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THE VOICE
MARCH 30, 1975
Viewing The Arts
With Yvonne Gibson
in
AN INVITATION TO READ
The Director of Library
Services, Mrs. N. R. Smith,
offers the following copy from
an unknown autoor as an
invitation for all students to
come to Chesnutt Library and
use it as libraries are ex
pected to be used: for
gathering knowledge.
ABOUT THE LAST DAYS . . .
I
And it came to pass
early in the morning
toward the last day of the
semester, there arose a
multitude
smiting the books
and wailing.
And there was much weeping
and gnashing of teeth
for the day of judgment
was at hand,
and they were afraid,
for they had left undone
those things which they
ought to have done,
and they had done
those things which they
ought not to have done,
and there was no help for it.
And there were many
abiding in the dorm
who had kept watch
over their books all night,
but it availed them naught.
II
And some of them repented of
their riotous living and
bemoaned their fate, but
they had not a prayer.
And at the last hour there
came among them one
known as the instructor; he
was of the diabolical smile,
and passed papers among
them and went his way.
And many and varied were
the answers which were
given, for some of his
teachings had fallen among
fertile minds, others had
fallen among the fellows,
while still others had fallen
flat.
And some there were who
wrote for one hour, others
for two, but some turned
away sorrowful; and many
of these offered a little bull,
in hopes of pacifying the
instructor, and these were
the ones who had not a
prayer.
But some there were who rose
peacefully, for they had
prepared themselves the
way and made straight the
patos of knowledge.
And these were known as wise
burners of the midnight oil,
and by others they were
known as “curve raisers”.
And the multitude arose and
ate a hearty breakfast; and
they came into the ap
pointed place and their
hearts were heavy within
them.
And they had come to pass
and some to pass out.
And when they had finished,
they gathered up their
belongings, and went their
way quietly, each in his own
direction, and each one
vowing to himself in this
manner:
“I shall not pass this way
again!”
-Author Unknown
from KOINONIA, newsletter
of the Christian Theological
Seminary, Spring 1966.
WHY??
As the year continues to
unfold we discover that the
questions continue and the
problems increase. We cannot
be stopped by the WHYS of
our personal struggles ~ as to
Why we are unable to pay our
bills. Why our money does not
buy as much as it did last year
and why we do not have jobs
are directly related to and
caused by the many other ?s
we failed to ask or failed to
answer.
Why have the bus drivers
accepted rules that they feel
are unjust and degrading to
their self image?
Why have the lines grown too
long at the Food Stamp
Office?
Why does city money pay for
the cars driven by the
Mayor and City Manager -
an Electra 225 or Cadillac?
Why do we allow police
brutality to continue —
protested only by murmers
and caution?
Why are policemen and ex
policemen being accused of
robbery and being expelled
from the police force?
Why are the youth dropping
out or being pushed out of
school. We refuse to
question the schools or to
allow anyone to publicize or
protest the miseducation of
the youth?
Why tove we allowed black
service organizations, such
as the National Welfare
Rights Organizations and
the Southern Christian
Leadership Conference, to
be placed in jeopardy
because of financial
problems?
Within the past couple of
years black people have
ceased to be a major con
cern of most white people
and many white
organizations. The white
foundations which five and
ten years ago gave hun
dreds of thousands of
dollars freely to black
programs are now closing
their doors in the faces of
dying organizations.
Why are we still ignoring our
black Vietnam veterans and
black men unfairly
discharged from the
Military?
Why do we allow cattle to lie
uselessly slaughtered and
buried when hundreds of
people are starving to death
daily in Africa and India?
Why do we unquestionably
and silently accept a
government which will
allow the selected wealthy
and elected few to live at
ease while the majority
suffer under the strain of
recession and inflation?
The questions are many
and could go on endlessly - but
- why don’t we begin to find
some answers?!
“I LOVE YOU,” SAYS IT ALL
When it comes to expressing my love in words
I could talk on endlessly
And I still wouldn’t have said enough.
So, Love, when I say “I love you,”
The uttering of these three words covers everything.
The meaning behind these words has:
A greater expanse than the widest ocean,
A greater altitude than the tallest mountain,
A deeper depth than the deepest sea.
In essence. Love, the meaning behind the words “I love you”.
Has a greater magnitude than anything imaginable:
Anything that ever was.
Anything that is,
Anything that ever will be.
