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BRUSSELS – Outbursts of violence in both Greece and Spain are not preventing the respective governments from pushing ahead with the further austerity measures asked for by international lenders.
After weeks of haggling, the three-party coalition in Greece on Thursday (27 September) announced a “basic agreement” on €11.5 billion worth of spending cuts needed for the next tranche of bailout money to be disbursed.
But one of the three leaders, Fotis Kouvelis, said there were still some “outstanding issues”, without giving any details. Centre-right Prime Minister Antonis Samaras has struggled to convince his two junior coalition partners from the left to agree to more wage and pension cuts.
My Daddy was a charmer, boys, he had a lot of style He was shining best at everything he did They said that he could lighten up a room with just a smile And I was proud as hell to be his kid
It seemed like just as we were growing close together he was gone But it was long enough to show what I could be And I sometimes feel his spirit fill my body like a song And this is what my Daddy sings to me
Chorus: If they deal you down and dirty in a way you don’t deserve You’ll feel better if you take it like a man If you let ’em drive you crazy, boy, they’ll shut your business down Shake it off and get your licks in when you can ‘Cause the heart is all that matters in the end
They say every song is sweeter when you sing it from the heart I won’t knock it ’cause I tried it and it’s true I may never get to heaven, but I’ve seen a lot of stars And I’m here to bring the same advice to you.
Chorus: If they deal you down and dirty in a way you don’t deserve You’ll feel better if you take it like a man If you let ’em drive you crazy, boy, they’ll shut your business down Shake it off and get your licks in when you can ‘Cause the heart is all that matters in the end
Yes, the heart is all that matters in the end The heart is all that matters in the end
You can run you can hide never let it inside Keep livin’ your life in the dark But sooner or later that gentle persuader Is gonna catch up with your heart Make you a dreamer, believer Believin’ in love
Right when a man’s doin’ all that he can And he thinks he got just what he needs Life will deliver a shock that will shiver And drivin’ him down to his knees Make him start givin’ livin’, livin’ again
Out of the blue she reaches for you And you tell her you don’t have the time So you move away fast but you know it won’t last Cause you can’t get her off of your mind Thoughts are burnin’, turnin’ they’re turning around
How do you know when to stay or to go? And how do you know when it’s real? You don’t need a sign to make up your mind When you got your heart at the wheel You wanna start sharin’ carin’, carin’ again
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Love will turn you around, turn you around Love will turn you around, turn you around Turn you around
In 1066, King Edward the Confessor of England died childless. His cousin William of Normandy claimed that he had been promised the throne years earlier, yet Harold, duke of Wessex, was crowned instead. William then assembled a force of 5,000 knights and invaded. He was crowned less than three months later, following a swift and brutal conquest that had a profound and lasting effect on English life. When William landed at Pevensey on September 28, Harold’s forces were busy elsewhere—doing what? More…Discuss
In 2006, England introduced a program offering free bus passes to seniors, but budgetary concerns could soon bring the program to a screeching halt. However, terminating the program could in fact end up costing the government money. Research shows that senior citizens given free bus passes are more likely to undertake “active travel,” defined aswalking, cycling, or using public transportation. This, in turn, can reduce the risk of inactivity-related illnesses among the elderly, thereby cutting healthcare costs. More…Discuss
Resentment is an aching heart, A feeling – as material as black holes of a soul – The soul of the universe is darker than the Black hole in one’s aching heart, All that light poured in, Keeps it for ever mortal.
All light is engulfed, By the stories of vampires, and Batory, and other blue bloods… While the mistress of the night, restores till sunsets – So fireworks leave less smoke behind. Than the day washes off a night’s makeup, the glamour, now removed is lost to the black hole: Self denial is key – love as fear and guilt go hand in hand.
With the evidence that shadows have been breathed in by the greedy black hole,
Poet and artist William Blake is known for the complex mythology he created in his Prophetic Books. Among the characters that take shape in these writings is Orc, a positive figure symbolizing rebellion, passion, freedom, and revolution. He stands opposed to Urizen, a figure of order and tradition. Through characters such as these Blake analyzes the American and French revolutions, which took place during his lifetime. Orc’s life, which ends in rebirth, bears parallels to what religious figures? More…Discuss
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
Auguries of Innocence (poems) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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