Community star Ken Jeong celebrates the 14th anniversary of the show’s most iconic episode, posting a clip of the episode online while calling it a highlight for his career. Jeong portrayed Ben Chang, who starts as a Spanish teacher at Greendale Community College trying to fit in with the rest of the characters. His role…
Screenplay by David Scarpa and Graham Yost, story by David Scarpa Continue reading on Go Into The Story » Go to Source Author: Scott Myers
from “Happy New Year” Freud ate kosher, yes and loved the soaring Shema of Jewish unseen god you and I two Jews with two heads for “them” to lop I hate being sliced Decapitation conturbat [?] me I’d rather be shot in face, friend Pearl’s father goes round with Islamic scholars to make peace! that’s…
Picking up tears from cobbled streets and hutments, the road winds to a “slum” crows pecking at garbage is there blood anywhere? children gather leftovers food, bottles, beer cans children of the street school is no happening and we teachers, we learn. The post Learning | Ananya S. Guha appeared first on Best Poetry Online….
Although Rotten Tomatoes’ recent Best Movies of All Time list does feature some of the best superhero movies, there are some notable omissions. The superhero movie genre has become a huge part of Hollywood with dynamic storytelling, crossovers, and action-packed events that more often than not result in some major blockbuster hits. However, some of…
Over 400 story concepts pulled from news reports free for you to use. Continue reading on Go Into The Story » Go to Source Author: Scott Myers
Last week, my sister Amy and I visited the Grounds for Sculpture in Hamilton, NJ. It is a magical place, founded by Seward Johnson on 42 landscaped acres dotted with sculptures that give new meaning to the phrase “Larger than Life.” As we strolled the grounds, we came upon the sculpture pictured below. Grace Paley’s “Midrash…
In hutments we see in equal measure humanity betrothed to pangs of hunger. The wind blows the roof whistling an augury hard to comprehend. Little children in shades of blue, weep forgetting the toys they left in heaps of garbage. The post Humanity | Ananya S. Guha appeared first on Best Poetry Online. Go to…
In hutments we see in equal measure humanity betrothed to pangs of hunger. The wind blows the roof whistling an augury hard to comprehend. Little children in shades of blue, weep forgetting the toys they left in heaps of garbage. The post Humanity | Ananya S. Guha appeared first on Best Poetry Online. Go to…
Wind brushes by trees which are a stop over to skies pointing upwards and hills in chorus claiming mortality. No change, these hills suffuse time and space leaving a huge blank of hope. They spill over into dreams but when morning arrives they change colours in shades of blue and green. They a crescent, they…
