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[[en]] * Born: 16 March 1868 * Birthplace: Nizhny Novgorod (now Gorky), Russia * Death: June 1936 * Best Known As: Russian writer known for his socialist realism Name at birth: Aleksey Maksimovich Peshkov Maxim Gorky (also spelled Maksim Gorki) is one of the giants of 20th century Russian literature and theater, known for his realistic depictions of how terrible it is to be poor and oppressed. Gorky himself grew up in rough times and was a lifelong spokesperson for the underclass. His political activism led to several years of exile, in spite of his popularity with Russian readers. By 1900 Gorky was a famous literary figure, thanks in part to help from Anton Chekhov. His short stories and his first novel, Foma Gordeyev (1902) gave him notoriety as well as critical success, but his outspoken opposition to the rule of Nicholas II led to his exile to the island of Capri (1907-13). After the 1917 revolution Gorky's criticism of his friend V. I. Lenin and the Bolsheviks led to another...

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Osho

Tantra is a very revolutionary concept - the oldest and yet the newest. Tantra is one of the oldest traditions and yet untraditional, even antitraditional, because tantra says unless you are whole and one you are missing life altogether. You should not remain in a split state: you must become one. What to do to become one? You can go on thinking but that is not going to help because thinking is the technique to divide. Thinking is analytical. It divides;it splits things. Feeling unites, synthesizes, makes things one. So you can go on thinking, reading, studying, contemplating. It is not going to help unless you fall back to the feeling centre. Sex can be a very deep fulfillment, and sex can throw you back to your wholeness, to your natural, real being, for many reasons. Those reasons have to be understood. One, sex is a total act. You are thrown off your mind, off balance. That is why there is so much fear of sex. You are identified with the mind, and sex is a no-mind act. You become...

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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth was born on April 17, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, in the Lake District. His father was John Wordsworth, Sir James Lowther\'s attorney. The magnificent landscape deeply affected Wordsworth\'s imagination and gave him a love of nature. He lost his mother when he was eight and five years later his father. The domestic problems separated Wordsworth from his beloved and neurotic sister Dorothy, who was a very important person in his life. With the help of his two uncles, Wordsworth entered a local school and continued his studies at Cambridge University. Wordsworth made his debut as a writer in 1787, when he published a sonnet in The European Magazine . In that same year he entered St. John\'s College, Cambridge, from where he took his B.A. in 1791. During a summer vacation in 1790 Wordsworth went on a walking tour through revolutionary France and also traveled in Switzerland. On his second journey in France, Wordsworth had an affair with a French girl, Annette...

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Joseph Louis Vance

Louis Joseph Vance was born on September 19, 1879 in New York, New York (although some sources say Washington, DC). He was an American fiction writer of short stories, novels and screenplays. Vance was the son of Wilson and Lillie Beall Vance. Originally, Vance wanted to become an artist and illustrator and attended the Art Students League and Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute. Vance married Nance Elizabeth Hodges in 1898. They had one son, Wilson Beall Vance who was born the following year. Vance was 26 years old when his first book,Terence O\'Rourke,Gentlema Adventurer was published in 1905. Vance was a \"hack\" writer for many years producing hundreds of short stories and some adventure novels until he published a group of three mystery novels which promoted him to best-selling author status. The novels were: The Brass Bowl (1907) about a beautiful young girl, who in order to help her grieving father,becomes a burglar and meets a professional burglar who resembles the identical twin...

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Anvari

Anvari (1126–1189), full name Awhad ad-Din 'Ali ibn Mohammad Khavarani or Awhad ad-Din 'Ali ibn Mahmud was one of the greatest Persian poets. He was born in Abivard of (now in Turkmenistan) and died in Khurasanian Balkh, now in Afghanistan, and studied science and literature at the collegiate institute in Tun (now Firdaus, Iran), becoming a famous astronomer as well as a poet. Anvari's poems were collected in a Deewan, and contains panegyrics, eulogies, satire, and others. His elegy "Tears of Khorasan", translated into English in 1789, is considered to be one of the most beautiful poems in Persian literature. The Cambridge History of Iran calls Anvari "one of the greatest figures in Persian literature". Despite their beauty, his poems often required much help with interpretation, as they were often complex and difficult to understand. Anvari's panegyric in honour of the Seljuk sultan Sultan Sanjar (1117–1157), ruler of Khorasan, won him royal favour, and allowed him to go on to enjoy...

