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LMLouis McKee
Louis McKee (born July 31, 1951, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) has been a fixture of the Philadelphia poetry scene since the early 70s. He is the author of Schuylkill County (Wampeter, 1982), The True Speed of Things (Slash & Burn, 1984) and eleven other collections. More recently, he has published River Architecture: Poems from Here & There 1973-1993 (Cynic, 1999), Loose Change (Marsh River Editions, 2001) and a volume in the Pudding House Greatest Hits series. Gerald Stern has called his work “heart-breaking” and “necessary,” while William Stafford has written, “Louis McKee makes me think of how much fun it was to put your hand out a car window and make the air carry you into quick adventures and curlicues. He is so adept at turning all kinds of sudden glimpses into good patterns.” Naomi Shihab Nye says, “Louis McKee is one of the truest hearts and voices in poetry we will ever be lucky to know.” Near Occasions of Sin, a collection issued in 2006 by Cynic Press, has been praised by...
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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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Tudor Damian
My name is Tudor Damian, but friends call me Tudy. I was born April 12, 1984, in Bistrita, Romania. I have been living in Cluj-Napoca since 2003. A few things about me: I work in System Administration for a hosting company in the US, and I’m interested in technology, web standards and systems and network security. I also like anything that has to do with astronomy & astrology, photography, chess, logic puzzles, new-age music and oriental philosophy. As far as my literary preferences go, I like "classic" Sci-Fi (Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, Arthur C. Clarke, Douglas Adams) and English poetry (William Blake, Edgar Allan Poe). Over the years, I won a few prizes at local and national poetry and prose contests, and had my texts published in a few magazines. You can find more info about me, and some of the texts I've written on my personal web page (www.tudy.ro).
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GLGiacomo Leopardi
Giacomo Leopardi nasce a Recanati nel 1798, dal conte Monaldo e Adelaide Antici. Nel 1803 l’amministrazione dei beni familiari è tolta al padre, che si ritira quindi in una velleitaria attività di letterato dilettante, e passa nelle mani della madre. L’atmosfera di casa Leopardi non è felice ed è caratterizzata dall’indole della madre, severa, bigotta e povera d’affetti. Il giovane Giacomo inizia nel 1807 gli studi con i fratelli Carlo e Paolina, inizia a comporre piccoli componimenti poetici e cerca un proprio spazio autonomo all’interno di un’educazione di chiaro stampo controriformistico. Tra il 1813 e il 1816 inizia da solo lo studio del greco; si dedica a ricerche erudite e a varie indagini filologiche sorprendentemente rigorose e precise. Politicamente sposa le idee ultralegittimiste del padre. Nel 1817 pubblica sullo «Spettatore» l’Inno a Nettuno, fingendo trattarsi della traduzione di un originale greco, e due odi apocrife in greco, presentate come autentiche. Inizia la sua...
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APAriadna Petri
A fist of light into the throat of reality. Or nothing at all.
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RSRobert Louis Stevenson
13 noiembrie 1850 - 3 decembrie 1894 Robert Louis Stevenson was born to Thomas and Margaret Isabella Balfour Stevenson in Edinburgh on 13 November 1850. From the beginning he was sickly. Through much of his childhood he was attended by his faithful nurse, Alison Cunningham, known as Cummy in the family circle. She told him morbid stories about the Covenanters (the Scots Presbyterian martyrs), read aloud to him Victorian penny-serial novels, Bible stories, and the Psalms, and drilled the catechism into him, all with his parents' approval. Thomas Stevenson was quite a storyteller himself, and his wife doted on their only child, sitting in admiration while her precocious son expounded on religious dogma. Stevenson inevitably reacted to the morbidity of his religious education and to the stiffness of his family's middle-class values, but that rebellion would come only after he entered Edinburgh University.
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VHVicente Huidobro
Vicente García-Huidobro Fernández (January 10, 1893 – January 2, 1948) was a Chilean poet born to an aristocratic family. He was an exponent of the artistic movement called Creacionismo ("Creationism"), which held that a poet should bring life to the things he or she writes about, rather than just describe them. Huidobro was born into a wealthy family in Santiago. After spending his first years in Europe, he enrolled in a Jesuit secondary school in Santiago where he was expelled for using a ring, which he claimed, was for marriage. He studied literature at the University of Chile and published Ecos del alma (Soul's Echoes) in 1911, a work with modernist tendencies. The following year he married, and started to edit the journal Musa Joven (Young Muse), where part of his later book, Canciones en la noche (Songs in the Night) appeared, as well as his first calligram, "Triángulo armónico" ("Harmonic Triangle"). In 1913, along with Carlos Díaz Loyola, he edited the three issues of the...
