The nation did not begin to realize the extraordinary possibilities of the vast Western territory until its attention was thus suddenly and definitely concentrated on the Pacific by the annual addition of over fifty million dollars to the circulating medium.
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The circulating medium being issued only by those who labor, they would suddenly become invested with all the wealth and all the power; and those who did not labor, be they ever so rich now, would as suddenly become poor and powerless.
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Why Be A Bukowski Or An Emily? They Are All Dead
hey friend, dear poet
why be an emily dickenson or a charles bukowski
or a walt whitman or an ezra pound
look man, they are all dead
they're great, they have given themselves
extraordinary fames
commensurate to their extraordinary works
but they are all dead
and they have no more possibilities
they are all impotents
and faded and (forgive the word)
gone, gone, gone, gone.
let them be but part of our memories,
nothing but maps, guides, to the roads that we must now
take,
ghosts, famous ghosts, but ghosts just the same,
spirits, their poems are here with us
as a legacy
but we are alive, we are the possibilities
we are more than miserable with our
search for meaning
our quest to justify our insignificances
these little cravings for light
and scent and color
these little lives we have
if true to our miseries
as they were true to theirs
we can even be more
than what they had in their own time
in their own lives
have become......
sail on man, sail on, in the ocean of possibilities
in the vast space of our potentialities
we can be ourselves, truly ourselves,
that to me,
is greatness enough
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In the same manner if any nation wasted part of its wealth, or lost part of its trade, it could not retain the same quantity of circulating medium which it before possessed.
quote by David Ricardo
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Medium
Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
And I think about the amount of the sweet,
Id like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
Id like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Dinner time just rolls around,
And I think I crave a steak but,
Im not too partial to the meat,
When its cooked too long and Im made to wait.
Not too much of the parsony,
And just enough of the spice.
I think Id enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. just a medium. medium.
? ? ? and I smell the pits but ? ? ? ? ? .
I couldve sworn a ? ? ? last week and scrubbed like ? ? ? .
I like to stink just a little bit,
Just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
That you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. medium. medium.
song performed by by Incubus
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Travelogue #1-Western Siberian Wedding
Western Siberia,
Soviet Union dissolved,
Western capital welcome
oil projects abundant.
Old oil town, five story shelters, sandy streets.
One restaurant, good for all.
Reservations for Saturday
wedding underway, music playing, laughter.
We look at them, they look at us
could have been Wisconsin.
Dollars and rose to head table
two bottles of champaigne in return
we are part of the wedding party
we danced with the bride.
Leaving, father of the bride shook hands.
'Would you like a video of this evening?
One hundred fifty dollars.'
Nouveau riche, big bear alert, watch your shirt.
poem by Jim Norausky
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I'll promise to go easier on drinking and to get to bed earlier, but not for you, fifty thousand dollars, or two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars will I give up women. They're too much fun.
I mean, what Fiat had it was not very big, it was something like forty or fifty million dollars, but it's enough to get revolving credit, to get starting away again, the buying of new machinery.
quote by Gianni Agnelli
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In 1862, Abraham Lincoln signed the Homestead Act, a bill opening one half million square miles of territory in the western United States for settlement.
quote by Peter Agre
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I get so tired listening to one million dollars here, one million dollars there, it's so petty.
quote by Imelda Marcos
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In order to be a top-tier candidate, I need 7.5 million dollars, and I currently have 0.0 million dollars.
quote by Stephen Colbert
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It has a sound and rational circulating medium, a real and definite representative of wealth.
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In Rwanda that genocide happened because the international community and the Security Council refused to give, again, another 5000 troops which would have cost, I don't know, maybe fifty, a hundred, million dollars.
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Right now, I'm worth a million dollars, and I owe Uncle Sam a million-and-a-half dollars, and I made a deal with him. I said, 'Uncle Sam, I'm going to pay you 25 grand a month.'
quote by Robert Blake
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Money doesn't always bring happiness. People with ten million dollars are no happier than people with nine million dollars.
quote by Hobart Brown
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Many now born, by the time they are voters will compose part of a nation with a genius nowhere equaled, and with a vast territory upon which those energies and that genius can operate.
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Will Be Here/ When I No Longer Am
As I walk I suddenly think that the trees and houses of Mishmar Ha- Am street
Will be here
When I no longer am-
But then I wonder
When it will come for them?
Twenty years? Fifty? a million? ten million? A trillion? More?
Eventually inevitably it will come-
All things come to an end even non- living ones -
All will end
All will die-
One day the light will not shine on our earth
And one day too the sun itself will be a different darkness
And beyond that all we can know and dream-
Death is the master and will end all-
How I can contend then with the sorrow of this?
I do not know-
God Alone may know how to contend with it-
But then God must know what no one and nothing else does
How to never let the Ending come.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Suddenly Silence
Where there was communication,
Suddenly silence.
Where there was conversation,
Suddenly silence.
Where there was interaction,
Suddenly silence.
Where there were possibilities,
Suddenly silence.
Where there was happiness,
Suddenly silence.
So where have you gone,
That suddenly you are silent?
What is your reason that
Suddenly you are silent?
How will I know why
You are suddenly silent?
Must I be suddenly silent, too?
(4.30.7 Inner Thoughts (PFD))
poem by Heather Z. Hanna
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You don't have to make, you know, $3 Million dollars a movie, or $20 Million dollars a movie, but if you make a living doing what you love doing, then that's success to me.
quote by Ving Rhames
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Very Sartrean...
he had only one choice
and he takes it and survives
at the end
he sowed more choices
but eventually in order to live that simply
he discarded the other choices
'sacrifices, cuts and trashes' he declares.
and then she who was born with all
the fortunes and good genetic lineage
is bombarded with a million or more choices
as though she is a tiny boat
thrown into the Pacific Ocean
tossed by all the possibilities
which she had no power
to ignore
she sinks and drowns herself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Planet Earth Wants To Be Clean Green Nuclear Free
possibilities
endless possibilities
dance before mind’s eye
dreams
so many dreams
shapes forms sizes dissimilar
latent possibilities
real within vision mind
so easy to achieve
with concentration
with focused effort
with drive determination
if acted upon
realized brought
forth into fruition
presently globally alas
in a state of being
not evident or active...
yet time is short
global needs concerns
loom ever larger
it is time to reach
conscientious
take environmental
action! ! !
possibilities
prospects chances
of future success
lie within windows
of opportunity
now potentiality is
an attitude aptitude
for global restoration
to be detail developed
now with clean green
energy conservation efficiency
endless benefits use
renewable resources! ! !
inherent latent ability
capability the possibility
of happening existing
making it real! ! !
an emphasis on hydro power
solar thermal wind free sustainable
clean renewable safe energies
pipe dreams
no modern western
industrialized nation
will focus on such dreams
realize such dreams
make such dreams happen
an environmental reality?
wrong! ! !
clean green nuclear free New Zealand
to be achieved when?
New Zealand became
a Nuclear Free nation in 1987!
New Zealand passed
strong anti-nuclear laws.
New Zealand legislation
encompasses a responsible global stance
as a nation opposing weapons
of mass destruction! ! !
New Zealand supports
nuclear disarmament
contributes significantly
to international discussion.
New Zealand legislation
implements regional international
obligations under different treaties
to promote nuclear disarmament.
New Zealand has already
celebrated over twenty years
of clean green nuclear free! ! !
Is it not time
your government
came of age?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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