In writing biography, fact and fiction shouldn't be mixed. And if they are, the fictional points should be printed in red ink, the facts printed in black ink.
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Have You Heard The News?
Flying thru the airwaves
Living thru the printed word
Flasher in the living room
Guru of the seen and heard
Who decides what we get to hear?
Fuzzy round the edges
Or making it clear?
Blinding us with those facts
Blinding us with those facts
Chorus
Have you heard the news?
Wo wo wo wooo
Have you heard the news?
Written on the black and white page
We cant believe what we read
Doubting of reality
Has become the new rage
Who says that truth is stranger than fiction?
Money [it talks] and it will cause less friction
A few white lies for a nice little sensation
Chorus
Little box in the corner
A picture worth a thousand words
But who chooses which pictures we see?
Who decides on the commentary?
Keeping people in a state of confusion
Theres a thin line between facts and illusion
Diverting our attention from big brother in the city
Chorus
When will we get, when will we get to the real nitty gritty,
Nitty gritty, nitty gritty
When will we get to it, when will we get to it now, when will we get to
It
When will we get to it?
Living thru the printed word
[flasher] in the living room
Guru of the seen and heard
Who decides what we get to hear?
Fuzzy round the edges
Or making it clear?
Blinding us with those facts oh
Blinding us with those facts
Chorus
Have you heard, have you heard?
Chorus
song performed by by Howard Jones
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I grow daily to honour facts more and more, and theory less and less. A fact, it seems to me, is a great thing; a sentence printed, if not by God, then at least by the Devil.
quote by Thomas Carlyle
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As a child, I read science fiction, but from the very beginnings of my reading for pleasure, I read a lot of non-fictional history, particularly historical biography.
quote by Norman Spinrad
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Life shouldn't be printed on dollar bills.
quote by Clifford Odets
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Power Of The Media
Flying through the airwaves
Living through the printed word
Flasher in the living room
Guru of the seen and heard
Who decides what we get to hear
Fuzzy round the edges or making it clear
Blinding us with those facts
Chorus
The power of the media will make up our minds
The power of the media will take down our minds
Written on the black and white page
We cant believe what we read
Tarting up reality has become the new rage
Who said the truth is stranger than fiction
A few white lies for a nice little sensation
Buy up a paper you can influence the nation
Little box in the corner
A picture worth a thousand words
But who chooses which pictures we see
Who decides on the commentary
Keeping people in a state of confusion
Theres a thin line between facts and illusion
Diverting our attention from big brother in the city
When will we get to the real nitty gritty
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Daisy (Fun Poem 118)
I have a little cat named Daisy
who just loves my company.
Whenever I’m on my computer,
she goes to sleep on my printer
on the shelf just above my head.
Whenever I go to print something out
she tries to nick the paper
before it is printed on,
Then when the paper is printed
it has perforations by her teeth.
Now I am beginning to wonder
if she thinks that I read Braille.
6 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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I set records that will never be equaled. In fact, I hope 90% of them don't even get printed.
quote by Bob Uecker
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I became quite taken over by Johnson's personality at some points while writing the biography, and since I went straight on to The Closed Circle afterwards, I did sometimes feel I could hear him whispering in my ear while I was working on it.
quote by Jonathan Coe
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Cards Or Money
I hate those cards,
that are called,
Master and visa,
for these making me,
to worry about,
the Money, I need to pay.
and always check my credibility,
month after month,
with at least,
ten percent payment.
Freshly printed money,
just out of ATM,
so fresh, very stiff,
no smell of sweat and drugs,
stick with one another,
as sisters, or,
the worn out money,
with the smell of dirt,
stay away from one another,
as brothers.
I like spending,
printed notes.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Tempora
Io! Io! Tamuz!
The Dryad staiids in my court-yard
With plaintive, querulous crying.
(Tamuz. Io! Tamuz!)
Oh, no, she is not crying: 'Tamuz.'
She says, 'May my poems be printed this week?
The god Pan is afraid to ask you,
May my poems be printed this week?'
poem by Ezra Pound
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Girl From Pachacamac
i wish i'd had the time to look into your eyes
and quietly say the words, the words that you'd expect
i wish i'd touched your face and you would hold my hand
then tears were on our guard and silence was our friend
and we would leave behind the chaos in our lifes
the struggle and the strife and the black and white
and all the letters that we wrote
would be printed out in gold
in our memories to behold
without explanations
to be told...
i dreamt i had the time to listen what you'd say
and what you'd say was true and we could start anew
i saw u bachstage in that chair
dressed up in lies but oh so fair
and then i took you by the hand and off we went
and we just drank to quench our thirst
that never dies and always burns
deep in the night out on the streets
i'd like to kiss you too but it wouldn't do
and all the poems that we wrote
would be printed out in gold
in our memories to behold
without explanations
to be told...
and we would leave behind the chaos in our lifes
the struggle and the strife and the black and white
and all the letters that we wrote
would be printed out in gold
in our memory to behold without explanations...
and we just drink to quench our thirst
that never dies and always burns
deep in the night out on the streets
i'd like to kiss you too without explanations..
to be told..
song performed by by Alphaville
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Kneel Before This Fictional Power
Kneel before this fictional power,
Bow to those whom stand above,
the ones whom hover over us thinking were mere pigs wallowing in filth,
While you eat as a king, remeber One day you shall be like us...
