What is a peom about the arts and humanities?

Lupe Sancen: Well humanities is a broad subject matter, including:ancient and modern languages, literature, history, philosophy, religion, visual and performing arts (including music). Additional subjects sometimes included in the humanities are anthropology, area studies, communications and cultural studies. Given this definition it is easy to find poems in any related areas, here are a few.On Love and ReligionWhen I am in love it is like worshipping Longing is the temple Kissing is Heaven and Earth When I am worshipping it is like being in love Praying is sweet whispering Enlightening is the climax of the soul Being in love is deifying the object beautifying, privileging, and immortalising Man and deity attract as opposite sexes Life is ruthless medium for both Love needs longing just as a deity must be distant Marriage deletes the space just as there is no religion in Heaven A deity is an eternal lover A lover is a temporary deity So, some who have failed in love turn ! to religion, which is nearby Love plants seeds The deity becomes seeds himself The soul is conceived What follows nine-months pregnancy is faith How to Prove 'Doctors are Lower than Prostitutes'If we agree on two seemingly reasonable assumptions we can prove the morality of doctors is lower than that of prostitutes The first assumption is: in a fully commercialised society everything is a commodity so all professions are businesses for making money The second assumption is: making money from agony and from pleasure are different - the higher the degree of compulsion, the lower the morality Then, it follows that a doctors morality is lower than a prostitute's Because when a doctor says "no money, no treatment" he is blackmailing a person in crisis While when a prostitute says "no money, no sex" she is merely trading goods for goods So, a man in a white coat is not necessarily an angel and a tall hospital can be lower than a brothel Is this strange? But this is the new ethic! s of a fully commercialised society Rainbow of HumanityWhat co! lor are hands sifting through rubbleuncovering bodies buried deep?Reaching, receiving...the broken and deadtragedies in the wake of a storm.What color are hands soothing and comfortinggently caressing wiping away tears?Healing, holding...refusing to be enemiesaccepting all they encounter.What color are hands folded in prayerforgiving, accepting without judgement or blame?Celebrating, respecting...embracinguniqueness of individual color and enthnicity.These are the hands of the human rainbowGloriously illuminating humility of spirit.Spectacular shades of cultures and beliefsblending...black, brown, red and whiteunwavering...Humanity i love you Humanity i love youbecause you would rather black the boots ofsuccess than enquire whose soul dangles from hiswatch-chain which would be embarrassing for bothparties and because youunflinchingly applaud allsongs containing the words country home andmother when sung at the old howardHumanity i love you becausewhen you're hard up yo! u pawn yourintelligence to buy a drink and whenyou're flush pride keepsyou from the pawn shops andbecause you are continually committingnuisances but moreespecially in your own houseHumanity i love you because youare perpetually putting the secret oflife in your pants and forgettingit's there and sitting downon itand because you areforever making poems in the lapof death Humanityi hate you I love the previous poem by ee cummingsThe History of Now The recording of culture is history;but our culture is more than that.It's the world of human action,and the myths we make of the fact.The recording of history is culture,but our history is more than that.It informs a hidden agenda.Unconscious of motive we act.It's the history of now, the history of now.It's only the present that exists as endowed.It's the history of now. The moment - KAPOW!That knocks you right over and muddies your brow.Through the prism of language, we know what we know.We carry our baggage and stories of w! oe.Victor and vanquished pride cannot budge,the dead weight of hatred a! nd ancestral grudge.We fight our good fights with our hand on our heart;the music is swelling as loved ones depart.As sheep to the slaughter, the script cannot chart,a course more ignoble: the propagandist's art.The recording of history is culture,but our culture is more than that.More than the great individuals,the scholars so love in their tracts.The recording of culture is history;but our history is more than that.Not simple dates or statistics,the full horror and gore still attracts.It's the history of now, the history of now.A strange contradiction that makes sense somehow.It's the history of now, a mystery and shroud.The past and the future: best fiction allowed....Show more