December 24, 2009 at 1:37 P.M. An advertisement from "Google Ads" was imposed on this site, where no advertisement of any kind is allowed, suggesting that the allegations in the quoted newspaper articles pertaining to U.S. and N.J. human rights abuses are mere "movie nonsense." You decide.
"Movie Showtimes, One-Click Access to Upcoming Movie Showtimes Near You. Search on. www.goggle.com/Movies " ( I doubt this message is from Google.)
December 21, 2009 at 1:55 P.M. Numerous writings were vandalized over the past several days, some texts were altered or defaced several times, after corrections were made -- including my short story "Master and Commander." I will do my best to make all necessary corrections. ("What is it like to be tortured?" and "How Censorship Works in America.")
Christmas Greetings
[From a Fairy to a Child]
By
Lewis Carroll
Lady dear, if Fairies may
For a moment lay aside
Cunning tricks and Elfish play.
'Tis a happy Christmas-tide.
We have heard the children say --
Gentle children, whom we love --
Long ago, on Christmas-Day,
Came a message from above.
Still, as Christmas-tide comes round,
They remember it again --
Echo still the joyful sound
"Peace on earth and good-will to men!"
Yet the hearts must child-like be
Where such heavenly guests abide;
Unto children in their glee,
All the year is Christmas-tide.
Thus, forgetting tricks and play
For a moment Lady dear,
We would wish you, if we may,
Merry Christmas, glad new year!
Christmas, 1867.
To One in Paradise
by
Edgar Allan Poe
Thou wast all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine --
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fancy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the future cries,
"On! on!" -- but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! with me
The light of life is o'er!
No more -- no more -- no more --
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the ends upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy [green] eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams --
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
