"Cleaning Dialogue" – 56 rezultate
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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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Adam Drucker
The power of word and a child\'s imagination walk their way through Doseone\'s works creating music described by Urb as \"so indelible you may have to physically turn it off and take a breather.\" From his sought after release \'Hemispheres\' to his poetic soundscape \'Slow Death\', his releases have overflowed with such style that it prompted one reviewer to dub him \"an artist who may turn out to be one of our generation\'s most important.\" One of hiphop\'s most prolific artists, he is the driving force behind Themselves, Deep Puddle Dynamics, cLOUDDEAD, and Greenthink and has provided guest vocals for a slew of other notable releases. From an east coast birth, to a midwest education, and now a westcoast lease, its full circle and all heart. \"Some kids just gotta be different, and some kids just gotta be Doseone.\" - Vice
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JJJoseph Jacobs
Joseph Jacobs (29 August 1854 - 30 January 1916) was a literary and Jewish historian. He was a writer for the Jewish Encyclopaedia and a notable folklorist, creating several noteworthy collections of fairy tales. Jacobs was born in Sydney,Australia, the son of John and Sarah Jacobs. He was educated at Sydney Grammar School and at the University of Sydney, where he won a scholarship for classics, mathematics and chemistry. He did not complete his studies in Sydney, but left for England at the age of 18 and entered St John's College, Cambridge. He graduated B.A. in 1876, and in 1877 studied at the University of Berlin. He was secretary of the Society of Hebrew Literature from 1878 to 1884, and in 1882 came into prominence as the writer of a series of articles in The Times on the persecution of Jews in Russia. This led to the formation of the mansion house fund and committee, of which Jacobs was secretary from 1882 to 1900. During these years he gave much time to anthropological studies...
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DWDerek Walcott
Derek Alton Walcott (born January 23, 1930) is a Caribbean poet, playwright, writer and visual artist. Born in Castries, St. Lucia, he won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1992. His work, which developed independently of the schools of magic realism emerging in both South America and Europe at around the time of his birth, is intensely related to the symbolism of myth and its relationship to culture. He is best known for his epic poem Omeros, a reworking of Homeric story and tradition into a journey around the Caribbean and beyond to the American West and London. Walcott founded the Trinidad Theatre Workshop in 1959, which has produced his plays (and others) since that time, and remains active with its Board of Directors. He also founded Boston Playwrights' Theatre at Boston University in 1981 with the hope of creating a home for new plays in Boston, Massachusetts. Walcott retired from teaching poetry and drama in the Creative Writing Department at Boston University in 2007. In fall...
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Eelenadaniela
Among the hundreds masts https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14111260/index.html?newlang=eng Sleepy, sleepy birds https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14173739/index.html?newlang=eng The Grass http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13977391/index.html?newlang=eng Soon We ll Die http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13970849/index.html?newlang=eng Just Think, Wouldn t Be Pity http://agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/13977070/index.html?newlang=eng Kiss Me https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14146075/index.html?newlang=eng The Soul Bows Down To Destiny http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13970855/index.html?newlang=eng Asking You http://agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/13977366/index.html?newlang=eng I Don t Regret http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13970863/index.html?newlang=eng Leaning My Head http://agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/13977473/index.html?newlang=eng Violet Twilight https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14171185/index.html?newlang=eng Pastel...
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Anonim, un pahar cu vin, o umbrelă ruptă
de Carmen Sorescu
când ies în oraș e ca și cum aș face dragoste cu un bărbat necunoscut mă așez în el ca-ntr-un fotoliu comod las ness-ul și telecomanda și umblu hai-hui pe străzile lui warning no parking at any time...
... Sinucigașă diplomație
de Daniel Aurelian Rădulescu
De viță grizonată, lai jinduind monarhic O masca-n sânge vânăt, un iluzionistic; Opinca prin pervers ajunsă un autarhic Cu simț de colectură, e călău cu simț artistic! Producător de snoave, regizorul...
prima te kratos
de Vasile Munteanu
1. lângă spitalul de nebuni e un internet cafe (voi – în cor – unde nu e... unde nu e...) aici până și scuipătorii de semințe parlesc despre structură și tendințe impresionismul lor de scaun cu...
Reguli pentru a scrie haiku
de Corneliu Traian Atanasiu
Regulile de mai jos se referă la un haiku mai liberalizat, la cel care e practicat în lumea anglo-saxonă. Unele sînt în opoziție cu cele ale haiku-ului clasic, dar o oarecare relaxare există și în...
goodbye to the self
de alexi ionescu
a light shouting in your mind the presence of loneliness coming from behind and what is silence if not a cure spoken forever, never listened for sure i really hurt you with my pain no silly arguments...
Birds
de Saint-John Perse
A man at sea, feeling noon in the air, lifts his head at this wonder: a white gull opened on the sky, like a woman\'s hand before the flame of a lamp, elevating in daylight the pink translucence of a...
Cheating
de Hariclea Homeag
Day dreaming Brown eyes, Me sinning In lies Fire and passion For a half hour Silent confession Love and desire Unsaid words 2 vibes in 1 Confused thoughts You re already gone!
clowning
de diana dumitraciuc
noaptea râd în somn ziua mâinile se descompun în gesturi străine orice ating devine opac și departe lumina se lovește de un trup care nu-mi aparține (un obstacol artificial) nicio oglindă spartă...
Chating And Cheating (Viața cu chiloții-n vine)
de George Avramescu
Georges Valch – Chating And Cheating (Viata cu chilotii-n vine) *Doresc sa-mi cer scuze acelor persoane care printr-o coincidenta par a se regasi in aceste randuri. Paternitatea cuvintelor semnate...
The Hollow Men
de T.S. Eliot
I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats\'...
The Telephone
de Robert Frost
\"When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head against a flower I heard you talk. Don\'t say I didn\'t, for I heard you say-- You...
A Vision
de Oscar Wilde
Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone With no green weight of laurels round his head, But with sad eyes as one uncomforted, And wearied with man\'s never-ceasing moan For sins no bleating...
night of new years eve
de kim
Night of new years eve stars are blinking like talking to eachother smiling about this lovely night this dark blue glimmering valley lighted by all the white little houselights silents is surrounding...
Love poem
de Ana
We made love last night beneath the stars. The moon Cyclopetic eye unblinking staring us down uncovering our bodies of the darkness like naked roots we tangled ourselves thighs and elbows heavy fruit...
Bird on the wire
de Leonard Cohen
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If...