We have more patents on pigmented inks than anybody else.
quote by Antonio Perez
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I think software patents are a bad idea. Many patents are given for trivial inventions.
quote by Larry Wall
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Fighting patents one by one will never eliminate the danger of software patents, any more than swatting mosquitoes will eliminate malaria.
quote by Richard Stallman
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Power In The Pen
Such powers in ink
that gushes out link
It inks, inks and roll
That flows on apaged floor
Pushing and pushing
Arminder of the day
Twisting ang twisting
Mr keep walking
Dribbling and dribbling
The footballer of the year
And remains the same
In memorable clothed page
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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On some peculiar pigmented cells found in two mosquitoes fed on malarial.
quote by Ronald Ross
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If you're a large corporation, you can afford to pay the money to register patents, but if you're an individual like me, you can't.
quote by Larry Wall
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Sure, President Bush can say that the U.S. government won't fund stem cell research, but believe me, Japan is applauding. Because they will just do it first and get all the patents.
quote by Kevin J. Anderson
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Nature’s magic art
Inks its indelible stain for
Autumn’s saffron fire
haiku by Ken e Hall
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Nature’s magic art
Inks its indelible stain
Autumn’s saffron fire
haiku by Ken e Hall
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I decry the current tendency to seek patents on algorithms. There are better ways to earn a living than to prevent other people from making use of one's contributions to computer science.
quote by Donald Knuth
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BP An Indictment Crude
fresh oil inks the fertile sea not
from squid octopus origin
nature raped on a split tin can
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The software patent problem is not limited to Mono. Software patents affect everyone writing software today.
quote by Miguel de Icaza
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A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called "leaves") imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.
quote by Carl Sagan
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Our strategy in dealing with patents in Mono is the same strategy that any other software developer would take. In the event of a patent claim, we will try to find prior art to the claim of the patent.
quote by Miguel de Icaza
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Tesla Knew
Telsa knew of infinite power in empty space
Enough to satisfy all mankind’s energy needs
Jealous scientists tried to put him in his place
Yet, he did shine with many wondrous deeds
(In light of today’s energy crisis, is it not prudent to review Tesla’s work, patents and inventions?)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Paint your thoughts.
Raise a little joy in thought
see your joy in feelings
then live the joy by heart
and hold your feelings
till they are true dreams
and live whilst it beams
forget not to paint in inks
your passions as a poet thinks
poem by Clemence Wega
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Eclampsia
A catheter leaks,
quality of hearing suffers.
A tethered song sears on blue flames.
The actual, displaces the pain
truth becomes non-pigmented.
In space you move noisily
waking the birds.
Tomorrow will come with writhing cries-
bounties of past.
Not myself, himself, yourself.
The new experiments in womb
remained fruitless.
A malformed, distorted progeny was born
on payments without glory.
Masses were swelling without self knowing.
Thinker was silent. Philosopher was dumb.
Architect had the thumbs amputated.
A mausoleum of love remained unbuilt.
Sky was overcast, hid the sun.
The earth inherited the broken glass.
poem by Satish Verma
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Foolin' Wid De Seasons
Seems lak folks is mighty curus
In de way dey t'inks an' ac's.
Dey jes' spen's dey days a-mixin'
Up de t'ings in almanacs.
Now, I min' my nex' do' neighbour,--
He's a mighty likely man,
But he nevah t'inks o' nuffin
'Ceptin' jes' to plot an' plan.
All de wintah he was plannin'
How he 'd gethah sassafras
Jes' ez soon ez evah Springtime
Put some greenness in de grass.
An' he 'lowed a little soonah
He could stan' a coolah breeze
So 's to mek a little money
F'om de sugah-watah trees.
In de summah, he 'd be waihin'
Out de linin' of his soul,
Try 'n' ca'ci'late an' fashion
How he 'd git his wintah coal;
An' I b'lieve he got his jedgement
Jes' so tuckahed out an' thinned
Dat he t'ought a robin's whistle
Was de whistle of de wind.
Why won't folks gin up dey plannin',
An' jes' be content to know
Dat dey 's gittin' all dat's fu' dem
In de days dat come an' go?
Why won't folks quit movin' forrard?
Ain't hit bettah jes' to stan'
An' be satisfied wid livin'
In de season dat 's at han'?
Hit 's enough fu' me to listen
W'en de birds is singin' 'roun',
'Dout a-guessin' whut 'll happen
W'en de snow is on de groun'.
In de Springtime an' de summah,
I lays sorrer on de she'f;
An' I knows ol' Mistah Wintah
Gwine to hustle fu' hisse'f.
We been put hyeah fu' a pu'pose,
But de questun dat has riz
An' made lots o' people diffah
Is jes' whut dat pu'pose is.
Now, accordin' to my reas'nin',
Hyeah's de p'int whaih I 's arriv,
Sence de Lawd put life into us,
We was put hyeah fu' to live!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Imagination and memory of vision
I have not seen her chest,
All the time well wrapped in saree,
I can guess what shape it is.
I have not heard her talk
Love in words or in inks.
I could rehearse the hidden love.
She has not fallen on my arms.
I could still feel her arms.
I could relate to her in every form.
Imagination and impression are the vision
that substitute, each alike to send me
To sexual thought, accompanied by the act.
24.08.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Black Bruises IV
I can gorge the vile blackness,
the eviscerated acquiescence
like a dog-eats-dog carnival
I can endure the struggle
tasting blotted inks,
tasting cheap champagnes,
tasting one's molting skin,
tasting a chance to begin,
tasting cold greasy dishes,
tasting stark carnal sin,
tasting tar and nicotine,
tasting saline misery,
but am I the only one tasting
these black bruised savors?
poem by Norman Santos
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It's Cooking? [crossword VII]
A screw lost
From a machine gun
Which shoots inks
On a loner's bread
As lions give credit to
A magi of a tagline
At a toll
In Omaha
Top dosage was given
To a dope
Who dozed off
With the iceman's ax
And a chorale crooning
Pertaining to a doe swimming
Admist a coral
That has elm trees
Growing amongst it
With weasels
Making it their residence
As an angora goat
Reciting a poem
And playing yoyo simultaneously
At a gym
Built across a linkscape
So this is cooking?
poem by R.K. Cowles
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