#the hill we climb

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[bitchybylershipper]

florida is wildin okay so do you guys know the poem the hill we climb by amanda gorman? if you dont you should read it or listen to it. context: she read it at bidens swearing in in 2021 and it was like this huge thing. i really like the poem and it was very inspirational to many americans. ANYWAY. florida fucking banned it. this is the complaint form

the "indirect hate messages" in question:

florida will literally ban anything this is ridiculous. all of the sources i have are from may and june of last year so i dont know if its still banned (it probably is) but i just wanted to talk about it for a sec because cencorship fucking pisses me off

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

The infuriatingly talented @jamiesfootball asked people to share the prose that lives rent free in their head.

For me it’s "The Hill We Climb” by Amanda Gorman. Here are some of my favorite bits that always inspire me.

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

[songsofprotestpeacerevolution]

When day comes we ask ourselves, ‘where can we find light in this never-ending shade,’ the loss we carry, a sea we must wade? We’ve braved the belly of the beast. We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace, and the norms and notions of what just is isn’t always just-ice. And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it, somehow we do it. Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken but simply unfinished. We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one. And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect. We are striving to forge a union with purpose, to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man. And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us but what stands before us. We close the divide because we know, to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another. We seek harm to none and harmony for all. Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true: That even as we grieved, we grew; that even as we hurt, we hoped; that even as we tired, we tried; that we’ll forever be tied together, victorious, not because we will never again know defeat but because we will never again sow division. Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one shall make them afraid. If we’re to live up to our own time then victory won’t lie in the blade but in all the bridges we’ve made. That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare it, because being American is more than a pride we inherit — it’s the past we step into and how we repair it. We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy. And this effort very nearly succeeded. But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated. In this truth, in this faith we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us. This is the era of just redemption we feared at its inception. We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour but within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves. So while once we asked, ‘how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe,’ now we assert, ‘how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?’ We will not march back to what was but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce, and free. We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation. Our blunders become their burdens. But one thing is certain: If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright. So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left with. Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise from the gold-limned hills of the west, we will rise from the windswept northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution, we will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states, we will rise from the sunbaked south. We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover in every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful will emerge, battered and beautiful. When day comes we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light, if only we’re brave enough to see it, if only we’re brave enough to be it.

Poet Amanda Gorman reads 'The Hill We Climb'

[rachelspoetrycorner]

Excerpt from The Hill We Climb (2020) by Amanda Gorman

In Episode 167, Rachel takes us to the National Poetry Corner.

Rachel: Like, democracy, at its core, is people kind of fighting for what they want. And there’s been a lot of that lately, and it has been kind of gross, and, uh... that doesn’t mean, necessarily, that we’re broken forever. Y'know.

Griffin: Yeah. Do you have the line—the one that stood outto me, is the... being American is more than the pride we inherit. It’s the past we step into it and how we repair it.

Rachel: That’s exactly it!

Griffin: It’s fucking incred—I heard that line once this morning, and like, it stuck with me that hard.

If you’d like to hear more about the incredible value and importance of this poem and inauguration speech, you can do so here: The Christmas Crab, from 14:34 - 25:50

[cinader]

Community Poetry, Banned Poetry, and Multi-media Writing

Tony speaks with Randy Gonzales, Poet, Writer, Community Historian, about his latest book Settling St. Malo. In the second hour I return to a conversation I began with writer, Nilsa Rivera, back in Episode 5 of this season, before Listen & Be Heard ventur

Randy Gonzales, Nilsa Rivera, Amanda Gorman Listen & Be Heard – Episode 34 Subscribe at Spotify Subscribe at Apple Subscribe at Google Summing up… Tony speaks with Randy Gonzales, Poet, Writer, Community Historian, about his latest book Settling St. Malo. In the second hour I return to a conversation I began with writer, Nilsa Rivera, back in Episode 5 of this season, before Listen & Be…

[lenbryant]

Some MAGA-Mom white-supremacist snowflake can't even tell you the author's name as she's filing a complaint to have another book by an African-American author removed from her child's school. Governor Rhonda Santis has succeeded in empowering all the racists and homophobes in his state.

[falllpoutboy]

Edebiri and White play chefs and business partners in The Bear, their restaurant's name. The onscreen relationship is electric enough that a contingent of viewers is rooting for a Sydney-Carmy matchup in hotter places than a kitchen.” - VF

we beat the platonic allegations 🎉🎊

[cherryblossomshadow]

We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace, and the norms and notions of what “just” is isn’t always justice

.

And, yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose. To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.

.

If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the bridges we’ve made. That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb, if only we dare. It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit. It’s the past we step into and how we repair it.

[gwydionmisha]

The Hill We Climb - Amanda Gorman

When day comes, we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade?

The loss we carry. A sea we must wade.

We braved the belly of the beast.

We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace, and the norms and notions of what “just” is isn’t always justice.

And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it.

Somehow we do it.

Somehow we weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken, but simply unfinished.

We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president, only to find herself reciting for one.

And, yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect.

We are striving to forge our union with purpose.

To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.

And so we lift our gaze, not to what stands between us, but what stands before us.

We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside.

We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.

We seek harm to none and harmony for all.

Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true.

That even as we grieved, we grew.

That even as we hurt, we hoped.

That even as we tired, we tried.

That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious.

Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.

Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree, and no one shall make them afraid.

If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the bridges we’ve made.

That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb, if only we dare.

It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit.

It’s the past we step into and how we repair it.

We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation, rather than share it.

Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.

And this effort very nearly succeeded.

But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated.

In this truth, in this faith we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.

This is the era of just redemption.

We feared at its inception.

We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour.

But within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves.

So, while once we asked, how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe, now we assert, how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?

We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.

We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation, become the future.

Our blunders become their burdens.

But one thing is certain.

If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright.

So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left.

Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.

We will rise from the golden hills of the West.

We will rise from the windswept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution.

We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states.

We will rise from the sun-baked South.

We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover.

And every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful, will emerge battered and beautiful.

When day comes, we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid.

The new dawn blooms as we free it.

For there is always light, if only we’re brave enough to see it.

If only we’re brave enough to be it.

[gophergal]

*cries* everything is so expensive

[cinader]

Listen & Be Heard on WPVM this Afternoon

Tony speaks with Randy Gonzales, Poet, Writer, Community Historian, about his latest book Settling St. Malo. In the second hour I return to a conversation I began with writer, Nilsa Rivera, back in Episode 5 of this season, before Listen & Be Heard ventur

Community Poet, Randy Gonzales, Multi-media Writer, Nilsa Rivera 3-5 PST: WPVMfm.org or 103.7 fm in Asheville, NC Tony speaks with Randy Gonzales, Poet, Writer, Community Historian, about his latest book Settling St. Malo. In the second hour I return to a conversation I began with writer, Nilsa Rivera, back in Episode 5 of this season, before Listen & Be Heard ventured into broadcast radio at…

[padmerrie]

soooooo i was sick for 2 weeks

[yourflame]

Dude Sonic is a challenge to write if you love self reflective / thought provoking dialogue and also squeezing as much angst or melodrama out of any given interaction because he's just this fucking idiot guy but also goes through The Horrors on a regular basis