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JCJim Carroll
James Dennis "Jim" Carroll (August 1, 1949 – September 11, 2009) was an author, poet, autobiographer, and punk musician. Carroll was best known for his 1978 autobiographical work The Basketball Diaries, which was made into the 1995 film of the same name, starring Leonardo DiCaprio as Carroll. Carroll was of Irish descent and attended Roman Catholic grammar schools from 1955 to 1963. In fall 1963, he entered public school, but was soon awarded a scholarship to the elite private school Trinity School (New York). He entered Trinity High School in 1964. Apart from being interested in writing, Carroll was an all-star basketball player throughout his grade school and high school career. He entered the "Biddy League" at age 13 and participated in the National High School All Star Game in 1966. During this time, Carroll was living a double life as a heroin addict who prostituted himself to afford his habit, but was also writing poems and attending poetry workshops at St. Mark's Poetry...
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AMAlessandro Manzoni
Alessandro Francesco Tommaso Manzoni (n. 7 martie 1785, Milano - d. 22 mai 1873, Milano) a fost un poet și scriitor italian asociat cu romantismul. Cea mai cunoscută operă a sa este romanul Logodnicii. A mai scris poeme, imnuri, sonete, ode, idile, tragedii. "...prin abandonarea deliberată a limbajului poetic tradițional, Manzoni ajunge să creeze în lirica sa o limbă simplă, caldă, umană, comunicativă, o limbă care trăiește prin forța imaginilor și a asociațiilor imediate, o limbă nesigură uneori sau chiar stângace, dar pătrunsă constant de vigoarea pe care i-o transferă mesajul uman pe care poetul socotește de datoria lui să-l transmită semenilor săi.” (extras din Antologia poeziei italiene de Eta Boeriu) *** Alessandro Manzoni iniziò negli anni giovanili con composizioni di ispirazione neoclassica. La conversione religiosa determinò una grande svolta nella sua attività letteraria. Tra il 1812 e il 1822 compose gli Inni sacri, cinque composizioni poetiche dedicate alle...
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Inne Alice
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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...
Exercitiu de critica
de Sorin Voinescu
Am avut ocazia sa verific munca unor colegi. Un lucru relativ simplu. Invatasem procedurile in scoala si doar trebuia sa le aplic. Daca regaseam rezultatele lor totul era in ordine. A aprecia...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 13 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary The funeral was arranged for the next succeeding day, so that Lucy and her mother might be buried together. I attended to all the ghastly formalities, and the urbane...
Mâncătoarele de ruj de buze din Casablanca (7)
de Doru Ciucescu
În anii petrecuți la Casablanca, am fost un abonat al Centrului Cultural Francez. Acolo mă cufundam în lectura cărților sau ziarelor luate direct din rafturile bibliotecii sau „tuais le temps”...
plutește haotic moartea nedumerită
de Eugenia Reiter
totul e la vedere ca într-o întâlnire de flagrant delict. e unul din lucrurile acelea cu zâne și prinți unde unii dispar ca să apară în capitolul următor însoțiți de mulți pitici. intotdeauna mi-au...
falling into no sleep
de dan mihuț
mă smulg din insomnie, obiectele mi se par mai mari rigiditatea lor îmi dă senzația de clopot, un aqualung medieval sau o existență ca o curbă a lui gauss deasupra creștetului meu mi-e sete. mă...
jo(i)se ară lat ino!
de Iosiv Basarab
au bagat ziarele de maine pe net, acum stiu cam tot ce se va intampla maine, mai putin numerele de la loto, dar parca maine nu e duminica, asa ca poate stiu tot. (va rog nu-mi spuneti dumnezeu,...
nessun dorma. all painted in black.
de Daniela Bîrzu
o casă fără oameni. singurătate lângă o sobă veche. sunt un surogat care suferă de ms. doctorii în halatele lor albastre mă veghează neputincioși. toate formele de distrofie sunt periculoase ți-am...
Atât
de Ileana Popescu Bâldea
Umbra ta a slăbit încape în ghetuțe moarte Înnod șireturile cu sfială Din față cuvintele vin în haită Cambrate pe glezne amintirile ciocnesc ultimul pahar Dintr-o pungă un om fără poveste respiră...
no more fear
de Daniela Bîrzu
"nothing can hurt me. when fire has already burned the fields all the lies and fantasies, all the scars. now you are deep into the ground. all the prayers are your enemies." // mici zvâcnete, animale...