SONNET 40 BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR
'Sonnet 40'
By William Shakespeare
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call—
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed if thou this self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robb’ry, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes.
Olympic heroes and social influencers battle in new series "Global Games"
For the first time ever, Olympic heroes and social influencers will battle it out in mash-up competitions in the new original series Global Games. Filmed in Greece, the birthplace of the Olympic Games,Global Games will test athletes’ strength, skill and stamina through challenges such as chicken fight boxing, sumo volleyball and short track speed bubble racing. The eight-episode original series debuts Tuesday, 3 October on the Olympic Channel global digital platform, and is available at olympicchannel.com and on its mobile apps.
The first season of Global Games brings together Olympic athletes, including Lolo Jones (USA), Mikaël Kingsbury(CAN), Asafa Powell (JAM) and Linlin Sun (CHN), to compete against some of the world’s biggest social influencers in strange sports. Global Games was produced exclusively for the Olympic Channel by Whistle Sports, a global sports media company.
While set in Greece, these games are nothing like the sports from 2,700 years ago. Each competition reimagines a traditional Olympic sport into something strange and comical, creating a fun and original way to get to know the personalities behind the Olympic athletes and social media handles.
“Participating in a groundbreaking series like Global Games, alongside fellow Olympians and social creators was an incredible, once in a lifetime experience,” said Jamaican sprinter and Olympic Gold Medalist Asafa Powell. “The competition was fierce from day one, but we had a lot of fun and I’m looking forward to seeing how this epic series unfolds.”
The challenges featured in the Global Games were designed to test athleticism on a level never seen before. The competitor with the highest medal count at the end of the eight challenges will take home gold and the bragging rights as the ultimate athlete.
Lolo Jones, who has competed at both the Summer and Winter Olympic Games (Beijing 2008, London 2012, Sochi 2014) commented, “These challenges have been harder than so many of my hardest workouts.”
Olympians
Social Influencers
Global Games is hosted by Mike Lockyer and former NFL tackle turned viral standout Spice Adams, and was produced exclusively for the Olympic Channel by Whistle Sports. The second season is currently in production and will premiere in 2018.
Olympic Channel Episode Guide: Global Games
Episode 1 – Global Games: Chicken Fight Boxing
Episode 2 – Global Games: Sumo Volleyball
Episode 3 – Global Games: Flyathlon
Episode 4 – Global Games: Olive Oil Wrestling
Episode 5 – Global Games: Tube Curling
Episode 6 – Global Games: Bubble Wrap Fencing
Episode 7 – Global Games: Aquatic Biathlon
Episode 8 – Global Games: All-Around Relay
The Olympic Channel is a ground-breaking global platform where fans can experience the power of sport and the excitement of the Olympic Games all year round, and is available worldwide via mobile apps for Android and iOSdevices and at olympicchannel.com.
The Darling - classics
Olenka, the daughter of the retired collegiate assessor, Plemyanniakov, was sitting in her back porch, lost in thought. It was hot, the flies were persistent and teasing, and it was pleasant to reflect that it would soon be evening. Dark rainclouds were gathering from the east, and bringing from time to time a breath of moisture in the air.
Kukin, who was the manager of an open-air theatre called the Tivoli, and who lived in the lodge, was standing in the middle of the garden looking at the sky.
"Again!" he observed despairingly. "It's going to rain again! Rain every day, as though to spite me. I might as well hang myself! It's ruin! Fearful losses every day."
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud : William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
And dances with the daffodils.
If....: Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more: you'll be a Man, my son!
Alone With Everybody : Charles Bukowski
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
My Mother at 66 : Kamala Das
Driving from my parent's
home to Cochin last Friday
morning, I saw my mother,
beside me,
doze, open mouthed, her face
ashen like that
of a corpse and realised with
pain
that she thought away, and
looked but soon
put that thought away, and
looked out at young
trees sprinting, the merry children spilling
out of their homes, but after the airport's
security check, standing a few yards
away, I looked again at her, wan,
pale
as a late winter's moon and felt that
old familiar ache, my childhood's fear,
but all I said was, see you soon,
Amma,
all I did was smile and smile and
smile.
home to Cochin last Friday
morning, I saw my mother,
beside me,
doze, open mouthed, her face
ashen like that
of a corpse and realised with
pain
that she thought away, and
looked but soon
put that thought away, and
looked out at young
trees sprinting, the merry children spilling
out of their homes, but after the airport's
security check, standing a few yards
away, I looked again at her, wan,
pale
as a late winter's moon and felt that
old familiar ache, my childhood's fear,
but all I said was, see you soon,
Amma,
all I did was smile and smile and
smile.
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