Benny Tai (1964) Hong Kong activist and writer
"There will be darker times ahead for Hong Kong but the sun will rise again" (April 19, 2019)
[ Link to tweet https://twitter.com/dril/status/892825482814771203] <br class="br">Tweets by year, 2017
Benny Tai (1964) Hong Kong activist and writer
"There will be darker times ahead for Hong Kong but the sun will rise again" (April 19, 2019)
Ward Cunningham (1949) American computer programmer who developed the first wiki
A Conversation with Ward Cunningham (2003), Exploring with Wiki
Katrina Pierson (1976) Political spokesperson
About the statements of Donald Trump on the fallen Captain Humayun S. M. Khan's family. http://edition.cnn.com/2016/08/03/politics/trump-katrina-pierson-khan-obama-clinton/ (August 3, 2016)
“Sharia … is, of course, invalid because it's God's Law, and God doesn't exist.”
Pat Condell (1949) Stand-up comedian, writer, and Internet personality
"Wake up, America" (22 October 2009) https://youtube.com/watch?v=KjSjpNe1-Vc <br class="br">2009
“A dangerous person to disagree with.”
T.S. Eliot (1888–1965) 20th century English author
On Samuel Johnson in Homage to John Dryden: Three Essays on Poetry of the Seventeenth Century (1927)
“Yes, we have consensus that we need 64 bit support.”
Larry Wall (1954) American computer programmer and author, creator of Perl
[199710291922.LAA07101@wall.org, 1997]
Usenet postings, 1997
Adam Kilgarriff (1960–2015) linguist from England
in Discussion on Corpora-list (2 February 2015) http://mailman.uib.no/public/corpora/2015-February/021917.html
James Richardson (1950) American poet
#185
Vectors: Aphorisms and Ten Second Essays (2001)
Mohammad Hidayatullah (1905–1992) 11th Chief Justice of India
By I.M Chagla
Speech By Mr. S. G. Page, Government Pleader, High Court, Bombay, Made OnMonday, 28 September, 1992
Randall Jarrell (1914–1965) poet, critic, novelist, essayist
"Verse Chronicle," The Nation (23 February 1946); reprinted as "Bad Poets" in Poetry and the Age (1953)
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Context: Sometimes it is hard to criticize, one wants only to chronicle. The good and mediocre books come in from week to week, and I put them aside and read them and think of what to say; but the "worthless" books come in day after day, like the cries and truck sounds from the street, and there is nothing that anyone could think of that is good enough for them. In the bad type of thin pamphlets, in hand-set lines on imported paper, people's hard lives and hopeless ambitions have expressed themselves more directly and heartbreakingly than they have ever expressed in any work of art: it is as if the writers had sent you their ripped-out arms and legs, with "This is a poem" scrawled on them in lipstick. After a while one is embarrassed not so much for them as for poetry, which is for these poor poets one more of the openings against which everyone in the end beats his brains out; and one finds it unbearable that poetry should be so hard to write — a game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey in which there is for most of the players no tail, no donkey, not even a booby prize.