One Thousand and One Nights (Arabic: كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة Kitāb alf laylah wa-laylah) is a collection of Middle Eastern and South Asian stories and folk tales compiled in Arabic during the Islamic Golden Age. It is often known in English as the Arabian Nights, from the first English language edition (1706), which rendered the title as The Arabian Nights' Entertainment.
The work was collected over many centuries by various authors, translators and scholars across the Middle East, Central Asia and North Africa. The tales themselves trace their roots back to ancient and medieval Arabic, Persian, Indian, Turkish, Egyptian and Mesopotamian folklore and literature. In particular, many tales were originally folk stories from the Caliphate era, while others, especially the frame story, are most probably drawn from the Pahlavi Persian work Hazār Afsān (Persian: هزار افسان, lit. A Thousand Tales) which in turn relied partly on Indian elements.
What is common throughout all the editions of the Nights is the initial frame story of the ruler Shahryār (from Persian: شهريار, meaning "king" or "sovereign") and his wife Scheherazade (from Persian: شهرزاد, possibly meaning "of noble lineage") and the framing device incorporated throughout the tales themselves. The stories proceed from this original tale; some are framed within other tales, while others begin and end of their own accord. Some editions contain only a few hundred nights, while others include 1,001 or more.
The Classic (Hangul: 클래식; Keulraesik) is a 2003 South Korean melodrama / romance film directed by Kwak Jae-yong.
The film tells the parallel love stories of a mother and daughter. The story of the mother is told partially in flashbacks.
The movie starts in the present day. The daughter, Ji-hye (Son Ye-jin), is cleaning-up around her house when she comes across a box full of old letters and a diary that detail the story of her mother, Joo-hee (who is also played by Son Ye-jin). Periodically in the movie, Ji-hye reads one of these letters, which starts a flashback scene in which the story of the mother is told. These flashbacks are intertwined with Ji-hye's own story, in which she falls for a fellow student, Sang-min (Zo In Sung), who is involved with the school theater.
The movie tells the story of both relationships. The mother, Joo-hee, visits the countryside as a student one summer and meets Joon-ha (Jo Seung-woo). Together they explore the countryside, playing near a river which they both will always remember as their special place. When a storm starts they take shelter together under a tree, but not before Joo-hee twists her ankle and is rendered helpless. Joon-ha carries her on his back and they struggle home, only to be confronted by her angry parents. Before they separate, Joo-hee gives him a necklace, which he keeps close as a precious reminder of their time together.
Brewster Kahle (/ˈkeɪl/ KAYL; born 1960) is a computer engineer, Internet entrepreneur, internet activist, advocate of universal access to knowledge, and digital librarian.
Kahle grew up in Scarsdale, New York, and went to Scarsdale High School. He graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1982 with a Bachelor of Science in computer science and engineering, where he was a member of the Chi Phi Fraternity. The emphasis of his studies was artificial intelligence; he studied under Marvin Minsky and W. Daniel Hillis.
After graduation, he joined Thinking Machines team, where he was the lead engineer on the company's main product, the Connections Machine, for six years (1983–1989). There, he and others developed the WAIS system, the Internet's first publishing and distributed search system and a precursor to the World Wide Web. In 1992, he co-founded, with Bruce Gilliat, WAIS, Inc. (sold to AOL in 1995 for $15 million), and, in 1996, Alexa Internet (sold to Amazon.com in 1999 for $250M of stock). At the same time as he started Alexa, he founded the Internet Archive, which he continues to direct. In 2001, he implemented the Wayback Machine, which allows public access to the World Wide Web archive that the Internet Archive has been gathering since 1996. Kahle was inspired to create the Wayback Machine after visiting the offices of Alta Vista, where he was struck by the enormity of the task being undertaken and achieved: to store and index everything that was on the Web. Kahle states: "I was standing there, looking at this machine that was the size of five or six Coke machines, and there was an 'aha moment' that said, 'You can do everything.'"
Amy Goodman (born April 13, 1957) is an American progressive broadcast journalist, syndicated columnist, investigative reporter and author. Goodman is the host of Democracy Now!, an independent global news program broadcast daily on radio, television and the Internet.
