Knocking The Infinite house

Knocking The Infinite house,
While expectancy wall beginning falls over,
Faith wink that gets myopia,
In leaden nighted hush,
Desert, knocked over by anxiety.

Knocking The Infinite house,
Faithful, waiting answer..
Its time is upcoming,
Why you falter?
My heart is murmuring, is not is The Infinite just a only invocation?

Knocking The Infinite house,
What Extant expectancy?
Congested, rather it was beginning capacious..
In my somnolent soul says,
God never forget to hear.

Knocking The Infinite house,
Door everlastingly being opened..

Example Of Java Philosophy

Now, Javanese culture, particularly Javanese Philosophy, nearly gets lost of society life. Our free life have ignored that Java philosophy. Eventually, in that philosophy contain glorious teachings that really good for society life.

Javanese philosophy basically gets universal character. So, Javanese philosophy is not just be destined for Java society, but also for any individual that wants to study it.

Severally Javanese philosophy for example:

Memayu hayuning bawana (protect for whole world life)

Sukeng tyas yen den hita (want to accept advice, criticism and rebuke)

Jer basuki mawa beya (someone success is gotten with sacrifice)

Ajining dhiri dumunung ing kedhaling lathi (point self of someone lays in utterance of tongue)

Ajining sarira dumunung ing busana (point warms up someone lay in dress)

Amemangun karyenak tyasing sesama (make delicate other people feel)

Kridhaning ati ora bisa mbedhah kuthaning pasthi (Soul distortion can't revamp certainty)

Budi dayane manungsa ora bisa ngungkuli garise Kang kuwasa (human power can't settle Lord destiny)

Sura dira jayaningrat lebur dening pangastuti (resentment and dislike will be erased and gets lost by bland attitude)

Tan ngendhak gunaning janma (don't scorn man cleverness)

Big nation is not just nation that modern, but nation who can live modern without leave teaching and cultures glorious point.

Young Men

Let to ask

On the level, let again we ask

With what we will rebuild consciousness

Already don't recollect, and even was unrecognized

Effect of big oversight that arranged by dainty a few person

For pride and for …

Once more strictly for …

With what and where awareness of we find

Already been buried, most devours by blood by wound

We, epoch, earth, water and Indonesia air

Flop in, in really

Until can't be remembered, until can't be known

Washing head, veering history

If needs, ask by piece

On every head, on soul

To is have once issued blood

One that wound and wilt

And is now is at earth basic,

Stay bone, stay …

Just leaves void

Don’t know, now they where

What do have once you expect

How is blood mean, tear and sweat that has once been douched

To one word, Indonesia

Cardiac beat, breathing swoosh, soul and resentment wail

They that have once been cluttered and are forgotten

By you the rider and history loser

Will remain nuzzle input in sleeping, in remembering

As dream which frighten

One that coming without invited

And at call can switch off

This nation big nation

Let humanitarianisms idealistically beginning from here

This nation abundant nation

All life can live here

At aboveground, above the waters and up the stairs air

With candidness with wisdom

Dowse life

Let, I, you and another one, let us say

While extant one we can say

Price life, love humanitarianism

For soul and of soul that bargains for

See, crawl, clefting nighted desert

Unlocking leaden dumbness

With candidness, with wisdom

With them that buried

They that most clutter

They who pine and they which are forgotten

Build, embrace to find

Time thread culturists already flying get lost

Jointly this is still please

Back history consciousness that has once been slept

Independent at aboveground, independent above the waters and independent upon air

Get goal for civilization to outgrow and glorious

Since there position of struggle righteousness for populist humanitarianism
JUVENILE!!!

The Use of Force

The Use of Force
William Carlos Williams

They were new patients to me, all I had was the name, Olson. Please come down as soon as you can, my daughter is very sick.

When I arrived I was met by the mother, a big startled looking woman, very clean and apologetic who merely said, Is this the doctor? and let me in. In the back, she added. You must excuse us, doctor, we have her in the kitchen where it is warm. It is very damp here sometimes.

The child was fully dressed and sitting on her father's lap near the kitchen table. He tried to get up, but I motioned for him not to bother, took off my overcoat and started to look things over. I could see that they were all very nervous, eyeing me up and down distrustfully. As often, in such cases, they weren't telling me more than they had to, it was up to me to tell them; that's why they were spending three dollars on me.

The child was fairly eating me up with her cold, steady eyes, and no expression to her face whatever. She did not move and seemed, inwardly, quiet; an unusually attractive little thing, and as strong as a heifer in appearance. But her face was flushed, she was breathing rapidly, and I realized that she had a high fever. She had magnificent blonde hair, in profusion. One of those picture children often reproduced in advertising leaflets and the photogravure sections of the Sunday papers.

