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skdadl
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posted 14 September 2001 01:25 PM      Profile for skdadl     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Easter 1916

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered a while and said
Polite meaningless words,
...
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

...
Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
...
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
...
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse --
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

-- W.B. Yeats


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'lance
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posted 14 September 2001 01:46 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
This would simply not excerpt.

September 1, 1939

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.

Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.


Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.

Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.

Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.

The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.

From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
"I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,"
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the deaf,
Who can speak for the dumb?

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.

-- W.H. Auden


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skdadl
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posted 14 September 2001 01:48 PM      Profile for skdadl     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
oh, thank you, lance.
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ergotist
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posted 14 September 2001 01:51 PM      Profile for ergotist   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Gen'rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds ...

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave their role to the poor,

Time will tell on their power minds,
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait 'till their judgement day comes,

Now in darkness world stops turning,
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more War Pigs have the power,
And as God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling,
On their knees the War Pigs crawling,
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings ...

Black Sabbath - 1970

[ September 14, 2001: Message edited by: ergotist ]


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'lance
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posted 14 September 2001 05:01 PM      Profile for 'lance     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."

-- F.W. Nietsche, Jenseits von Gut und Bose, IV

[ September 14, 2001: Message edited by: 'lance ]


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Victor Von Mediaboy
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posted 14 September 2001 05:11 PM      Profile for Victor Von Mediaboy   Author's Homepage        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
" Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won." - Duke Of Wellington 1759-1852

"I like to believe that people in the long run are going to do more to promote peace than our governments. Indeed, I think that people want peace so much that one of these days governments had better get out of the way and let them have it." - Dwight D. Eisenhower

"Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime" - Ernest Hemingway


"The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it" - George Orwell

"Laws are silent in time of war." - Cicero

"How good bad music and bad reasons sound when we march against an enemy." - Nietzsche

"The nonviolent approach does not immediately change the heart of the oppressor. It first does something to the hearts and souls of those committed to it. It gives them new self-respect; it calls up resources of strength and courage that they did not know they had. Finally it reaches the opponent and so stirs his conscience that reconciliation becomes a reality." -Martin Luther King, Jr.

"Non-cooperation with evil is a sacred duty." - Mahatma Gandhi

"For a bowl of water give a goodly meal;
For a kindly greeting bow thou down with zeal;
For a simple penny pay thou back with gold;
If thy life be rescued, life do not withhold.
Thus the words and actions of the wise regard;
Every little service tenfold they reward.
But the truly noble know all men as one,
And return with gladness good for evil done." - Mahatma Gandhi

"Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be." - Thomas A. Kempis

[ September 14, 2001: Message edited by: Kneel before MediaBoy ]


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ergotist
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posted 14 September 2001 05:28 PM      Profile for ergotist   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
DRINK BEFORE THE WAR
(Sinéad O'Connor)

Well, you tell us that we're wrong
And you tell us not to sing our song
Nothing we can say will make you see
You got a heart of stone
You can never feel

You say "oh I'm not afraid - it can't happen to me
I've lived my life as a good man
Oh, no you're out of your mind
It won't happen to me
‘Cos I've carried my weight
And I've been a strong man"

Listen to the man in the liquor store
Yelling "anybody want a drink before the war?"

And your parents paid you through
You got a nice big car
Nothing bothers you
Somebody cut out your eyes
You refuse to see
Somebody cut out your heart
You refuse to feel
And you live in a shell
You create your own hell
You live in the past
And talk about war
And you dig your own grave yeah
But it's a life you can save
So stop getting fast
It's not gonna happen
And you'll cry
But you'll never fall
No, no, no
You're building a wall
Gotta break it down
Start again

No, no, no
It won't happen to us
We've lived our lives
Basically we've been good men
So stop talking of war
Cause you know we've heard it all before
Why don't you go out there
And do something useful

Oh listen to the man in the liquor store
He yelling "anybody wanna drink before the war?"
"Anybody wanna drink before the war?"
"Anybody wanna drink before the war?"


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WingNut
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posted 14 September 2001 06:42 PM      Profile for WingNut   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.

"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"

Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.

Us and Them,
Pink Floyd.


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Auntie Phreemarket
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posted 14 September 2001 07:27 PM      Profile for Auntie Phreemarket     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
We consume our lives like we are thankful for what we are being forced into. Is it our duty to die for governments and for gods? Is it our privilege to slave for market and industry? Is it our right to follow laws set to scare and to oppress? Is it our gift to stay in line and will it take away the blame? We can no longer pay the price. We'll get organized. We will no longer believe that working for you will set us free.

-From Refused's "The Deadly Rythm", from "the Shape Of Punk To Come" LP.


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judym
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posted 14 September 2001 07:33 PM      Profile for judym   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
This week's quote of the week on the homepage:

"Why should we love our enemies? The first reason is fairly obvious. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate can not drive out hate: only love can do that."
Martin Luther King, Jr.


