Thursday, 9 October 2008

Photomonth -London

http://www.photomonth.org/

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse





Banker Politician Boss Landlord





Post- Armageddon
"They shall beat their swords into ploughshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation shall not raise sword against nation nor train for war any more." Micah 4:3

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_Horsemen_of_the_Apocalypse

Monday, 6 October 2008

Jack London-socialist




http://www.workersliberty.org/blogs/paulhampton/2008/08/13/jack-london-socialist





Londons' writings

http://www.jacklondons.net

http://london.sonoma.edu

William Morris


http://www.workersliberty.org/blogs/paulhampton/2008/03/12/1-william-morris-%E2%80%93-marxist-our-time

William Morris

The Earthly Paradise (1868-70)

Forget six counties overhung with smoke,
Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke,
Forget the spreading of the hideous town;
Think rather of the pack-horse on the down,
And dream of London, small and white and clean,
The clear Thames bordered by its gardens green;
Think, that below bridge the green lapping waves
Smite some few keels that bear Levantine staves,
Cut from the yew wood on the burnt-up hill,

Bob Dylan names Burns as inspiration

http://www.theherald.co.uk/search/display.var.2457326.0.bob_dylan_names_burns_as_inspiration.php

O, my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!

O I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!