Goodman was born in Bay Shore, New York on April 13, 1957 to George, an ophthalmologist, and Dorothy (née Bock) Goodman, and graduated from Bay Shore High School in 1975. She graduated from Radcliffe College in 1984 with a degree in anthropology. She spent a year studying at the College of the Atlantic in Bar Harbor, Maine.
Goodman had been news director of Pacifica Radio station WBAI in New York City for over a decade when she co-founded Democracy Now! The War and Peace Report in 1996. Since then, Democracy Now! has been called "probably the most significant progressive news institution that has come around in some time" by professor and media critic Robert McChesney.
In 2001, the show was temporarily pulled off the air, as a result of a conflict with a group of Pacifica Radio board members and Pacifica staff members and listeners. During that time, it moved to a converted firehouse from which it broadcast until November 13, 2009. The new Democracy Now! studio is located in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan.
Ralph Nader ( /ˈneɪdər/; born February 27, 1934) is an American political activist, as well as an author, lecturer, and attorney. Areas of particular concern to Nader include consumer protection, humanitarianism, environmentalism, and democratic government.
Nader came to prominence in 1965 with the publication of his book Unsafe at Any Speed, a critique of the safety record of American automobile manufacturers in general, and most famously the Chevrolet Corvair. In 1999, an NYU panel of journalists ranked Unsafe at Any Speed 38th among the top 100 pieces of journalism of the 20th century.
Nader is a six-time candidate for President of the United States, having run as a write-in candidate in the 1992 New Hampshire Democratic primary, as the Green Party nominee in 1996 and 2000, and as an independent candidate in 2004 and 2008. Some people claim that Nader acted as a spoiler in the 2000 U.S. presidential election, while others, including Nader, dispute this claim.
Nader was born in Winsted, Connecticut. His parents, Nathra and Rose (née Bouziane) Nader, were immigrants from Lebanon and members of the Maronite Church. His family's native language is Arabic, and he has spoken it along with English since childhood. His sister, Laura Nader, is an anthropologist. His father worked in a textile mill and later owned a bakery and restaurant where he talked politics with his customers.
Legendary has been written by the dark ones
The traduction of the collection of the dead
This book served as a passage way
To the evil world beyond
Ride the path
Overcome the truth
Tell the words
Ex-Mortes
It was done long ago
As the seas were red of blood
This blood was used to write the book
Now lost in this frightening thought
I'm standing here in this cave
A collection of skin pages lies on the sand
Containing secrets
A vision from the past
Some erudites hands in hands
Circle is now done
Adjusted to parallel lights
Ride the path
Overcome the truth
Tell the words
Ex-Mortes
A strange and strong smell are informing my soul
Of something old or ghost's presence
Now lost in this frightening thought
I'm standing here in this cave
A collection of skin pages lies on the sand
“Indeed God will shatter the heads of his enemies…
blessed be God”
Psalms 68:21
Behold the acts of God
The master of the sword
He allows He forbids
He avenges He forgives
Beware the wrath of God
The lord of the worlds
He'll annihilate you all
If you change his words
“You must destroy all the people whom the Lord your God
is about to deliver over to you; you must not pity
them”
Deuteronomy: 7:16
“Understand today that the Lord your God who goes
before you is a devouring fire”
Deuteronomy: 9:3
“I will exact great vengeance upon them and angrily
punish them”
Deuteronomy: 25:17
“It is a terrifying thing to fall into the hands of the
living God”
Hebrews: 10:31
“I WILL DESTROY YOU!!; then you will know that I am the
Lord.'"
Ezekiel : 25:7
"Destroy everything that they have. Don't spare them.
Put them to death man, woman, child, infant, ox, sheep,
camel, and donkey alike."
Samuel 1: 15:3
We are the slaves of God
The wise and the guard
We whip the flesh
We spill the blood
These are the works of God
The sole and the lord
He'll baptize you in fire
And the Holy Ghost
We rule by The Book
With a chain and a hook
We stone and maim
All for His name
“I testify to the one who hears the words of the
prophecy contained in this book: If anyone adds to
them, God will add to him the plagues described in this
book. And if anyone takes away from the words of this
book of prophecy, God will take away his share in the
tree of life and in the holy city that are described in
this book.”