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jeff house
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posted 14 September 2001 07:40 PM      Profile for jeff house     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"I tremble for my country when I recall that God is just."
Thomas Jefferson

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Trespasser
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posted 14 September 2001 11:36 PM      Profile for Trespasser   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.


John Donne
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions
Meditation XVII


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Trespasser
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posted 15 September 2001 02:29 PM      Profile for Trespasser   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
... When Evans was killed, just before the Armistice, in Italy, Septimus, far from showing any emotion or recognising that here was the end of a friendship, congratulated himself upon feeling very little and very reasonably. The War had taught him. It was sublime. He had gone through the whole show, friendship, European war, death, had won promotion, was still under thirty and was bound to survive. He was right there. The last shells missed him. He watched them explode with indifference. When peace came he was in Milan, billeted in the house of an innkeeper with a courtyard, flowers in tubs, little tables in the open, daughters making hats, and to Lucrezia, the younger daughter, he became engaged one evening when the panic was on him - that he could not feel.

For now that it was all over, truce signed, and the dead buried, he had, especially in the evening, these sudden thunder-claps of fear. He could not feel.

... Beauty was behind a pane of glass. Even taste (Rezia liked ices, chocolates, sweet things) had no relish to him. He put down his cup on the little marble table. He looked at people outside; happy they seemed, collecting in the middle of the street, shouting, laughing, squabbling over nothing. But he could not taste, he could not feel... He could reason, he could read, Dante for example, quite easily ("Septimus, do put down your book," said Rezia, gently shutting the Inferno), he could add up his bill; his brain was perfect; it must be the fault of the world then - that he could not feel.

Virginia Woolf
Mrs. Dalloway


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prince
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posted 15 September 2001 02:50 PM      Profile for prince     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Think it Over..

Today we have higher buildings and wider highways,
But
Shorter temperaments and narrower points of view.

We spend more
But
Enjoy less

We have bigger houses
But
Smaller families

We have more compromises
But
Less time

We have more knowledge
But
Less judgment

We have more medicine
But
Less health

We have multiplied our possessions
But
Reduced our values

We talk much, we love only a little and we hate too much

We reached the moon and came back
But
We find it difficult to cross the street and meet our neighbours

We have conquered outer space
But
Not our inner space

We have higher income
But
Less morals

These are times with more liberty
But
Less joy

With much food
But
Less nutrition

These are the days when two salaries get home
But
Divorces increase

These are times of finer houses
But
Broken homes

That is why I propose that as from today:

You do not keep anything for a special occasion
Because
Every day that you live is a special occasion

Search for knowledge, read more, sit on your front porch
And admire the view, without paying attention to the needs.

Pass more time with your family,
Eat your favorite food,
Visit the place you love.

Life is a chain of moments of enjoyment
It isn't only survival.

Use your crystal goblets.
Do not save your best perfume
Use it every time you think you want it.

Take out from your vocabulary phrases like
"One of these days" and "Someday"

Let's write that letter we thought of writing
"One of these days"

Let us tell our family and friends,
How much we love them.

That's why do not delay anything adding
laughter and joy to your life.

Every day, hour and minute are special
and you don't know if it will be your last.


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prince
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posted 15 September 2001 03:43 PM      Profile for prince     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I got this from a freind in the U.S.
These are his thoughts.


If I was writing a new Biblical section stating what happened Tuesday, I would say
a vain, arrogant, immoral, hedonistic, society got burned badly by the finger of God,
then kept asking themselves why. They were blind to the misery of their children and
50% divorce rate, and God wanted to poke them hard. To make them PRAY.


To put them eyeball to eyeball with the most conservative religious group on the planet.
To make them think.


The fanatical murderers who were God's instrument, were driven to their acts out
of fear our culture would overwhelm and totally corrupt their wives and children
and damn them all to hell.


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Catalyst
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posted 17 September 2001 01:46 AM      Profile for Catalyst   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
This is taken a little out of context. I immediately heard it in my head when Dubya called the events of the 11th an "Attack on Freedom."

Chains! Chains! Chains! How many souls have died in freedom's name?
To some it is a way of life, to others just a word
To some it is a snow white dove, to some a bloody sword
But until the last chains fall, freedom will make slaves of us all.
---Eric Bogle
[edited out my sleep deprived typos]

[ September 17, 2001: Message edited by: Catalyst ]


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JCL
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posted 17 September 2001 03:53 PM      Profile for JCL     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"The purpose of the blues isn't to make you feel better, it's to make others feel worse."
- the late Bleeding Gums Murphy from the Simpsons

"There is a fine line between clever and stupid."
- from the movie This Is Spinal Tap


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skdadl
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posted 20 September 2001 04:11 PM      Profile for skdadl     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"Brevis esse laboro, / Obscurus fio."

