South Korean cinemas have reopened. But business is far from normal. Nationwide box office over the weekend trickled in at just 7% of what it was this time last year. 28 more words

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Carole Lombard came to Hollywood from the Midwest at the age of 7 and was making Westerns at Fox by age 9. The legendary star of such classics as “My Man Godfrey” and “Twentieth Century” would rise to become a high-paid performer in the middle of the Depression. 9 more words

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I wrote a poem a few days ago. It’s something I don’t do very often, in fact apart from a very short, crappy haiku I wrote a few weeks ago, the last time I wrote any form of poetry was about a year ago, after a friend of mine passed away. I find that when […] […]

via My thoughts on writing poetry as a form of therapy — womanonajourney — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

we are in the random forests we are. leo. adele. Ho[4][5] and Amit and German [6] in order (Fujitsu now) we are random forests we are decision trees. tree bagging (Main article: Bootstrap aggregating) predictions for unseen samples x’ can be made by averaging the predictions from all the individual regression trees onx’ we are […]

via random forests, by Mark Tiegs — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

You’re yelling now. The veins in your neck Popping out as if they’re ready to attack me Right then and there. I sit on the bed as I watch you pace back and forth avoiding eye contact. Can’t help but feel the tears gathering themselves, blurring my view The knot in my throat ready to […]

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You play music, Loudly, No respect for the silent type, You own the blocks peace, Thug life, selfishly You deal to the fiends, Turning corners at all times, Loudly they scream, Interrupting peace of mind, Gang life never resigns Prosperously you push luxury, The struggling mother lost sleep time, Riches you gain from others losing […]

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Have you heard about it? Do you feel the pains and sorrows? Can we all die of this? Oh Corona! You came like a wildfire, quickly vanishing the unforgettable pains of Ebola You’re ruining lives through panic; Affecting the known and unknown Destroying our immune system Oh Corona! what a deadly pandemic? I tell you […]

via The Global Foe, by Abubakarr Momoh Sesay — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

Dear O, I hope you’re well. Hope the family’s well also. I think of you often.. more so because of the uncertainty these days bring. Sometimes I’m happy.. sad.. mad or horny. But I’m hurt. Not because things ended but your denial of it all. I hate that I let you in. It’s so hard […]

via Bonded, by Dominique Marks — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

I release this viral blue funk sometimes dark thing in my soul. It haunts me from time to time. Release this loneliness that feeds my blues. Not lonely all the time sometimes it just appears out of the blue. Does it feed my blues? Or Does that blue funk feed my loneliness? I release this […]

via I RELEASE WHAT I AM RECEIVING WHAT I NEED, by Terry Mulcahy — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.

With this last drop I know the memories disappear Going a step further to erase the fear Depression is usually the killer But these toxins are a different filler Not living for tomorrow just want the now I’m off a Fifth ready to ride out on the town Sip after sip just chilling my veins […]

via Bottom Of The Bottle, by Laye Da Writer — POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film.