What is civilization? What is your civilization? What is mine?
Mine is not dark skies, nor is it stained glass windows.
My civilization is a narrow path, a place for my feet, that minimally impacts that around it.
It leads to where I need to be.
the civilization of something means it becomes a standard amongst a society and the norm…a place with money, houses, careers, families, stores, politics, etc is considered to be civilized
Strive, strive…STRIVE ALREADY. I repeat until the echo comes back weighed with regret and shame. Do it. Nothing is easy. And through this means I civilize myself. I must make myself do as an Agent rather than an event, there I will be one of you in a society of free will.
I wish we could just act like civilized people. People nowadays, specially teenagers, are acting like crazy monkeys all over the country. Fucking at 13 and doing drugs and shit. Civilize everything again..
“be civil,” she told us, as if we were barbarians, as if she were actually taller than the rest of us if she held her head tall and displayed the insides of her nasal passage. “Be civil,” she said, as if it wasn’t the way we were wired, as if all of this hadn’t been drilled into our heads for years, as if the tradition weren’t passed down three generations for the newest of us. “Be civil,” she warned, as if we couldn’t be successful if society didn’t see us as shallow and sweet, as if we had not lived before this moment. “Be civil,” she told us, as if we could hide the secrets.
What humans aren’t. No one seems to be civilized anymore, because people have turned into problem creators. We just like to start drama and hurt each other. Hurting each other isn’t civilized.
living together with manners and acting ethically. Civilized people cohabit without drama, its easier to get along and treat others with respects. Oh yeah
Put your suit on, shine your shoes, slick back your hair. Do not smile or have any attempt at a human moment. Don’t laugh unless everyone else is laughing, get a job that is acceptable and sit up straight.
One does not necessaryly know how to civilize the world….but each person tries. Do we know what civilizaiton is? how does on attain it? Is it possible? to attain, i mean. I certainly fall flat. What about you?
how civilized
dripping through a tiny hole
slowly falling
like grains of sand
towards the bottom
where they drown
like animals
squealing
how civilized indeed
Its time to create a world in which this means something, think about it, civilize? what does that even mean when civilization is lost? we have nothing left its just bull shit we need to go back to the days where it was possible to be civilized instead of simply living like animals in a world where we laugh at dumb things and eat like pigs and rape and murder. It’s sickening, lets stop living and start “civilizing”
civ·i·lize/ˈsivəˌlīz/
Verb:
1)Bring (a place or people) to a stage of social, cultural, and moral development considered to be more advanced: “a civilized society”.
2)Polite and well-mannered.
Civilization, like money, is something we created. We since the beginning have wanted to make our make on the earth, play god, make it in out image. Civilization is what we have come up with, we have created the world as we wanted yet are continuously dissatisfied? when will it end?
In a civilized world, one does not smash another’s radio. The radio is what brings joy, and life into a tiny corner room. A radio is a calming influence on one’s life and meteoric in helping restore inner peace. You do not smash, someone’s favored possession because you couldn’t figure out how to turn the alarm off, that is not civilized. That is acting like a monkey traumatized by an abrupt and loud sound. One does not simply destroy property, especially a fifty-five year old patriarch. Patriach Ape. Jesus, do i run around destroying things for crazy reasons? no I leave that for the monkey’s. What is wrong with you? civilized people do not aact this way, you are preposterous and I flatly abhor you, but admit-tingly I love you as a biological father.
what are we that can call ourselves civilized? we are but apes compared to those who may observes us just as we call those savages whom we cannot understand. we are not civilized, merely meaner in our understanding of what makes someone proper. what makes someone proper? it’s all a matter of who raised you.
what does it mean to be civilized? to act properly? to do things and respond to situations according to societal standards? interesting. this would infer that one would either innately know or learn these things. .. much like the elusive “common sense”. …
It was incredible, the way the buildings layered themselves. The calendar marked every day for thousands of years. The vines from the trees intertwined between bricks and the stones had been encrusted with gold and it was the most amazing civilization. Who could have expected what was to come, a prediction of the end of the world simply from a culture?
Civilize. Isnt that what humans are supposed to be? Isnt that what society is aiming for? Then why do they make it seems hard to be “civilized”. If they really wanted us to be “civilized” then why not make it easy?.
what is civilized? is it conformed? Perhaps something to do with behaving in the way that is standard.
perhaps even a better question yet, what is uncivilized? who are these so called incivilians?
It was insanity. The streets filled with people running, screaming, dying. They were trying to civilize us, so they said. In reality, they were trying to extinguish us and replace us with a greater, more pure being. A being that no longer resembled humanity.
see since the start of man we have been trying to give reason to our existence, to find order within chaos, but how is this possible in a world that promotes lunacy, that promotes the unstable environment in which only nature can fully prosper. Civilisation is thus, a fallacy, we only live under the impression that we are under control of our lives…
The whole idea of civilization is a bit odd, really. How did the first civilizations determine their level of civility when it takes a civilized person to decide whether someone else is civilized or not. Because when we think about these things, we compare others to us.
