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Archive for June 8th, 2009

Ezra Pound: In a Station of the Metro

by on Jun.08, 2009, under poetry

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The apparition of these faces in the crowd;

Petals on a wet, black bough.


Ezra Pound (1913)

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Gordon the Unlucky

by on Jun.08, 2009, under economics, politics

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By PAUL KRUGMAN

Published: June 7, 2009

LONDON


What would have happened if hanging chads and the Supreme Court hadn’t denied Al Gore the White House in 2000? Many things would clearly have been different over the next eight years.

But one thing would probably have been the same: There would have been a huge housing bubble and a financial crisis when the bubble burst. And if Democrats had been in power when the bad news arrived, they would have taken the blame, even though things would surely have been as bad or worse under Republican rule.

You now understand the essentials of the current political situation in Britain.

For much of the past 30 years, politics and policy here and in America have moved in tandem. We had Reagan; they had Thatcher. We had the Garn-St. Germain Act of 1982, which dismantled New Deal-era banking regulation; they had the Big Bang of 1986, which deregulated London’s financial industry. Both nations had an explosion of household debt and saw their financial systems become increasingly unsound.

Nore via Op-Ed Columnist – Gordon the Unlucky – NYTimes.com.

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This Year’s Model

by on Jun.08, 2009, under music

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Fast Tube by Casper">This Year\’s Girl

Repressive Desublimation, anyone?


Fast Tube by Casper">This Year\’s Girl – Live


Fast Tube by Casper">I Don\’t Want to Go to Chelsea (Live)

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Sonnet 116 – Shakespeare

by on Jun.08, 2009, under poetry

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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-fixèd 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.

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