Ronald “Ron” Williams
NEVER SHUT LOVE OUT
Why do we fear love so once we’ve been hurt?
We miss so much by closing it out.
The independence and self-sufficiency we feel
Are nothing more than shields to protect us from more pain.
That’s silly, really.
There is no pain like that which comes
When love is not allowed to enter our lives.
Once doesn’t mean it will always be the same.
Ronald “Ron” Williams
NIGHTMARE
Hey, Baby,
I had a dream last night.
No, it was really more like a nightmare.
I dreamed that you left me.
I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.
For the remainder of the night I tossed and tumbled,
Sleep deserted me, in truth, I was afraid to go back to sleep.
I couldn’t have been more frightened if my life had actually been
threatened, in essence it had been, in that you are my life.
Oh Baby, there’s no way you could know how happy you made me
When you called this morning as I was trying to get things to
Fall into place, trying to find out where I was.
Just to tell me that you loved me.
I knew again that I had life.
I had love. „ ,.
I had you Ronald “Ron” Williams
HOOKED
Picking up the pieces one by one
to put it back together
it is so very hard to do, the hurt you feel
aches, more, with the thoughts of how much
you wanted it to be.
You regret some things that throb with a pain
crying to be released.
You are confused, you cuddle up to the only thing
you feel secure with, Yourself
You silently seek any little clue to help you
get it together.
You swear to never again let yourself get this involved.
Your soul, mind, and body crys ever so much more
to be released from this torture, but, something
holds it back. You know what it is but, you
won’t admit it to yourself. You try to occupy
yourself with different things to get your mind
off it... but you can’t
cause you’re HOOKED D. Simmons
SHARED LOVE
We’ve stood on the hill at the day’s sad end
And watched the colors of the sunset blend.
We’ve walked at night on a lonely shore
And thrilled to the sound of the ocean’s roar.
We roamed the woods, the hill and dale
With our story of love to tell.
We’ve felt the fury of winter’s sting
Searched and found the first flowers of spring.
We’ve wept at the strength of our young love
And pledged it through God above.
Early morning we’ve stood on grass so serene.
Beauty all around and our hearts sigh
We’ve watched it all with a tear in our eye.
That beauty not shared is never so sweet
For it takes love in your heart to make it complete.
IDEALIZING YOUR WORK Roscoe Locke
Work brings man to life, sets him in motion.
Work is man in action doing things.
Nothing happens until people go to work.
Work creates the world we live in.
The art of work consists of what you think about your work,
and what you do about your work.
It is abolishing the concept of work as chains and slavery, and
seeing it as freedom to create and build and help.
It is doing your present work so well that it will open doors to new
opportunities. Tasks done at a high standard proves that you
love to work.
Roscoe Locke
THE BIRTH OF FREEDOM
When I am born
I am sure
that it will be
a Grand Delivery.
For many will come
just to see,
if when I am born
will I really be free.
by Clararene Jacobs
AFLOAT
To be a little boat
trying to stay afloat.
Each time there is a bigger
wave.
To be a little boat
rocking back and forth,
From side to side.
The water covers the back of
the little boat.
The little boat is still trying
to stay afloat.
It’s too late little boat,
you are going to sink
little boat.
The little boat doesn’t wink.
He simply meets his brink.
Submerging under the water
and never shedding a tear.
Darcel Rhodes
TIME
Time is one’s own asset.
Yet we build iron walls.
We create unncessary tran
sgressions.
Time has molded us into an
unrealistic being.
Battling down that
loathesome road,
Trying to pass each careless
metaphor.
We are allocated by society’s
game.
As the clock goes tick-tock-
tick.
We forget our purpose for it.
In the end we are behind time.
And the clock is running on
Day-light saving time.
Darcel Rhodes
TIME
Time, time, time
Do we sometimes blow it
away. The day begins when
the sun is shining for some.
Time may start in the middle
of the day.
Time, time, time rings a bell
in my ear as an old song.
Where do we spend all of our
time?
Am I spending a lot of my time
wrong?
Oh! time can sound like a
simple song.
Believe me, I wish I had more
time.
Everything takes time.
Time to work, time to love.
Time to share, time to care
Time, time, time
Sometimes you feel that you
are at the end of time.
Yvonne Gibson
TALK TO ME
Talk to me or love me one
Tell me of the old mishaps
Take time to care
Take time to hold me
Talk to me because
I love you.
Yvonne Gibson