She's had a fever for three days, began the father and we don't know what it comes from. My wife has given her things, you know, like people do, but it don't do no good. And there's been a lot of sickness around. So we tho't you'd better look her over and tell us what is the matter.

As doctors often do I took a trial shot at it as a point of departure. Has she had a sore throat?

Both parents answered me together, No . . . No, she says her throat don't hurt her.

Does your throat hurt you? added the mother to the child. But the little girl's expression didn't change nor did she move her eyes from my face.

Have you looked?

I tried to, said the mother, but I couldn't see.

As it happens we had been having a number of cases of diphtheria in the school to which this child went during that month and we were all, quite apparently, thinking of that, though no one had as yet spoken of the thing.

Well, I said, suppose we take a look at the throat first. I smiled in my best professional manner and asking for the child's first name I said, come on, Mathilda, open your mouth and let's take a look at your throat.

Nothing doing.

Aw, come on, I coaxed, just open your mouth wide and let me take a look. Look, I said opening both hands wide, I haven't anything in my hands. Just open up and let me see.

Such a nice man, put in the mother. Look how kind he is to you. Come on, do what he tells you to. He won't hurt you.

At that I ground my teeth in disgust. If only they wouldn't use the word "hurt" I might be able to get somewhere. But I did not allow myself to be hurried or disturbed but speaking quietly and slowly I approached the child again.

As I moved my chair a little nearer suddenly with one catlike movement both her hands clawed instinctively for my eyes and she almost reached them too. In fact she knocked my glasses flying and they fell, though unbroken, several feet away from me on the kitchen floor.

Both the mother and father almost turned themselves inside out in embarrassment and apology. You bad girl, said the mother, taking her and shaking her by one arm. Look what you've done. The nice man . . .

For heaven's sake, I broke in. Don't call me a nice man to her. I'm here to look at her throat on the chance that she might have diphtheria and possibly die of it. But that's nothing to her. Look here, I said to the child, we're going to look at your throat. You're old enough to understand what I'm saying. Will you open it now by yourself or shall we have to open it for you)

Not a move. Even her expression hadn't changed. Her breaths however were coming faster and faster. Then the battle began. I had to do it. I had to have a throat culture for her own protection. But first I told the parents that it was entirely up to them. I explained the danger but said that I would not insist on a throat examination so long as they would take the responsibility.

If you don't do what the doctor says you'll have to go to the hospital, the mother admonished her severely.

Oh yeah? I had to smile to myself. After all, I had already fallen in love with the savage brat, the parents were contemptible to me. In the ensuing struggle they grew more and more abject, crushed, exhausted while she surely rose to magnificent heights of insane fury of effort bred of her terror of me.

The father tried his best, and he was a big man but the fact that she was his daughter, his shame at her behavior and his dread of hurting her made him release her just at the critical times when I had almost achieved success, till I wanted to kill him. But his dread also that she might have diphtheria made him tell me to go on, go on though he himself was almost fainting, while the mother moved back and forth behind us raising and lowering her hands in an agony of apprehension.

Put her in front of you on your lap, I ordered, and hold both her wrists.

But as soon as he did the child let out a scream. Don't, you're hurting me. Let go of my hands. Let them go I tell you. Then she shrieked terrifyingly, hysterically. Stop it! Stop it! You're killing me!

Do you think she can stand it, doctor! said the mother.

You get out, said the husband to his wife. Do you want her to die of diphtheria?

Come on now, hold her, I said.

Then I grasped the child's head with my left hand and tried to get the wooden tongue depressor between her teeth. She fought, with clenched teeth, desperately! But now I also had grown furious--at a child. I tried to hold myself down but I couldn't. I know how to expose a throat for inspection. And I did my best. When finally I got the wooden spatula behind the last teeth and just the point of it into the mouth cavity, she opened up for an instant but before I could see anything she came down again and gripping the wooden blade between her molars she reduced it to splinters before I could get it out again.

Aren't you ashamed, the mother yelled at her. Aren't you ashamed to act like that in front of the doctor?

Get me a smooth-handled spoon of some sort, I told the mother. We're going through with this. The child's mouth was already bleeding. Her tongue was cut and she was screaming in wild hysterical shrieks. Perhaps I should have desisted and come back in an hour or more. No doubt it would have been better. But I have seen at least two children lying dead in bed of neglect in such cases, and feeling that I must get a diagnosis now or never I went at it again. But the worst of it was that I too had got beyond reason. I could have torn the child apart in my own fury and enjoyed it. It was a pleasure to attack her. My face was burning with it.

The damned little brat must be protected against her own idiocy, one says to one's self at such times. Others must be protected against her. It is a social necessity. And all these things are true. But a blind fury, a feeling of adult shame, bred of a longing for muscular release are the operatives. One goes on to the end.