They didn’t think our people were civilized so they decided to teach us how to be. They thought my people were savage when in reality maybe it was them who were the savage ones.
She tossed her sweater across the room and screamed to the top of her lungs, raising her plastic cup of apple cider up in the air and swaying her hips. People looked over, shooting confused glances as they passed the window and taking their noses out of their books. We were in a freaking library, for God’s sake. It wasn’t my fault this was the only place we could celebrate, but the least she could do was show some respect.
This is something which no longer exists. No one and nothing is civilized anymore. We are all chaos, inside and out. It is a sad sad world we live in today. I’m almost ashamed to live here. We should all be ashamed of what we have done to this place we call home. Of what we do to each other. It is anything but civilized.
I dont what what should be and what isn’t anyone. It is really real? The feelings that are looping and chasing each other in my mind, I cant keep to pull them together and sometimes its empty. Empty like the trash can empty the trash Robert take out the trash on a cold windy night. And the breeze. The Breeze feels just right.
You call yourself civilized yet you try to make others outcasts. You never thank anyone, or help out those in need. If you are so civilized why are you filled with such greed?
The whole room looked urbane and civilized. My gracious host crossed one leg over the other, leaning forward onto elbows that rested on the table, fingers steepled in front of his nose.
“Would you like to start at the beginning?”
A sigh rose in my throat. He didn’t know what he was getting into. The beginning was a long time ago.
“Depends. Would you like to keep your sanity?”
His face remained inscrutable. A smile twitched at my lips.
It’s a hard thing to do, civilize a new land. There’s the natives first, of course. Obliterate their customs, kill their gods, give them new and better ways of living and raise them some new idols, more appropriate ones, of course. But it never goes quite as planned. There are always those few who won’t give up the old gods, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you cajole and advertise and threaten, yes, threaten. Either they beat you down, or you kill them off. Something’s gotta give.
If only people who claim to be civilized actually behaved as such how grand the world would be.
How can she civilize herself when hatred and unforgiveness are everything she feels for her ignoble partner
civilize. The people in Hunger games were civilized, but they were just aggressive when it came to entertainment.
What is civilization? What is your civilization? What is mine?
Mine is not dark skies, nor is it stained glass windows.
My civilization is a narrow path, a place for my feet, that minimally impacts that around it.
It leads to where I need to be.
the civilization of something means it becomes a standard amongst a society and the norm…a place with money, houses, careers, families, stores, politics, etc is considered to be civilized
Strive, strive…STRIVE ALREADY. I repeat until the echo comes back weighed with regret and shame. Do it. Nothing is easy. And through this means I civilize myself. I must make myself do as an Agent rather than an event, there I will be one of you in a society of free will.
I wish we could just act like civilized people. People nowadays, specially teenagers, are acting like crazy monkeys all over the country. Fucking at 13 and doing drugs and shit. Civilize everything again..
“be civil,” she told us, as if we were barbarians, as if she were actually taller than the rest of us if she held her head tall and displayed the insides of her nasal passage. “Be civil,” she said, as if it wasn’t the way we were wired, as if all of this hadn’t been drilled into our heads for years, as if the tradition weren’t passed down three generations for the newest of us. “Be civil,” she warned, as if we couldn’t be successful if society didn’t see us as shallow and sweet, as if we had not lived before this moment. “Be civil,” she told us, as if we could hide the secrets.
What humans aren’t. No one seems to be civilized anymore, because people have turned into problem creators. We just like to start drama and hurt each other. Hurting each other isn’t civilized.
living together with manners and acting ethically. Civilized people cohabit without drama, its easier to get along and treat others with respects. Oh yeah
Put your suit on, shine your shoes, slick back your hair. Do not smile or have any attempt at a human moment. Don’t laugh unless everyone else is laughing, get a job that is acceptable and sit up straight.
what does it mean? are people civilized or just pretending? i think the latter. we are apes. some would say evolution-i would say forgery. i quit….
One does not necessaryly know how to civilize the world….but each person tries. Do we know what civilizaiton is? how does on attain it? Is it possible? to attain, i mean. I certainly fall flat. What about you?
how civilized
dripping through a tiny hole
slowly falling
like grains of sand
towards the bottom
where they drown
like animals
squealing
how civilized indeed
Its time to create a world in which this means something, think about it, civilize? what does that even mean when civilization is lost? we have nothing left its just bull shit we need to go back to the days where it was possible to be civilized instead of simply living like animals in a world where we laugh at dumb things and eat like pigs and rape and murder. It’s sickening, lets stop living and start “civilizing”
civ·i·lize/ˈsivəˌlīz/
Verb:
1)Bring (a place or people) to a stage of social, cultural, and moral development considered to be more advanced: “a civilized society”.
2)Polite and well-mannered.
Yup.
Civilization, like money, is something we created. We since the beginning have wanted to make our make on the earth, play god, make it in out image. Civilization is what we have come up with, we have created the world as we wanted yet are continuously dissatisfied? when will it end?
