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...yawns ever wider, the chance of renewed armed conflict grows stronger. "To the military, we [ethnic minorities] are like mosquitoes," says a young Arakanese Buddhist monk, who participated in the crushed antigovernment uprising of September 2007 and chafes at Burmese discrimination against his people. "We buzz in their ear, and they slap at us and don't care if they kill us." But, he adds, "there are many mosquitoes." In the end, it may be the foreign participants in this new Great Game, unschooled in how to navigate ethnic complexities, who will get bitten...
...must shoulder responsibility for educating the public about the scope of the epidemic and its attendant risks. But he also lamented the public's unwillingness to confront the disease. "You have this problem affecting us, and you tell people how serious it is, and it literally goes in one ear and out the other," Fenty told the Washington Post. Let's hope this fresh batch of staggering statistics will shock Washingtonians - and the rest of us - into using proper protection...
...Arabic melodrama in the corner. The young man denied everything. His eyes darted, periodically, to a length of rubber tubing leaning against Karim's desk. As the questioning continued, the Iraqis occasionally passed the tubing back and forth, and one of them whispered something in the young man's ear...
...kept from going back in!And there was Ezekiel going out the doors. “Ezekiel.”The shambles of clouds and mist and morning lit up the open door. I couldn’t see his face but I could discern his good ear turning towards me.I took a few steps towards him and saw the light trickle out as he came back in.“It’s just a shame you’re going to miss Easter.” Then he laughed. “It’ll still...
...Jeff Buckley once declared. “It’s about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom.” While Kathy Nilsson refrains from such gestures of grandiose pomposity, her poems are imbued with a similar ear for the power of the mundane. “The Abattoir” is a chapbook with 23 poems that frequently use the everyday to direct the reader on to more abstract concerns of love, loss, and a decaying spirituality. Written in Cambridge and published out of Georgetown, Kentucky, the poems...