"Hope in Pain" – 4533 rezultate
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Tiuk, Oglinda literara, Tomis, Verso, Liternet, Feedback, România literară, Antologia Gesturi firești 2007 - proza Antologia Virtualia - 2007, 2008 Premiul național pentru debut Traian T. Coșovei 2014 Volume publicate: *debut: Fortral, editura Tracus Arte, 2015, nominalizat la premiul național Mihai Eminescu Opus Primum 2016 și premiul pentru debut al USR 2016; *Dumnezeu ne iubește în Braille, publicat de asociația Cetatea Nouă Roman, 2016, ediție bibliofilă; *Tot ce atingeam se prefăcea în oameni, editura Tracus Arte 2017; *Kurva rumunski go home, editura Tracus Arte 2021. *Abstinență senină, editura Tracus Arte, 2023. Referințe critice: Cosmin Ciotloș, Alex Ștefănescu, Răzvan Voncu, Adrian alui Gheorghe, Claudiu Komartin, Savu Popa. www.emilianpal.blogspot.com Cartea mea in plus o pâine in minus Nebun după South Park & Bernard & Shaun the sheep. Rog a se folosi datele de contact cu discernământ și doar dacă vine sfârșitul lumii.
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William Blake
William Blake (1757-1827) was a British poet, painter, visionary mystic, and engraver, who illustrated and printed his own books. Blake proclaimed the supremacy of the imagination over the rationalism and materialism of the 18th- century. Misunderstanding shadowed his career as a writer and artist and it was left to later generations to recognize his importance. Blake was born in London, where he spent most of his life. His father was a successful London hosier who encouraged Blake\'s artistic talents. Blake was first educated at home, chiefly by his mother. In 1767 he was sent to Henry Pars\' drawing school. Blake has recorded that from his early years, he experienced visions of angels and ghostly monks and that he saw and conversed with the angel Gabriel, the Virgin Mary, and various historical figures. At the age of 14 Blake was apprenticed for seven years to the engraver James Basire. Gothic art and architecture influenced him deeply. In 1783 he married Catherine Boucher, the...
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Benjamin Vautrier
Născut la Napoli, în 1935. Artist elvețian de inspirație dadistă. Creează tablouri, sculpturi, obiecte ready made, certificate, afișe dar și poezii. Toată creația sa reprezintă o provocare la adresa creației artistice dar și o modalitate de a-și apropia arta prin aceste gesturi. *** Ben Vautier (born on July 18, 1935 in Naples, Italy), also known simply as Ben, is a French artist. He lives and works in Nice, where he ran a record shop when he was young. He discovered Yves Klein and the Nouveau Réalisme in the 1950s, but he became quickly interested in the French dada artist Marcel Duchamp, the music of John Cage and joined the Fluxus artistic movement in the 1960s. He is also active in Mail-Art and is mostly known for his text-based paintings; an example of the latter is his work "L'art est inutile. Rentrez chez vous" (Art is Useless, Go Home). He has long defended the rights of minorities in all countries, and he has been influenced by the theories of François Fontan about ethnism....
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Helena Schmetterling
Despre mine stiu sigur ca mi-ar fi placut sa fiu o printesa medievala. Sau sa ma plimb cu Stanescu mana in mana prin Union Square, sa-mi povesteasca despre cercuri si despre iertari. Despre ceilalti oameni stiu doar ca cel mai mult ma enerveaza momentele in care ma trateaza ca pe o femeie obisnuita. Sau acelea in care se pierd in jumatati de gesturi. In proiecte de vise netraite niciodata pana la capat. Cel mai des ma indragostesc iremediabil de aceia care valseaza in voie si dupa bunul plac pe portativ si-mi soptesc impletituri decente precum, iubito, while you’re traveling with me, desigur ca, you’ll never see the end of the road si baby, I think this is a song of hope. Mda. Si alte maruntisuri sentimentale de genul. Despre viata mea stiu doar ca imi scapa mereu printre degete momentul in care m-as putea aseza nestingherita pe un scaun, fie si numai pentru o clipa scurta de surpare in mine insami. Sau de adevar pe stomacul gol. Dar asta este alta poveste. Despre sufletul meu stiu...