In a final unreasoning assault I overpowered the child's neck and jaws. I forced the heavy silver spoon back of her teeth and down her throat till she gagged. And there it was--both tonsils covered with membrane. She had fought valiantly to keep me from knowing her secret. She had been hiding that sore throat for three days at least and lying to her parents in order to escape just such an outcome as this.

Now truly she was furious. She had been on the defensive before but now she attacked. Tried to get off her father's lap and fly at me while tears of defeat blinded her eyes.
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Dry September

After reading the story Dry September we know about all of the characters. There were many characters in this story. The first are the barbers, (the first barber, the second barber and the third barbers who have some play to spread out the vague news about Ms. Minnie Cooper and a Negro. The second is Will Mayes (a man of middle age, thin, sand colored and mild face). The third is Butch (a youth man that with his braveness attacked the barbers). The fourth is Jack (a youth that encourage his friend, Butch). Butch and Jack are the clients of barber’s shop. The other character is Mc Lendon. He is a ladder of troops in French who always could make his dream come true by doing everything he want and do not care with the other (egoist). He was arrogant soldier, snobbery, cruel and temperament. The others are the soldiers. They are cruel as pleaders of Mc. Lendon. The other one is Mrs. Minnie Cooper or Mc. Lendon’s wife. She is haggard, patient, kind, tender, and vivacity in her life.

The story of Dry September is actually interesting to read, because the story tells us about the differences of two races, white men and black men or Negro (who commonly called niggerlover) that always discriminated each others. From this, we can take advantages that in this life must be no differences in everything, because we have the same degree as human in front of God. We just need a corporation in surviving this life and keeping in help to each other.

The big break event is begun from a small problem. It is just their self-defense, moreover about their differences of skin color. Mc. Lendon had been offended by barber’s saying which told that just little white man who live in those places (country). This way is also caused by one case of white woman’s ripping that was done by a black man on St. Jefferson.

Sometimes this story plot of story tends to bewilder the reader because the plot is difficult to follow. We need comprehend understanding in reading this story. For the word it is no much difficulty. This story have nice ending because it has clear explanation, and the reader could gives themselves about the place or the person because each of objects have been descript.
The story itself happened in the barber’s shop, St. Jefferson, and in Mc. Lendon’s house. The barber’s shop is crowded by many people, so is the street, while Mc. Lendon’s house is made so quiet. The kidnapping event is done around the barber shop.

Game: “Special Force 2” Made by Hizbullah

Glad news for game lover. One expert of game maker from Hizbullah (Islamic military organization one gets station at Lebanon) make one game 3D one figure wars among Hisbullah's fighter with Israel soldier.
Game that gets title "Special Force 2" this, taking setting their war one year last. In that martial, Hizbullah's fighter declares for that they successfuling to kill 158 Israel soldiers, meanwhile on one's side Lebanon 1.200 deads which largely islandic civil.

This is constitute Hizbullah's resistance and struggle in style that innovative and smart. "This game represent resistance culture in the future for our the rising generation, that colonization shall be defied and state has to be protected”, such revealed by Hizbullah's official. Player also have chance to catch Israel soldier, attacking Israels martial vehicle those are on South Lebanon and shoots off rudal towards Israel cities.

This game is designed to give a lesson on the rising generation about combat trick against enemy. Are not just in term utilize weapon only, but, preparation, stock, strategy, concentration and tactics also indispensable to win this game.
This game is sold at the price USS 10 in Lebanon and will at production by volunteers. Hizbullah estimates available tall requisition to this game, from Lebanon and also of abroad.

Indonesian Hell

An Indonesian citizen passes away and make towards hell. over there, he sees available many hells that variably for each one state.

First, he gets to come over to German hells, and asks: "Hey...! what do you do in here?"

German answer: "firstly, we are seated up the stairs electric chair up to one hour, then we are fallen down up the stairs spike cot up to one hour again. then Germanic Devil appearance and canes us up to day rest"

Since heard inconvenience, therefore that Indonesian people visit goes to other place.

Then he sees how situation at united states of America hell, and asks: "What do you do in here?”

They answer: "firstly, we are seated up the stairs electric chair up to one hour, then we are fallen down up the stairs spike cot up to one hour again. Then american devil appearance and canes us up to day rest"

Since gets same answer, then he goes to japan hell, russian hell and another hells. but, he gets answer that equals German and American hell.

Finally, he gets in at her hell, Indonesian hell. Over there he see very long queue. They wait go for entering.

With surprise face, he asks: "What do be done in here?"

"Firstly, we are seated up the stairs electric chair up to one hour, then we are fallen down up the stairs spike cot up to one hour again. Then Indonesian devil appearance and canes us up to day rest"

"But it equals that happening other hells! Why here happens length queue?”

"Herein miserably preserve, electric chair doesn't blaze, there is that bone all spike of spike cot, and its devil is former public servant, so, he just coming, absent signature, then goes to canteen, then goes home after their belly be full".