are easy, like the wind;
Faithful friends are hard to find.
Every man will be thy friend
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend;
But if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want.
If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call,
And with suchlike flattering,
“Pity but he were a king.”
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice.
If to women he be bent,
They have at commandment;
But if Fortune once do frown,
Then farewell his great renown:
They that fawned on him before
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need;
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep;
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Merrily We Roll Along
Furth and Sondheim retained the basic structure and overall theme of the play but updated it to encompass the period from 1957 to 1976. The story revolves around Franklin Shepard who, having once been a talented composer of Broadway musicals, has now abandoned his friends and his songwriting career to become a producer of Hollywood movies. Like the play, the musical begins at the height of his Hollywood fame and moves backward in time, showing snapshots of the most important moments in Frank’s life that shaped the man that he is today. The musical utilizes a chorus that sings reprises of the title song to transition the scenes. [via: wikipedia]