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The frighteningly high human and financial costs of war - Al Jazeera English
The frighteningly high human and financial costs of war - Al Jazeera English
Study: over last 15 yrs, US military conflicts
-cost $13 trillion
-claimed 600,000 lives
-created 7 million refugees
Study: over last 15 yrs, US military conflicts
-cost $13 trillion
-claimed 600,000 lives
-created 7 million refugees
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from PECULIAR YOU
The
twilight sad. Untitled #27. Untitled #28
Walking
for two hours. I'm taking the train home
Forget the night ahead. Seven years of letters
Made to disappear. Reflection of the television
Scissors. The neighbours can't breathe. That room
That birthday present. Interrupted. At the burnside
Cold
days from the birdhouse. Fourteen Autumns and fifteen
Winters.
The weather is bad. I was hoping the winter was
Over.
That summer, at home I had become the invisible boy
The
wrong car. Throw yourself into the water again
And
she would darken the memory. I became a prostitute
Last year's rain didn't fall quite so hard. Mapped
By what surrounded themselves. Talking with
Fireworks/ Here, it never snowed. Afterwards it did
Now he was sitting on the limb of a tree and he said, “You, go get it!”
One
leg of a journey might be shaped.
To
double.
Like
women.
…
Diary
As
soon as the stuff is solidly attached, it begins to bud.
He
left his wife and that's the end of it.
Folding
paper wastebaskets.
An
aim, object, purpose, or intention.
No
smoking.
None
of that other stuff.
Or
would have if we had done the right thing.
A
container for papers.
This
may take you know what I mean in many of those things, dividing at
this thing or budding from that or those things, till the main thing
is surrounded by a something or other of things like itself, of which
the something or other, and which now begin to bud in their thing,
each one surrounding itself with something numerous, all remaining,
however, attached to the main thing.
An
outcome, result, upshot or consequence.
Nickel
ash trays or nut dishes.
….
The
something-shaped thing of the little ones crowded upon that other
thing of these marks the whatever it marks of each more or less
isolated or the other in such a thing as we have here.
– Bernadette
Mayer, Story
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
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What should I say,
Since faith is dead,
And truth away
From you is fled?
Should I be led
With doubleness?
Nay, nay, mistress!
I promised you,
And you promised me,
To be as true
As I would be.
But since I see
Your double heart,
Farewell my part!
Though for to take
It is not my mind,
But to forsake
But since I see
Your double heart,
Farewell my part!
Though for to take
It is not my mind,
But to forsake
[One so unkind]
And as I find,
So will I trust:
Farewell, unjust!
Can ye say nay?
But you said
That I alway
Should be obeyed?
And thus betrayed
Or that I wiste --
Farewell, unkissed.
-- Sir Thomas Wyatt
And as I find,
So will I trust:
Farewell, unjust!
Can ye say nay?
But you said
That I alway
Should be obeyed?
And thus betrayed
Or that I wiste --
Farewell, unkissed.
-- Sir Thomas Wyatt
What should I say,
Since faith is dead,
And truth away
From you is fled?
Should I be led
With doubleness?
Nay, nay, mistress!
I promised you,
And you promised me,
To be as true
As I would be.
But since I see
Your double heart,
Farewell my part!
Though for to take
It is not my mind,
But to forsake
But since I see
Your double heart,
Farewell my part!
Though for to take
It is not my mind,
But to forsake
[One so unkind]
And as I find,
So will I trust:
Farewell, unjust!
Can ye say nay?
But you said
That I alway
Should be obeyed?
And thus betrayed
Or that I wiste --
Farewell, unkissed.
-- Sir Thomas Wyatt
And as I find,
So will I trust:
Farewell, unjust!
Can ye say nay?
But you said
That I alway
Should be obeyed?
And thus betrayed
Or that I wiste --
Farewell, unkissed.
-- Sir Thomas Wyatt
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