Eat your fortunes for now, They soon shall be taken, and passed around,
passing all you were, or passing around all you thought yourselves to be.
Kneel before this fictional power,
We strive for nothing you have,
Because what you have is a fiction,
Disgust filled you are, to rotten from outside, to core,
Your decay, doesn't reach us though,
It stays above poisoning all of you.
Kneel Before this fictional power
Rest upon this crimson shoulder,
Brothers and sisters remeber this day,
We begin to rise from the opressions opressed upon us,
We lift ourselves up, we gift upon the world a new day,
Love whom you love, hate whom you hate,
Kneel before this fictional power
Don't let such powerless fictions tell you who to be,
Your you, no one else, your not me, as I am not you,
Rise above the ones above us,
We shall bow before this fictional power no more.
poem by Crimson Love
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User-friendly
Do we inhabit some micro-space
And interface through wires.
Dance on a printed circuit board
Throw the software to the fires.
My memorys slim --- so volatile
But Im learning.
Plug yourself in. stay for awhile.
Un-discerning.
And on dusty terminals
Finger me lightly do.
And qwerty is the name of love
Printed on the v.d.u.
Cut yourself free. were all alone
Communicating.
Dont bother me with arithmetic ---
Im waiting.
User-friendly.
Thats what I am to you.
I have to break out of here.
Trapped in my hardware cell.
And come to you as you sleep tonight,
Take you back into my hell.
Binary joys and digital sighs
So appealing.
Im one of the boys and its only
Your mind that Im stealing.
User-friendly.
Thats all I am to you.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Provisions
What should we have taken
with us? We never could decide
on that; or what to wear,
or at what time of
year we should make the journey
So here we are in thin
raincoats and rubber boots
On the disastrous ice, the wind rising
Nothing in our pockets
But a pencil stub, two oranges
Four Toronto streetcar tickets
and an elastic band holding a bundle
of small white filing cards
printed with important facts.
poem by Margaret Atwood
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I Shouldn't … but, I do.
I like the way you look at me,
Every time you look at me...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I like the way you talk to me,
When you say the things you shouldn't be...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I liked the feeling of your company,
When you'd carve out some time for me...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I like the sound of your voice,
Pulling at me, like I have no choice,
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
Thoughts of you are frequent for me,
Though, I try not to think of you.
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I can't help that I feel this way,
Believe me, it's much to my dismay,
There wasn't
But,
NOW
There is a
YOU...
If you only knew,
How much I try,
How often I fail..
When I try
To try
Not to think of
YOU.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Why shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.
quote by Mark Twain
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Crosseyed & Painless
Lost my shape-trying to act casual!
Cant stop-i might end up in the hospital
Im changing my shape-i feel like an accident
Theyre back!-to explain their experience
Isnt it weird/looks too obscure to me
Wasting away/and that was their policy
Im ready to leave-i push the fact in front of me
Facts lost-facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there!-no information left of any kind
Lifting my head-looking for danger signs
There was a line/there was a formula
Sharp as a knife/facts cut a hole in us
There was a line/there was a forula
Sharp as a knife/facts cut a hole in us
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
The feeling returns/whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside
The island of doubt-its like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight-got the message from the oxygen
Making a list-find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right-facts are useless in emergencies
The feeling returns/whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside.
Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts dont do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts dont stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Some major writers have a huge impact, like Ayn Rand, who to my mind is a lousy fiction writer because her writing has no compassion and virtually no humor. She has a philosophical and economical message that she is passing off as fiction, but it really isn't fiction at all.
quote by Theodore Sturgeon
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Things That Thrill You
Nothing to read for escapism or dreams,
only Arthur Mee's Encyclopaedia printed
before World War II taken with me when
I went for coffee - printed in 1933 - joy in
Britain about Broadcasting House and the
BBC, commemorate listening to news of
the King's demise, marvelling at the new
technology, the main announcer being the
most loved voice in the British Isles
Told commiserating colleagues of my dire
lack of reading matter - An outrage - they
exclaimed, having to read that old book -
I described a new scene in my Government
opera where former official's souls are stuck
in an eternal Indaba held in the Government
Valhalla, all stoppering their ghostly ears with
ectoplasm as a long-winded Chief Director
delivers an interminable speech
This is a scene in hell! - they exclaimed and
ran away - My point exactly - I told their re-
treating backs; returned to my desk to read
my guru's advice - ‘Being happy is the cor-
nerstone of your being, choose things that
thrill you' - writing my Opera thrills me, but
anglicising French texts on how politicians
bankrupted a country in Africa does not,
they destroyed their own soul
Like a snake swallowing itself
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter V: Fact
A lie with no fact is an ego
A lie with some fact is an argument
A lie with all fact is a plagiarism
A fact with no lie is a truth
A fact with some lie is a gossip
A fact with all lie is a fiction
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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