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Robert Schenck's writings are short and powerful. Important narratives that exist within the space of only a few moments, the ones easily forgotten or glazed over in the whirlwind of the day, become movingly brought to the surface in his writing. I've really enjoyed reading his work, and am amazed at how intense these short, everyday narratives actually are when you take the time to single them out. Take a look at a few samples from the group gallery:

NeedMy class was discussing the annoyances, frustrations, and evils of our modern American culture. Students deplored violence, materialism, divorce, pollution, traffic, television. Their list went on and on. But even after quite some time my own pet peeve still had not been mentioned.
“One thing I’d personally love to be rid of,” I volunteered, “is advertising.”
Instantly from the back row of desks a young man’s hand shot into the air. He screwed his face into a caricature of intellectual pain. Too utterly disgusted to wait for my acknowledgment he exclaimed:
“But Mr. Skank! Without advertising, how would we know what we need?”
Class ParticipationKaren was a tall, slender, beautiful woman in her early thirties, the wife of a junior officer stationed at the Strategic Air Command. Twice a week she came to my English composition class with her equally beautiful friend Marilyn, a woman about the same age whose husband also was an officer at SAC. The two women looked different from their slightly younger, more casual blue-collar classmates—prettier, cleaner, wealthier, better dressed. Karen and Marilyn wore loose, silky, fashionable clothing in complementary earth tones or, occasionally, crisp sporty outfits in bright citrus colors—always with matching shoes that looked brand new and handsome leather handbags or purses and distinctive yet tasteful jewelry that looked as if it had been designed and crafted by professional artists. Carefully made up, their eyes appeared bigger, clearer, more wide open, as if their eyes shone more brightly than the eyes of others, their creamy skin looked softer, their summer tans more unif

ToddlerDylan asked for crackers. I put four saltines in a small empty cream cheese container. He sat on the couch and ate them while he watched cartoons on TV. One cracker broke. Crumbs fell. How interesting, his face said. Suddenly he crushed the cracker in his hand and scattered the crumbs all over the couch and rug.
"Dylan! Stop that. You're making a mess. Don't do that, please!"
He shot me a devilish look and grin, reached his fingers into the cup, made a big show of crushing the two remaining crackers into pieces, and then swung the cup wildly about, scattering cracker pieces and crumbs around the room like birdseed.
Instant anger!
I didn't think. I slapped the fingers of his empty hand, the first time I had ever struck him. It shocked us both. His mouth dropped open, his eyes widened. He gulped. He stared at me. His eyes filled with tears. How could I have done that! I had thought I was way way beyond such an impulsive act. I'd better say something.
"I said no, Dylan. You can't do that.
On SpankingMy father took his own life. Blind, feeble, dependent on medication and on my mother, Kathryn, he was told his kidneys had failed and that he needed dialysis. He shot himself the next day.
My mother was attending a funeral in Stanton, a tiny Iowa town organized around its beautiful Lutheran Church ten miles east of Red Oak. Carroll had planned his death around the funeral so that his older brother Harvey and not my mother would find the body, thereby sparing my mother but upsetting Harvey terribly.
Coming over as usual for coffee, my uncle called, “Carroll?”
Hearing no answer, Harvey searched the house and found my father in the garage, where he’d no doubt gone so as not to make a mess inside the house. My mother’s housekeeping was immaculate, and my father’s was, too. A friend of the family said there wasn’t much blood, since the .22 bullet did not exit after entering Carroll’s forehead between his eyes. A professional machinist and a fine car

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"I'm a retired college English teacher who has been working, writing, and drawing for peace and nonviolence since I was ten years old and one day stumbled by accident upon "A Pictorial History of World War Two." I return again and again to the nonviolent philosophies of Buddha, Socrates and Plato, Jesus, Russell, Gandhi, Krishnamurti, and King, and of course to artists, writers, and thinkers everywhere who foster nonviolent responses and solutions to human problems."
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This is Deviantart's platform for artists or art lovers who see creativity as a tool in non-violent activism. Keep your eye on our group to see what DA's activist artists are creating and sharing. Anyone can join, and anyone can submit art. There are several loose categories or folders to submit art to, and the journal will be periodically updated with a group artist feature or update. Please enjoy connecting with others!
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May 8, 2012


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WorldWar-Tori Featured By Owner May 16, 2014   General Artist
Thank you for the invite & awesome message :tighthug:
UEY-S Featured By Owner May 16, 2014  Professional General Artist
Hello, just thought you guys might want to share this Please Take What You Need by UEY-S
It includes the original print file so that other people can paste/stick these up & bring more smiles :)
footinadream Featured By Owner May 16, 2014  Student General Artist
:D I love it! You're work has appeared in the galleries before too, I'm going to send you an invite to the group :)
UEY-S Featured By Owner May 16, 2014  Professional General Artist
Thank you, glad you like it :) Thanks for the invite, you got yourself a new member :)
Thylacinus1 Featured By Owner May 15, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the art-requests (:
WorldWar-Tori Featured By Owner May 14, 2014   General Artist
Thank you for the request :heart:
lordmep Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Sorry for leaving, but I really don't see what either of us have to gain from my staying here. It was a good run though.
footinadream Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2014  Student General Artist
I still think something might come of it some day :) I just can't do it on my own at the moment. you never know though, we'll see.
anyways, that's alright, have you been very active on DA lately elsewhere? 
lordmep Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Facts-not-feminism and my own gallery.
footinadream Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2014  Student General Artist
your leaving has gotten me to start thinking of ways to liven up the group and I'm starting new things now, so thank you for that little jolt. you are always welcome back if you change your mind and I hope you will, even if just to write a journal or submit something. 
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