"It is when I am struggling to be brief that I become unintelligible."

Horace, Ars Poetica


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flotsom
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posted 01 October 2002 01:43 AM      Profile for flotsom   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts. (Emerson)
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Disturbed
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posted 01 October 2002 02:07 AM      Profile for Disturbed     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Jingo Bells

‘Twas the day before Christmas, and bombs were still dropping
While America frantically finished its shopping;
The catalogs, glossy, boasted products obscene,
Packaged in red, white and blue and in green.

The children lay fearful and cold in their beds
While a President’s message crept into their heads;
If your mamma is too cheap to fill up your stocking,
She’s anti-American and isn’t that shocking?

When a child wracked with hunger in the slums of Kabul
Found a food package, yellow, and started to drool.
Tearfully kneeling she began to say grace,
Then she picked it up slowly and it blew off her face

And back in the Homeland the News channels were churning
What Christmas Day Specials will keep patriotism burning?
Mark Bingham would be great if he wasn’t a pansy,
Or a dead-five-years tribute to JonBenet Ramsey!

And back in DC there was plenty of fuss,
What’s best for America, what’s best for us?
Congress was leaving, yes lawmakers were going
With bailouts to airlines and sweet deals to Boeing;

“My stimulus package,” did the President cry,
And sent out Ari Fleischer to cajole and to lie.
“Get them to spend every penny they make.
If they love their dear country, who needs bread when there’s cake?”

“With a weakened economy, this is not rocket science!
(As we give planes, bombs and guns to the Northern Alliance).
The joy of so much military spending’s a thrill
I’ll call in John Ashcroft, civil liberties kill.”

And brands that were battered were doing all that they could,
To get you to spend just to make you feel good.
Banana Republic and Levis and Gap
Draped their product in flags and then offered them back.

Abercrombie and Fitch yanked the sex off their shelves.
Not quite the right year to sell Santa fucking his elves.
Taliban Barbie with her own Barbie burka
And an Al-Quaeda Ken just to whip and to rape her.

Starbucks sold coffee in cups green, red and blue.
We’re American, how can we prove it to you?
We will sell toys to your son and then games to your daughter.
We’ll sell cups to your parents and sell firemen water.

Neiman and Macys, how dare we the two,
Compare by the products they’re selling to you.
Or by their displays draped in flags bright and sunny
Confuse mark-ups with bulk while you give them all of your money.

And in Beverly Hills in Department store Saks
Patriot teacups sat on Old Glory racks.
Pearl Harbor gingerbread, Hollywood always delivers,
Winona stashing goods on prescription pain killers.

Burdines and Bloomingdales, Sears, Chrysler, Ford
FedExing dough in the name of the Lord.
God Bless America, bless our faith-based solutions.
Spending spree binges triumphing old constitutions.

I woke with a jump, could this really be true?
That Christmas forever’s now red white and blue.
Oh where have I been, little TV have I seen.
“JINGO BELLS DARLINGS, THE MONEY’S STILL GREEN!”

Clinton FeinJingo Bells


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TommyPaineatWork
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posted 01 October 2002 02:12 AM      Profile for TommyPaineatWork     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"Out, damned spot! out, I say!-- One; two; why, then 'tis
time to do't ;--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier,
and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call
our power to account?--Yet who would have thought the old man to
have had so much blood in him?"

Billy Shakesguy. It's like he lives here.


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Arch Stanton
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posted 01 October 2002 02:40 AM      Profile for Arch Stanton     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Never shake thy gory locks at me!

ibid.


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flotsom
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posted 01 October 2002 02:48 AM      Profile for flotsom   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
...our monuments shall be the maws of kites.
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flotsom
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posted 01 October 2002 03:03 AM      Profile for flotsom   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
(duplication)

[ October 01, 2002: Message edited by: flotsom ]


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colettealana
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posted 01 October 2002 12:21 PM      Profile for colettealana     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Shelley


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themorninglight
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posted 02 October 2002 09:41 PM      Profile for themorninglight   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Yes I know my enemies. They're the teachers who taugh me to fight me. Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission, ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite; all of which are American dreams.

-Zack de la Rocha, Raga Against the Machine
"Know Your Enemy"


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flotsom
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posted 10 October 2002 02:28 AM      Profile for flotsom   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
"Though they are hungry food will not fill them, and shelter gives no place to rest."
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Amy
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posted 10 October 2002 03:38 AM      Profile for Amy   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
ceux qui font les revolutions a moitie ne font que se creuser un tombeau

"Those who make revolutions half-way merely dig their own graves"
--Saint-Just



this was written on a wall somewhere in paris around may68...

edited to add: sorry about the missing accents... my computer would not cooperate

[ October 10, 2002: Message edited by: wizkid ]


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