Monday, September 5, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
All that glitters is not gold...
MOROCCO:
O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll! I'll read the writing.
All that glitters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll'd:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll! I'll read the writing.
All that glitters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll'd:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
World and its rioters
RK
"What is wrong with our country? People riot over a game played by millionaires, but are silent on social injustice and the eroding of our quality of life? If we could harness this energy to protest things like rising gas prices and food costs, what a real difference we could make. I’m not advocating violence or torching cars, but the exuberance and zeal could improve our society, rather than destroying property for no reason at all. Sad really, I guess we get what we deserve. Funny how the proletariat are distracted by sport, and lash out at their country men who try to improve their lot in life (i.e. Canada Post Employees) rather than the Bourgeois who control the economy. Wake up people… wake up people!”
"What is wrong with our country? People riot over a game played by millionaires, but are silent on social injustice and the eroding of our quality of life? If we could harness this energy to protest things like rising gas prices and food costs, what a real difference we could make. I’m not advocating violence or torching cars, but the exuberance and zeal could improve our society, rather than destroying property for no reason at all. Sad really, I guess we get what we deserve. Funny how the proletariat are distracted by sport, and lash out at their country men who try to improve their lot in life (i.e. Canada Post Employees) rather than the Bourgeois who control the economy. Wake up people… wake up people!”
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
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