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CFCarmen Fenesan
"Well. I'll tell you somethin' about your famous future. Every day I wake up, it's still the present. The same grimy, boring present. I don't think this future thing exists." (Titan AE)
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Jiddu Krishnamurti
The core of Krishnamurti\'s teaching is contained in the statement he made in 1929 when he said: \'Truth is a pathless land\'. Man cannot come to it through any organisation, through any creed, through any dogma, priest or ritual, not through any philosophic knowledge or psychological technique. He has to find it through the mirror of relationship, through the understanding of the contents of his own mind . . . Statement by Krishnamurti in 1981. Jiddu Krishnamurti was born on 11th May 1895 in Madanapalle, a town in south India, the eighth child in a middle-class family. At an early age he was adopted by Annie Besant, then the President of the Theosophical Society, with its headquarters in Madras. She took Krishnamurti and his brother Nitya to England where she had them educated privately. On Krishnamurti\'s return to India while still in his teens, Theosophists proclaimed him to be the world teacher whose coming they had been awaiting. They built a large and rich order round him, with...
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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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James Joyce
Joyce was born in Dublin, where his father was a rates collector. He was educated at a Jesuit school and University College, Dublin where he studied philosophy and language. When he was still an undergraduate, in 1900, his long review of Ibsen’s last play was published in the Fortnightly Review. At this time he also began writing his poems which were later collected in Chamber Music, published in 1907. In 1902 Joyce left Dublin for Paris, but returned the following year as his mother was dying. From 1904 he lived with Nora Barnacle, whom he married in 1931 (the year his father died), a son was born in 1905, and a daughter in 1918. Their home from 1905 to 1915 was Trieste, where Joyce taught English at the Berlitz school. In 1909 and 1912 he made his final trips to Ireland, attempting to arrange the publication of his first book Dubliners, which finally appeared in England in 1914. It was during this time that he was contacted by Ezra Pound, a leading champion of modernist writers who...
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ACAntonio Cisneros
The Peruvian poet and novelist Antonio Cisneros was born in Lima in 1942 where, from 1960 to 1964, he studied literature at the »Catholic University«. Later he undertook a PhD at the »San Marcos University«. He had already begun to publish his poems with much success in his first few years as a student. His volume of poetry »Destierro« came out in 1961 and is now regarded as among the classics of Latin-American lyric poetry. Early on he was still very much influenced by the Anglo-American beat-literature and inspired by its ironic gestures and its every-day sound. Later he turned more noticeably to political issues in order, so he emphasizes, to counteract the increasing political indifference in Latin-American society. The volume entitled »Comentarios reales de Antonio Cisneros« was aimed at the distortion of history by officials in his own country. The title, rich in associations, refers to the work of the first Castilian-writing Peruvian poet, Garcilaso de La Vega, also called »El...
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TET.S. Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot, OM (26 September 1888–4 January 1965), was a poet, playwright and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Among his most famous writings are the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the Cathedral and The Cocktail Party; and the essay "Tradition and the Individual Talent". Eliot was born in the United States, moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at age 25), and became a British subject in 1927 at the age of 39. Of his nationality and its role in his work, Eliot said: "[My poetry] wouldn't be what it is if I'd been born in England, and it wouldn't be what it is if I'd stayed in America. It's a combination of things. But in its sources, in its emotional springs, it comes from America."
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OOtilia
It's personal.
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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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noemi todean
it's me....the same ....so, am terminat liceul la colegiul national andrei muresanu dej ...am castigat premiul intii la concursul de poezii 'pana de aur' la nivel national,am participat la diferite olimpiade de limba si literatura romana si latina in cadrul scolii generale si liceu. sunt in anul III la facultatea de psihologie babes bolyai cluj napoca.lucrez ca receptioner sef la black tulip hotel dej, hotel de 4 stele.
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Nedelea Emanuel
"Life's a wheel of fortune and it's my chance to spin it."Tupac Amaru Shakur
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Ora locală USA !!!
de Mariana Tanase
Ora 12 a venit, omul negru a sosit!!! Jocul acesta al copilăriei ne punea pe goană, ne alerga, atât timp cât unul dintre noi copiii scanda incantația. Erai bun alergător, îl prindeai pe omul negru !...
Awards of the Bulgarian Haiku Club
de Corneliu Traian Atanasiu
Multe concursuri de haiku au loc în cadrul unor evenimente mai complexe, fiind asociate altor manifestări pentru a realiza un grupaj mai atrăgător și mai colorat. Radioul bulgar a realizat anul...
Sinucigasul
de Nikolai Erdman
Young man, do you think -- or I should say what do you think -- please don\'t interrupt me, just listen -- imagine that tomorrow at twelve noon you are going to take a revolver in your hand -- please...
At the mother's cross A face of an angel of childhood
de Laurențiu Nelu Rădoi
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Under the acacias bathed in dead winter's frost, Driven in the wheel of life by a windy March, The moon rises warm, but it's so far away The too...
Nights in Melbourne
de Bianca
FADE IN EXT. RANDOM LANDSCAPE– DAY (BACKGROUND MUSIC: SAVAGE GARDEN- TRULY MADLY DEEPLY) The sun sets. The clouds are moving slowly, covering big parts of the sky. CHRISTIE V.O. Dear diary, I don’t...
Why
de Emma
Why is it life so dear to us? Why is it pure,magic and thus Sparkling,hidden under mists of grass, On the ground of sky Lightened by the faithful moonly rye. However absurd this definition seems This...
My dear Dreamer
de Lorena
Dear Dreamy, I don’t give a shit no more since you left and closed the door... I used to care, used to share but it`s all over now you’ve ruined it somehow... I wish you`d feel the way I feel all...
Haiku și tanka
de Marian Nicolae TOMI
* ceaiul dă în foc - the tea is boiling - cu ochii pierduți pe câmp the eyes lost on the field închizând geamul closing the window * privind un lemn uscat – looking at a dry log - înflorind fără...
Venus and Adonis
de William Shakespeare
\'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.\' To the Right Honourable Henry Wríothestly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. RIGHT HONOURABLE, I know not...
Sonet V
de Cristian Vasiliu
Ești dăruit din cazna migăloasă A timpului cu chipul tău frumos, Dar mai apoi tot el – tiranul – o să Îți surpe-al frumuseților prinos, Căci timpul schimbă fiecare vara, Răpindu-i frunzele, într-o...