Noam Chomsky: WikiLeaks Cables Reveal "Profound Hatred for Democracy on the Part of Our Political Leadership" This is a rush transcript. Copy may not be in its final form. AMY GOODMAN: For reaction to the WikiLeaks documents, we’re joined now by world-renowned political dissident and linguist Noam Chomsky, Professor Emeritus at Massachusetts Institute of Technology, author of over a hundred books, including his latest, Hopes and Prospects. Well, 40 years ago, Noam and the late historian Howard Zinn helped government whistleblower Daniel Ellsberg edit and release the Pentagon Papers, the top-secret internal U.S. history of the Vietnam War. Noam Chomsky joins us now from Boston. It’s good to have you back again, Noam. NOAM CHOMSKY: Dan and I were friends. AMY GOODMAN: So, explain, though, how it worked. NOAM CHOMSKY: From Dan and — Dan Ellsberg and Tony Russo, who had done the xeroxing and the preparation of the material, yes, directly. AMY GOODMAN: [inaudible] exactly did you edit? NOAM CHOMSKY: Well, we didn’t modify anything. NOAM CHOMSKY: Outside of Dan Ellsberg and Tony Russo, yes. [break]
Still I Rise | Academy of American Poets Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928. She grew up in St. Louis and Stamps, Arkansas. Among her volumes of poetry are A Brave and Startling Truth (Random House, 1995); The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (1994); Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now (1993); Now Sheba Sings the Song (1987); I Shall Not Be Moved (1990); Shaker, Why Don’t You Sing? In 1959, at the request of Dr. The first black woman director in Hollywood, Angelou wrote, produced, directed, and starred in productions for stage, film, and television. Angelou died on May 28, 2014, in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, where she had served as Reynolds Professor of American Studies at Wake Forest University since 1982.
Anarchy In Your Head » Archive » The Slave Test Are you a slave? Recently I wrote about how governments manufacture and evoke powerful symbols to essentially brainwash us and keep us obedient. I used an analogy of similar tactics in the past to efficiently maintain the obedience of household slaves. The slave test is very simple and fair. So let’s consider what it really means to be a slave. An important part of the slave test is to avoid engaging in any aggressive behavior that might actually justify violent intervention. Bearing that in mind, the slave test is incredibly simple. Stay tuned!
Do not stand at my grave and weep Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after research by Abigail Van Buren, a newspaper columnist.[1] Full text[edit] Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on the snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. Origins[edit] Mary Frye, who was living in Baltimore at the time, wrote the poem in 1932. Mary Frye circulated the poem privately, never publishing or copyrighting it. The poem was introduced to many in Britain when it was read by the father of a soldier killed by a bomb in Northern Ireland. BBC poll[edit] ... Rocky J.
If You Had A Penis Growing From Your Elbow, You'd Probably Want To Cut It Off... The first time I ever touched someone else’s breasts, it was like discovering the seven wonders of the sexual world. The great pyramid of “God this shit is awesome.” Sometimes people ask me when I knew I was queer. I’m pretty sure I knew before I touched the boob, but after the boob, oh after the boob, everything was made clear to me. I love the back arch, the small sigh. Sometimes people ask me when I knew I was transgender. My body is something I can only love from afar, a mistress I can only caress in secret; it is death by way of choking. I tell myself that top surgery is expensive; it’s dangerous, the backaches from binding aren’t really all that bad. And I don’t want to hate my body for this. My best friend asks me why I want top surgery, a voluntary double mastectomy. these days, I can only love my chest like a good cry. I was born into a world that does not know what my Body means. There may be small errors in this transcript.
Chaos poem. [Journal of the Simplified Spelling Society, 1994/2 pp27-30 later designated J17] Introduced by Chris Upward A number of readers have been urging republication of The Chaos, the well-known versified catalogue of English spelling irregularities. Our stuttering progress towards the present version is of interest, as it testifies to the poem's continuing international impact. As he could not find out his whereabouts, the author presents his warmest thanks, should the latter happen to read this book". For the varied materials and information sent us over the years we are particularly indebted to: Terry De'Ath of Newcastle-upon-Tyne; Tom McArthur (Editor of English Today) of Cambridge; Benno Jost-Westendorf of Recklinghausen, Germany; Professor Che Kan Leong of the University of Saskatchewan, Canada; the Editor of Perfect Your English, Barcelona; and SSS committee member Nick Atkinson for the French reference. Three contributions in 1993-94 then largely filled in the gaps in the picture. No.
Button Poetry - Neil Hilborn - "Joey" After Silence by Neil Gaiman - the way out is through
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