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Miodrag Pavloviæ

Miodrag Pavloviæ (Serbian Cyrillic: Миодраг Павловић; listen (help·info)) was born on 28 November 1928 in Novi Sad, Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes. He went to school and university in Belgrade, where he studied medicine from 1947 until 1954, learned foreign languages, and wrote his first volume of poetry, 87 Poems. It appeared in 1952, the year the Yugoslav authorities, responding to a public address by the Croatian writer Miroslav Krleza, allowed more freedom of expression in politics and the arts. In 1960 Pavlovic was appointed director of drama at the People’s Theatre in Belgrade. He also worked for twenty years as editor for the leading publishing house of Prosveta. A theme occupying Pavlovic and many other intellectuals in the former Yugoslavia, Romania, Bulgaria, Macedonia, Greece and Albania, is the continuity between the ancient peoples of the Balkans and their modern-day...

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Augusto Monterroso

Augusto Monterroso Bonilla (December 21, 1921 - February 7, 2003) was a Guatemalan writer. Monterroso was born in Tegucigalpa, Honduras to a Honduran mother and Guatemalan father. In 1936 his family settled definitively in Guatemala City, where he would remain until early adulthood. Here he published his first short stories and began his clandestine work against the dictatorship of Jorge Ubico. To this end he founded the newspaper El Espectador with a group of other writers. He was detained and exiled to Mexico City in 1944 for his opposition to the dictatorial regime. Shortly after his arrival in Mexico, the revolutionary government of Jacobo Arbenz triumphed in Guatemala, and Monterroso was assigned to a minor post in the Guatemalan embassy in Mexico. In 1953 he moved briefly to Bolivia upon being named Guatemalan consul in La Paz. He relocated to Santiago de Chile in 1954, when Arbenz's government was toppled with help from a North American intervention. In 1956 he returned...

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Anna Sewell

Anna Sewell (30 March 1820 – 25 April 1878) was an English novelist, best known as the author of the classic novel Black Beauty. Anna Mary Sewell was born in Great Yarmouth, Norfolk, England into a devoutly Quaker family. Her father was Isaac Phillip Sewell (1793-1879), and her mother, Mary Wright Sewell (1798 - 1884) was a successful author of children's books. Anna Sewell had one sibling, a younger brother named Philip Sewell. Anna Sewell was largely educated at home. When Anna was twelve years old, the family moved to Stoke Newington, where Sewell attended school for the first time. Two years later, however, she slipped while walking home from school and severely injured both of her ankles. Her father took a job in Brighton in 1836, partly in the hope that the climate there would help to cure her. Despite this, and most likely because of mistreatment of her injury, for the rest of her life Anna was unable to stand without a crutch or to walk for any length of time. For greater...

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Ishtar

de Craiu Sorin-Marian

“Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me And help me seize My future from the House of Death” Vino alături de mine Într-un loc plin de durere, Păcat și plăcere. Vino cu mine în noapte veșnică… Vino cu mine...

E Tenebris

de Oscar Wilde

Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand, For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee: The wine of life is spilt upon the sand, My heart is as some famine-murdered...

The Nightingale and the Rose

de Chiru Anda

And the walls were closing in, Taking me there, deep within, I was screaming “Help me now!” Hope You’ll be there By my side So You’ll take me Through the night! Save me now Take me there In your arms...

living behind

de ana aneliz

My world is ending Far from begining And I`ve got that feeling That sense of falling Will u help me please Find my unknown path To birth and never to death Make me feel`ure soul reaviling Not falling...

Atelier

Break

de Alexandru Red

I walk alone I am alone I think alone I\'ll die alone. Don\'t think i can make it on my own I think i need someone to help me. Such is life So sad but true Kills everything That\'s close to you , Try...

Cantec fara importanta

de Ion Nimerencu

Astazi am aflat ca sedintele de spiritism nu ajuta la prevenirea cariilor, ca ingerii nu pot fi gravizi dupa moarte si ca maimutele sunt rude de sange cu cei de la Vatican, dar ce mai conteaza cand...

The Self-Seeker

de Robert Frost

Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...

made by flesh

de Andrei Andrei

azi dimineață, pe mail, o scrisoare nigeriană de la piticot. le trimite tutorora din listă. ceilalți au început s-o dea pe rahaturi (eminem marshall matters, de exemplu), el își continuă munca la...

House with no door

de Peter Hamill

There\'s a house with no door and I\'m living there at nights it gets so cold and the days are hard to bear inside. There\'s a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in, falling through my head as I...

Hei tu!

de Roger Waters

Hei tu, de acolo, din frig, Însingurat, îmbătrânind, Poți să mă simți? Hei tu, care bântui pe coridoare Cu picioarele roase de mâncărimi și cu zâmbetul ofilit Poți să mă simți? Hei tu, Nu-i lăsa să...