"Ilusions Of A Too Lost Self" – 153 rezultate
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PVPaul Valéry
Paul Valéry (1871-1945) - in full Ambroise-Paul-Touissaint-Jules Valéry French poet, essayist, and critic, who ceased writing verse for twenty years to pursue scientific experiments. Valéry was a member of the 19th-century poetic school of Symbolism, and its last great representative. Throughout his life Valéry filled his private notebooks with observations on creative process and his own methods of inquiry. He insisted that the mental process of creation was alone important - the poems were a by-product of the effort. "Enthusiasm is not an artist's state of mind", stated Valéry. T.S. Eliot has compared Valéry's analytical attitude to a scientist who works in a laboratory "weighing out or testing the drugs of which is compounded some medicine with an impressive name." "Poetry is simply literature reduced to the essence of its active principle. It is purged of idols of every kind, of realistic illusions, of any conceivable equivocation between the language of "truth" and the language...
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MHMonica Hayes
Photography & computer graphics: www.badorgood.com, www.ephotozine.com Scientific communication: “Faust, historical- literary Character" Exhibition of graphics – “Fantasy and illusion” Publications: •Short-stories - volume: “Animascopii”. •Poetry and prose: “Amurg sentimental” and “Paradox”.
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AAAtzberger Alexandru
"Hospitalario y fiel en su reflejo donde a ser apariencia se acostumbra el material vivir, esta el espejo como un claro de luna en la penumbra. Pompa le da en las noches la flotante claridad de la lampara, y tristeza la rosa que en el vaso agonizante tambien en el inclina la cabeza. Si hace doble el dolor, tambien repite las cosas que me son jardin del alma y acaso espera que algun dia habite en la ilusion de su azulada calma, el Huesped que le deje reflejedas frentes juntas y manos enlazadas."
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Anronache Gheorghe
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GBGaston Bachelard
Né à Bar-sur-Aube le 27 juin 1884, il commence par être employé des postes et finit comme professeur de philosophie à la Sorbonne après avoir enseigné la physique et la chimie au lycée. Directeur de l’Institut d’Histoire des Sciences, il est élu à l’Académie des sciences morales et politiques en 1955. Á une époque de grandes révolutions scientifiques, Gaston Bachelard s’est efforcé de faire la part de l'imagination dans la théorie scientifique et, inversement, de proposer une science objective de l'imagination poétique. Dans son premier livre, Essais sur les connaissances approchées (1928), il soutient que la connaissance scientifique est une suite d'approximations : « Scientifiquement, on pense le vrai comme rectification historique d'une longue erreur, on pense l'expérience comme rectification de l'illusion commune et première. » L'intuition de l'instant (1932) et de La dialectique de la durée (1936) se présentent comme des attaques contre Bergson, ou plus exactement contre la...
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Atlas Shrugged
de Ayn Rand
\"Ladies and gentlemen,\" said a voice that came from the radio receiver—a man\'s clear, calm, implacable voice, the kind of voice that had not been heard on the airwaves for years—\"Mr. Thompson...
it\'s only words
de oana stanescu
I wish I could give up I wish I could go on..being the same I wish I could find myself I wish I could find something.. I know the shield is gone I know there never was one.. I think I’m gone I’ll be...
The Afternoon of a Faun
de Stéphane Mallarmé
These nymphs I would perpetuate. So clear Their light carnation, that it floats in the air Heavy with tufted slumbers. Was it a dream I loved? My doubt, a heap of ancient night, is finishing In many...
On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense
de Friedrich Nietzsche
On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense (1873) By Friedrich Nietzsche Once upon a time, in some out of the way corner of that universe which is dispersed into numberless twinkling solar systems, there...
I Am
de Sorana Petrescu Felicia
I AM all here... yet all you’re able to perceive of me is a part of my Dream. Illusions? Rather a deeply seductive mask of disillusions… - “You’re beautiful !” - No ! You are what’s beautiful about...
Finding the right path
de Cristina
Since young Nadejda\'s destiny was decided by others, The adult life she began as a child; Her life represents the embodiment of a curved, dark tunnel, She accomplished her goals with more than one...
Resurrection
de doris
RESURRECTION A climate of illusion has died into my arms So now you caught me as I try to bury A lost belief, an ark into my soul. Is near a way to say, in life or death, The magic words of love and...
My love is still here
de Marlena Culi
Red rose, red rose As pure as love it self, White roses as the light of Your sweet kisses. I felt once the window Of you heart open Oh, I remember that day, Like it was yesterday? No more tears, and...
we are...
de Andrei Dumitrescu
The skies who fell apart, are the holes who started the beatings back in our heart... We\'re all children of the same death wretched desciples of the same faith fading and growing so great with our...
Obsession
de Florin DeRoxas
They say I am obsessed, But this is not true, ‘Cause it’s not obsession Loving you. It’s just a way of being, A way to be in love, It’s not an illusion That I’m just dreaming of. You are my sunshine...
Amintiri
de Maria Prochipiuc
Într-un colț de cer Rădăcinile eternității Iși sapă secunda în taină. Iluzie clădită Pe-un strop de moarte! Culoarea vântului Trist Scrie silabele iubirii... Eu sunt, Tu ești ... a nu mai fi!...
The Matrix
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Classes, hours streets... The VETO right over sunrise, heads of concrete... As water takes the shape of the vase, So does man take the elaborate shape of the maze in its underscored power. Witness to...
ILLUSION
de Lupsa sorina
Soon after, she\'s gone. A pale smile on his face And he sees it\'s all done. Moments of tears Hopeless times Everything become fears. He likes to watch her sleeping But now she\'s just shadow....
Dropping
de Zavera Ioan Alexandru
one tear ... dropping down ... the last of his feelings would now disappear ... nothing could change it anymore his former self ... the illusion that he created the world had crumbled and died ......
Handcuffs
de Poison
Release my broken heart, Pain and contamination! Don’t tear my arms apart! Join my commemoration. Don’t strangle me, confusion! You’re mastering my mind. Am I just an illusion? I don’t know what I...