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"mă-nclin la traista-nflorată și goală a bunicii și la cățelul meu vechi fac o eschivă și tac când lovesc." – Cosmin Perța
de Raul Huluban
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Bucureșteancă, licențiată în teologie-limba și literatura română, Universitatea Oradea, căsătorită cu un clujean și mamă a unui viitor paleontolog-medic-egiptolog. In România, am fost un an profesoară de română la Liceul „Aurel Lazăr” Oradea. Din considerente financiare am renunțat la învățământ și am ales munca de redactor la câteva edituri orădene: Ed. „Scriptum”,Ed. „Casa Cărții”, Ed. „Hyporgamus”. În cadrul acestor edituri m-am ocupat de editarea, de stilizarea și de corectarea textelor. În perioada imediat următoare plecării mele din învațământ am colaborat la un proiect internațional (suținut de Societatea Biblică Internațională)de traducere a Bibliei din limbile originale în limba română, ocupându-mă de corectura finală a textului. În prezent, pentru că m-am stabilit cu familia în Belgia, frecventez, pe o perioadă de 2 ani, cursurile de limbă Neerlandeză din cadrul Ateneumului Regal, Turnhout, iar în timpul liber mai colaborez cu una din editurile mai sus amintite și mai scriu...
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Cristian
Am inceput sa scriu undeva prin 92-93. Prima poezie a fost inspirata de versurile piesei "Hey you" (Pink Floyd). Ce-mi placea pe atunci, era ca de multe ori inspiratia venea chiar inaintea somnului. Saream din pat, si puneam repede mana pe ceva de scris, altfel uitam versurile care-mi treceau prin minte... pot spune ca era precum o picatura de roua cazuta in apele unui lac foarte linistit. Citesc putin, in ideea de a nu fi influentat.
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A)Ai ( Florence Anthony )
Ai, pseudonimul lui Florence Anthony. A urmat cursurile universitare din Arizona și California. Nunumărate premii pentru poezie. Predă la Oklahoma State University din Stillwater. Volume: Cruelty (1973), Killing Floor (1979), Sin (1986), Fate (1991), Greed (1993), Vice: New and Selected Poems (1999).
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KIKeiko Imaoka
Beginner\'s Mind (Keiko Imaoka - Tucson, Arizona) I cannot be sure when I first became aware of haiku and tanka in my childhood in Japan. They seemed to have existed for a long time in the perimeter of my awareness, undifferentiated from proverbs, mottoes, aphorisms, and song lyrics that were phrased in similar forms. Sometime during my grade school years, \"Ogura Hyakunin-Isshu\" (\"Ogura Collection of One Hundred Tanka\", edited by Teika Fujiwara around 1235) became known to me as a New Year\'s card game, in which players compete to capture shimonoku cards (100 cards on each of which the last half of a verse is printed, spread out on the floor in front of the players) that finish the verses being read aloud. At abacus school, where we played this game at every new year\'s party, my prowess in the game improved dramatically when I was in the sixth grade, after I had memorized all the poems with my tenth-grade sister who was required to do so in her archaic grammar course in school. I...
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Duca Horia
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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Scrisoarea IV - vers Engleza
de Mihai Eminescu
See the tall and lonely castle mirrored in the placid lake, \'Neath those waters does its shadow through the ages never wake, Silently above the pine-tress rise its ancient rampart stark, Throwing...
Games We Play
de Coana Loenida
The hardest thing, I have felt... Was gazing into you... I thought I saw a fire... My heart, loved and true... But in a moment all was lost... Within a flood of lies... For the only thing I really...
Au înflorit magnoliile în Ottawa
de Luminita Suse
Au înflorit magnoliile în Ottawa Este sfârșit de aprilie și încă mai bate vântul rece. Vine direct de la Polul Nord, neoprit de nimic, nici un...
The Passionate Pilgrim
de William Shakespeare
I. WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor\'d youth, Unskilful in the world\'s false forgeries. Thus vainly...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VII
de John Milton
Book VII Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight of Pegasean wing! The meaning, not the...
DEMOCRACY
de Leonard Cohen
It’s coming through a hole in the air From those nights in Tianamen Square It’s coming from the feel That is ain’t exactly real Or it’s real, but ain’t exactly there. From the wars against disorder,...