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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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Alex
Sunt Alex, din Fagaras, am 18 acum impliniti. Deci, sunt din '91 Imi place arta, adica sa desenez si sa fac muzica. Chestiile astea le fac in timpul liber. Si tot ce scriu, toate povestile, sfaturile, descrierile, povestile in versuri, le pun pe bitul de hip-hop sau pe notele de muzica dance. Pana la urma muzica este facuta sa fie ascultata, si textul este facut sa fie citit de toata lumea, deci nu va fi lauda. Am pornit pe acest drum fara un studiu in muzica, tot ce stiu, am invatat de pe la prieteni, de pe web si cel mai mult am invatat singur. Imi place pe scena, la microfon, si trag tare pentru visul meu. Sa ajung cantaret. Si imi place sa cant si la chitara. Mi-a imprumutat un prieten o chitara acustica pentru un proiect de teatru... desi, nu-mi place teatrul. In fine, si mi-a lasat-o cam un an, si mi-a placut chitara si m-am invatat pe ea. Pana la urma n-am facut decat sa cred in visul meu, si rezultatele sunt superbe. Tin tot timpul sa evoluez... sa fac ceva cat de superior,...
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John James Osborne
English dramatist. He began his theatrical career as an actor and playwright in provincial English repertory theaters. Osborne\'s plays usually focus on an individual character and the sheer force of his language rather than on action. His first commercial success was Look Back in Anger (1956), concerning a restless and vociferous young man of the working class who is at war with himself and society; it became the seminal work for the so-called angry young men. His other plays depict the frustration of living without hope in a world filled with false values. Among Osborne\'s other plays are The Entertainer (1957), Luther (1961), Inadmissible Evidence (1964), A Patriot for Me (1965), The End of Me Old Cigar (1974), Watch It Come Down (1976), and Déjà vu (1991). He also wrote the screenplay for Tom Jones (1963).
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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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William Hope Hodgson
William Hope Hodgson (15 noiembrie 1877 - aprilie 1918) a fost un scriitor englez. Este autorul unui număr impresionant de scrieri, raportat la scurta sa viață. Opera sa cuprinde eseuri, poezii, proză scurtă și romane, aparținând mai multor genuri care uneori se suprapun în cadrul aceleiași scrieri, în special genurile fantasy, horror și science-fiction. Moare în Primul Război Mondial, la vârsta de 40 de ani. Scrieri reprezentative: Romane: • The Boats of the \"Glen Carrig\" (1907) • The House on the Borderland (1908) • The Ghost Pirates (1909) • The Night Land (1912) Proză scurtă: • Ciclul Carnacki • Ciclul Captain Gault Poezii: • The Calling of the Sea (1920) • The Voice of the Ocean (1921) • Poems of the Sea (1977) • The Lost Poetry of William Hope Hodgson (2005) Traduceri în limba română: Căpitanul Gault, Ed. Aldo Press, 2003. Carnacki, vânătorul de fantome, Ed. Aldo Press, 2003. Tărâmul Nopții, Ed. Aldo Press, 2004. Pirații fantomă, Ed. Aldo Press, 2004. Casa de la marginea...
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Derek 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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Silence
de oana stanescu
I seem to have forgotten that Tomorrow is just another yesterday And that my tears Have already dried out My cry Seems so useless Like begging mercy To a cruel tyrant Who will have his way Anyway And...
PARADISE LOST -- Book IV
de John Milton
Book IV O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, put to second rout, Came furious down to be revenged on men, Woe to the...
Night Journey
de .
I just try and try and try To keep myself sober, as time is passing by. This night at some unknown hour I\'ll witness witchery great power. The ghosts are begging for this time, This time when logic...
Davinci
de bataus cati georgiana
Leonardo da Vinci (1452 - 1519) Leonardo da Vinci was the embodiment of the Renaissance ideal of the universal man, the first artist to attain complete mastery over all branches of art. He was a...
PARADISE LOST -- Book I
de John Milton
Book I Of Man\'s first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and...
To hope
de John Keats
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my \"mind\'s eye\" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal...
Voices in vain
de Culcean Calin Lucian
Convinced to build the world anew, God took the sun and turn it cold, Divided earth in many little churches, One for each soul of young and old… …The time has come… My mind, is full of sorrow, My...
Shattered
de Alin
you try to distance yourself from me I endure rain, sorrow, pain and the cold Like a tree I Shall stay close until I grow old I won\'t move , I will stand in the bad weather Even in the last moment...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 5) ACT III SCENE I A room in the castle. [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN] KING CLAUDIUS And can you, by no...
Minute of decay
de Brian Hugh Warner
there\'s not much left to love too tired today to hate I feel the empty I feel the minute of decay I\'m on my way down now I\'d like to take you with me the minute that it\'s born it begins to die...
