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...Peace Prize offers its recipients one of the most powerful platforms in the world. Winners get immediate global attention and the chance to meet and influence leaders and governments everywhere. Think of it as a megaphone through which worthy - and very often obscure - activists or politicians or environmentalists can shout their message to a gathered crowd...
...You’re beautiful because you’re classically trained. / I’m ugly because I associate piano wire with strangulation,” began one of Armitage’s poems that drew laughter from the listeners. Another poem, titled “The Shout,” contained the lines “We were testing the range / of the human voice.” Armitage said that the poem, which recounted a childhood memory in northern England, “has become something of a signature tune...
...dressed up term “special work detail” makes you laugh, Dorm Crew’s shout-out in “An Expensive Education” is imbued with a similar significance. While the elite are out swilling Bloody Marys for Sunday brunch at Deadalus, international students are swishing Mur-Kil down their shower drains. “The introductory meeting looked like an abbreviated European Union of reluctant janitors. A Scottish piano virtuoso, two Irishmen, half a dozen girls from Eastern Europe who were either short and stout like potato balls or tall and thin...
...roots of Reaganism run deep, and those against a government-sponsored plan shout loudest. People who do want to expand coverage and cut costs—and quite possibly truly want to help their fellow citizens—are still hesitant to support the expansion of Washington’s influence in the market. In many ways, the invisible hand is strangling the Democratic Party. A big part of the president’s speech aimed to convince insured Democrats with market-friendly perspectives that a government-run public option could work, while also convincing progressives that although the letter...
...frantically scramble to keep up. I almost subscribed to WIRED, but then I realized it was a print magazine and couldn’t possibly be hip to what was going on. Instead, I started following my peers on Twitter. “Never!” I shout, clutching my smartphone in my cold, carpal-tunnel-ridden fingers. “It can’t happen...