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Saturday, November 06, 2010

Burnt Offerings At The Improvised Temple Mount [Today's News Poem, November 6, 2010]

Burnt Offerings At The Improvised Temple Mount [Today's News Poem, November 6, 2010]

Inscribe a message for yourself
And beggar neighbor as thyself.
Uncertainty's a chalice filled
With paper—burn it. Offer ash,
Your faith, to equilibrium.
For fire is never far from fashion,
And streets can stage revival shows.
While glass can hold a liquid, shards
Are likelier with cans ablaze:
It's broken, still, it holds a shape
Of use upon this temple mound.

"Ben S. Bernanke, the Federal Reserve chairman, continued on Saturday to rebut critics who feared the central bank’s latest bid to stimulate the economy could trigger dangerous inflation down the line and antagonize other countries by weakening the dollar."
—SEWELL CHAN, The New York Times, Published: November 6, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/07/business/economy/07fed.htm

"Looking out her front window in a usually quiet residential neighborhood in this city, Deanna Goldstein's knees began to shake. More than 100 protesters were hemmed in by police in riot gear. A trash can was blazing on the street. "I came home early from downtown to get away from the craziness, but the craziness came to me," she said."
—Associated Press, 2 hours ago, as of 1:10pm PST, 11/6/2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5he91v4QhLUNNA1JbUoqR-QaTdsDw?docId=5771d280dc464bee8dc899d6344a40d9



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Thursday, July 08, 2010

Quarantine the Relic [Today's News Poem, July 8, 2010]

Quarantine the Relic [Today's News Poem, July 8, 2010]

The city is blowing dioxins from chimneys.
And woozy, it staggered and fell on its stomach.
The freeways have punctured its lungs with the pillars
That carry the uniformed ghosts through the ghetto;
From suburb to office, bypassing this relic.
The city is coughing up blood and the pavement
Has flecks in its drool and the faces in windows
On trains are observing the symptoms with interest.
They're watching, uncertain of whether to vomit
Or cheer as the city is bleeding and gasping
For breath, as the officers quarantine Oakland
To death.

“Word of the Johannes Mehserle involuntary manslaughter verdict utterly transformed downtown Oakland in a matter of hours from a quiet enclave of office workers into a crush of more than 1,000 angry protesters, some of whom briefly skirmished with police. ”
– Matthai Kuruvila, Kevin Fagan, Jill Tucker,Nanette Asimov, The San Francisco Chronicle, Thursday, July 8, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/07/08/BAFL1EBKII.DTL&tsp=1



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