” Why civilize? What is so important about the word civilize that that is what I must write about today?”
“Civilization is a word that we don’t think about often.” Replied Mr. Engle to my complaining. “That is why we must learn about it.”
“YOU ARE NOT CIVILIZED! You must be civilized!” My mother yelled in my ear, waking me up. As I jerked awake I noticed soup flinging onto my face.
In a civilized world, one does not smash another’s radio. The radio is what brings joy, and life into a tiny corner room. A radio is a calming influence on one’s life and meteoric in helping restore inner peace. You do not smash, someone’s favored possession because you couldn’t figure out how to turn the alarm off, that is not civilized. That is acting like a monkey traumatized by an abrupt and loud sound. One does not simply destroy property, especially a fifty-five year old patriarch. Patriach Ape. Jesus, do i run around destroying things for crazy reasons? no I leave that for the monkey’s. What is wrong with you? civilized people do not aact this way, you are preposterous and I flatly abhor you, but admit-tingly I love you as a biological father.
what are we that can call ourselves civilized? we are but apes compared to those who may observes us just as we call those savages whom we cannot understand. we are not civilized, merely meaner in our understanding of what makes someone proper. what makes someone proper? it’s all a matter of who raised you.
what does it mean to be civilized? to act properly? to do things and respond to situations according to societal standards? interesting. this would infer that one would either innately know or learn these things. .. much like the elusive “common sense”. …
It was incredible, the way the buildings layered themselves. The calendar marked every day for thousands of years. The vines from the trees intertwined between bricks and the stones had been encrusted with gold and it was the most amazing civilization. Who could have expected what was to come, a prediction of the end of the world simply from a culture?
Civilize. Isnt that what humans are supposed to be? Isnt that what society is aiming for? Then why do they make it seems hard to be “civilized”. If they really wanted us to be “civilized” then why not make it easy?.
civilize my soul — it’s wild and lost. civilize my heart — it’s ignorant and afraid.
what is civilized? is it conformed? Perhaps something to do with behaving in the way that is standard.
perhaps even a better question yet, what is uncivilized? who are these so called incivilians?
It was insanity. The streets filled with people running, screaming, dying. They were trying to civilize us, so they said. In reality, they were trying to extinguish us and replace us with a greater, more pure being. A being that no longer resembled humanity.
see since the start of man we have been trying to give reason to our existence, to find order within chaos, but how is this possible in a world that promotes lunacy, that promotes the unstable environment in which only nature can fully prosper. Civilisation is thus, a fallacy, we only live under the impression that we are under control of our lives…
The whole idea of civilization is a bit odd, really. How did the first civilizations determine their level of civility when it takes a civilized person to decide whether someone else is civilized or not. Because when we think about these things, we compare others to us.
They didn’t think our people were civilized so they decided to teach us how to be. They thought my people were savage when in reality maybe it was them who were the savage ones.
She tossed her sweater across the room and screamed to the top of her lungs, raising her plastic cup of apple cider up in the air and swaying her hips. People looked over, shooting confused glances as they passed the window and taking their noses out of their books. We were in a freaking library, for God’s sake. It wasn’t my fault this was the only place we could celebrate, but the least she could do was show some respect.
To make civil. To make domestic. To create a normal sense of conformity. To remove uncivil behavior.
A civilization cannot thrive with everyone hating each other. People have become to dependent on things and not others they truly care for.
This is something which no longer exists. No one and nothing is civilized anymore. We are all chaos, inside and out. It is a sad sad world we live in today. I’m almost ashamed to live here. We should all be ashamed of what we have done to this place we call home. Of what we do to each other. It is anything but civilized.
I dont what what should be and what isn’t anyone. It is really real? The feelings that are looping and chasing each other in my mind, I cant keep to pull them together and sometimes its empty. Empty like the trash can empty the trash Robert take out the trash on a cold windy night. And the breeze. The Breeze feels just right.
I am not to be tamed.
I am not to be broken.
Give me my freedom,
And my heart is awoken.
You call yourself civilized yet you try to make others outcasts. You never thank anyone, or help out those in need. If you are so civilized why are you filled with such greed?
The whole room looked urbane and civilized. My gracious host crossed one leg over the other, leaning forward onto elbows that rested on the table, fingers steepled in front of his nose.
“Would you like to start at the beginning?”
A sigh rose in my throat. He didn’t know what he was getting into. The beginning was a long time ago.
“Depends. Would you like to keep your sanity?”
His face remained inscrutable. A smile twitched at my lips.
The game had begun.
“act like civilized human beings, please.” she snapped, and both boys, wearing large grins on their faces, turned to look at her.
“but that’s no fun,” they pouted in unison.
It’s a hard thing to do, civilize a new land. There’s the natives first, of course. Obliterate their customs, kill their gods, give them new and better ways of living and raise them some new idols, more appropriate ones, of course. But it never goes quite as planned. There are always those few who won’t give up the old gods, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you cajole and advertise and threaten, yes, threaten. Either they beat you down, or you kill them off. Something’s gotta give.