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A Song of Liberty

1. The Eternal Female groan'd! it was heard over all the Earth:
2. Albion's coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint!
3 Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers and mutter across the ocean: France, rend down thy dungeon;
4. Golden Spain, burst the barriers of old Rome;
5. Cast thy keys, O Rome, into the deep down falling, even to eternity down falling,
6. And weep!
7. In her trembling hands she took the new born terror howling;
8. On those infinite mountains of light, now barr'd out by the atlantic sea, the new born fire stood before the starry king!
9. Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages, the jealous wings wav'd over the deep.
10. The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield; forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair, and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night.
11. The fire, the fire, is falling!
12. Look up! look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance: O Jew, leave counting gold! return to thy oil and wine. O African! black African! (go, winged thought widen his forehead.)
13. The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking sun into the western sea.
14. Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary element roaring fled away:
15. Down rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the jealous king; his grey brow'd councellors, thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and shields, and chariots, horses, elephants, banners, castles, slings and rocks,
16. Falling, rushing, ruining! buried in the ruins, on Urthona's dens;
17. All night beneath the ruins, then, their sullen flames faded, emerge round the gloomy King.
18. With thunder and fire: leading his starry hosts thro' the waste wilderness, he promulgates his ten commands, glancing his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay,
19. Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the morning plumes her golden breast,
20. Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law to dust, loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying:

Empire is no more! and now the lion & wolf shall cease.

Chorus

Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, no longer in deadly black, with hoarse note curse the sons of joy. Nor his accepted brethren, whom, tyrant, he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof. Nor pale religious letchery call that virginity, that wishes but acts not!

For every thing that lives is Holy.

Once more he stept into the street,
And to his lips again
Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;
And ere he blew three notes (such sweet
Soft notes as yet musician's cunning
Never gave the enraptured air)
There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling,
Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,
Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering,
And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering,
Out came the children running.
All the little boys and girls,
With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,
And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,
Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after
The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.

ВЫСТУПЛЕНИЕ ПРЕЗИДЕНТА РЕСПУБЛИКИ КУБА ФИДЕЛЯ КАСТРО РУСА НА АКТЕ ПО СЛУЧАЮ ПЕРВОГО ВЫПУСКА ЛАТИНОАМЕРИКАНСКОГО МЕДИЦИНСКОГО ИНСТИТУТА. ТЕАТР «КАРЛ МАРКС», 20 АВГУСТА 2005 ГОДА,

Ваши Превосходительства и дорогие друзья, кто, представляя страны, являющиеся родиной врачей, которых выпускают сегодня, почтил нас своим присутствием!
Настойчивые и прилежные молодые люди, которые сегодня выходят из стен института как врачи нового типа, и члены их семей!
Преподаватели и работники Латиноамериканского медицинского института!
Дорогие кубинские, карибские и латиноамериканские соотечественники!
Уважаемые гости!

Почти семь лет назад этот выпуск был мечтой. Сегодня это доказательство способности людей достичь самых высоких целей и настоящая награда для тех, кто, как мы, верит, что лучший мир в пределах досягаемости.
Эта идея возникла, когда информационные агентства начали распространять известия о том, что ураган Митч отнял жизнь у более чем 40 тысяч человек в Центральной Америке. Мы предложили направить туда отряд врачей, способных ежегодно спасать жизнь стольким людям, скольких унес ураган. Мы сделали это не колеблясь, хотя еще испытывали на себе самые жестокие удары особого периода. Это было возможно, потому что даже в разгар того страшного испытания после падения социалистического лагеря и Советского Союза, из-за которого мы лишились всяческого сотрудничества извне, и когда в мире считали, что наше дело проиграно, Революция ни на минуту не перестала создавать человеческий капитал.
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It was at precisely 5.47am on the morning of Friday 31 of December 1999 that a dark spirited pluralist began the dissection of 14-year-old Baby Grace. The arms of the victim were pin-cushioned with 16 hypodermic needles, pumping in four major preservatives, colouring agents, memory information transport fluids and some kind of green stuff. From the last and 17th, all blood and liquid was extracted. The stomach area was carefully flapped open and the intestines removed, disentangled and re-knitted as it were, into a small net or web and hung between the pillars of the murder-location, the grand damp doorway of Oxford Town Museum of Modern Parts, New Jersey. The limbs of Baby were then severed from the torso. Each limb was implanted with a small, highly sophisticated, binary-code translator which in turn was connected to small speakers attached to far ends of each limb. The selfcontained mini amplifiers were then activated, amplifying the decoded memory info-transport substances, revealing themselves as little clue haikus, small verses detailing memories of other brutal acts, well-documented by the ROMbloids. The limbs and their components were then hung upon the splayed web, slug-like prey of some unimaginable creature. The torso, by means of its bottom-most orifice, had been placed on a small support fastened to a marble base. It was shown to varying degrees of success depending upon where one stood from behind the web but in front of the Museum door itself, acting as both signifier and guardian to the act.

Из шестнадцати победителей конкурса красоты, устроенного учеными, лишь трое оказались простыми смертными. В шестерку лидеров при этом живые люди не попали. Более того, детей природы, а не техники, их ближние оценивали скорее негативно. 79% оригинальных лиц среди мужчин и 70% реально существующих женщин были названы несимпатичными или даже страшными.