Liquid, sticky messages
Stories that meander and trickle
Communiqués that cruise with no end
Whispers of slow ooze and drain
Reading takes you inside
Slow observant attention
Tracing plots uncovers
Layers of inner self
leads: Peter
A gush is an explosion
Slow trickle a description
Pulsing rhythm a sonnet
Steady rush like a novel
Veins are like lines
White parchment of the bones
Vessels of pages that collect
Meaning and truth and sense
leads: Mauser
It takes years to perfect
Comprehension and skill
Tender touch of the red
So elusive to capture
Ripped pages, lost meaning
Words trailing off into void
Cooling plot with no climax
No text is forever
I read your book
And I find it strange
That I know that girl and I know her world
A little too well
And I didn't know
By giving my hand
That I would be written down, sliced around,
Passed down
Among strangers hands
Three days in Rome
Where do we go
I'll always remember
Three days in Rome
Never again
Would I see your face
You carry a pen and a paper
and no time and words you waste
You're a voyeur
The worst kind of thief
To take what happened
To write down everything that went on
Between you and me
Three days in Rome
And I stand alone
I'll always remember
This man is at the door of hell... somehow it seems to be his destination after a life of subtle stubbornness. he doesn't expect to find himself waking up out of a dream... he doesn't expect to pi
Imself and wake up and that kind of thing... in fact, the thought of that happening makes him smile. he's just mildly surprised to find himself there at the door of hell.
To all accounts, the kindly old man who is the doorman (and who conceivably reminds him of his father) is sat reading a book... but he gets up smartly and without time for either of them to feel
They're standing on ceremony says, "hold my book for a minute, would you, while I get the door open!" (presumably, you know, you need two hands to open the door.) for some reason the o
N doesn't just put his book down on the chair
It all happens quite quickly... he finds that he's made a decision and is already holding the old man's book... as just about anybody else would have, but it seems a bit curious because... in howev
All a way you like to consider it... it is as if he's helping himself enter hell... the path of least resistance. of course, at the same time he suddenly thinks.even as he finally grips the book.
Ot; this is my chance for a reprieve... the final test... the straw which will tip the good deeds over the bad."
The little boy sat lost in thoughts
Fishing in a puddle of oil
Smiling at the silverbirds
His legs fused with the soil
In seven years he didn`t move
Didn`t waste a thought to leave
Never spoke a word to anyone
Never gave try to flee
His mother`s laying next to him
Decayed for just a year
She died waiting for some fish to eat
He didn`t waste a tear
Page by page and word by word
Love and hatred, gold and dirt
A senseless try to save your life
When you are too tired to stay alive
He knows the name of every bird
That crossed his lifeline jet
And speaks to them without a word
But they have never spoken back
In a small black case beneath his side
He has an old and precious book
It`s buried in the burning sand
Not to be read even if he could
A book `bout thoughts and how to talk to birds
About the way to be solved from the soil
And includes some practical words about
Fishing in a puddle of oil
(Blackie / Big Boss)
I turn over the yellowish pages
The parchment falls apart among my fingers
The mysterious prophesy I begin to read
Shall I comprehend the message SOMEONE had sent us?
When hours of Time come
And the Dark meets the Dark
When the Boy is blinded by sun
And the Girl turns to dust
When two Cups are filled
One is blue and other is purple
When the Old Man devoures the New - Born Child
And changes into the Flame - into the Flame....
When the midnight Hand grinds the Egg
Black Bird flies up onto the Tree
When Winds bring the Breath of Plague
And the Vulture strangles the Nightingale
And Zodiac falls into ashes
When Water starts rising up
And the Flame changes into Ice
When the Multi-arm Being appears - Being appears....
And Melek Taus sits down at her feet
When the Beauty swallows up the Ugliness
And the Pride is known as the Virtue
When the Sea Serpent wakes up
And brings the Gift to all people
Then you enter, oh, you Blind Creature,
There's a book that my Mother gave me.
That I read when the long day is through.
And the stories of old.
In leaves edged with gold.
Guide me whatever I do.
For I know in its worn old pages.
I shall find peace of mind when I look.
And the wisdom of all the ages.
Will be there in my Mother's book
For I know in its worn old pages.
I shall find peace of mind when I look.
And the wisdom of all the ages.