What to Do with All Those Old Tories and "Multi-Culti"

CORIOLANUSYou common cry of curs! whose breath I hateAs reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prizeAs the dead carcasses of unburied menThat do corrupt my air, I banish you;And here remain with your uncertainty!Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,Fan you into despair! Have the power stillTo banish your defenders; till at lengthYour ignorance, which finds not till it feels,Making not reservation of...

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The End of the History of Art? by Hans Belting

We have heard before of the end of the history of art: the end both of art itself and of the scholarly study of art. Yet every time that apparently inevitable end was lamented, things nevertheless carried on, and usually in an entirely new direction. Art is produced today in undiminished volume; the academic discipline, too, sur­vives, although with less vitality and more self-doubt than ever. What does stand seriously in question is that conception...

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Kirsten Dunst and The Heart of Greenland

I wanted to praise the northern lights,  because it is beautiful  and it can not be mutilated. I wanted to say:  think of those rare comets, far away from it all, and of this old heart of Greenland in his armor, indestructible and think, my hand, what you never touch,  this is the world, which is much  because we are little.  I wanted to praise the northern lights.  but in its ice ageless crevices it says nothingthe...

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Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge - The Theater of Imagination's Zenith

In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea.So twice five miles of fertile groundWith walls and towers were girdled round:And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;And here were forests ancient as the hills,Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slantedDown the green...

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Where is The Twilight Zone? Elegy By Charles Beaumont

A Montage Of Twilight Zone Time Stop Freezes "Would you mind repeating that?""I said, sir, that Mr. Friden said, sir, that he sees a city.""A city?""Yes sir."Captain Webber rubbed the back of his hand along his cheek."You realize, of course, that that is impossible?""Yes sir.""Send Mr. Friden in to see me, at once."The young man saluted and rushed out of the room. He returned with a somewhat older man who wore spectacles and frowned."Now then," said...

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El Alamein by John Jarmain

October 23, 1942, 21:40, the Highland Division's Black Watch Battalion advances across No Man's Land through the minefields playing "Highland Laddie" There are flowers now, they say, at El Alamein;Yes, flowers in the minefields now.So those that come to view that vacant scene,Where death remains and agony has beenWill find the lilies grow --- Flowers, and nothing that we know.So they rang the bells for us and Alamein, Bells which we could not hear....

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