The Shock Doctrine , The Property Lobby , All the Cronyism in one place!
Dominant Narratives. I had a go at the main Narratives with this Blog. 1. Globalisation and Urbanisation. 2.Petrodollar Hegemony. Addiction to Oil. 3. Man Made Global Warming 4. Overshoot Overpopulation 5. Elitism, Starfucking worship of ”The Elites**
Syria is the present lens through which the Powers that be wish us to focus our attention we need to ask what is it distracting our attention from. It Struck me the other day that the 2008 Financial Crisis was shunted off the agenda when Libya went hot in 2011. The Causes of and remedies to the 2008 Melt Down have similarly been obviscated and memory-holed in equal measure.
Work without Hope
BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
Lines Composed 21st February 1825
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.
Exegis Momentum Pushkin
Exegi Monumentum
By A.S. Pushkin
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
We heard him say, “I will destroy this temple that is made with hands, and within three days I will build another made without hands.”
-Mark 14:58I’ve reared a monument not built by human hands.
The public path to it cannot be overgrown.
With insubmissive head far loftier it stands
Than Alexander’s columned stone.No, I shall not all die. My soul in hallowed berth
Of art shall brave decay and from my dust take wing,
And I shall be renowned while on this mortal earth
A single poet lives to sing.Tidings of me shall spread through all the realm of Rus
And every tribe in Her shall name me as they speak:
The haughty western Pole, the east’s untamed Tungus,
North Finns and the south steppe’s Kalmyk.And long shall I a man dear to the people be
For how my lyre once quickened kindly sentiment,
I in a tyrant age who sang of liberty,
And mercy toward fallen men.To God and his commands pay Thou good heed, O Muse.
To praise and slander both be nonchalant and cool.
Demand no laureate’s wreath, think nothing of abuse,
And never argue with a fool.
STILL HAVE FAITH IN THE SYSTEM, VINNIE DOESN’T BE LIKE VINNIE
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Globalisation Un-Entangled. (A FOUND POEM, CIPHER OF GLOBALISM )
A TRILOGY IN FOUR PARTS.
USURY HELL´S FUEL MANS OPPRESSOR
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All About Me. My Poetry Book. https://t.co/Of8o7HxSWK via @rld_real_CPR
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