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WHWilliam 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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AAmara
"Poet divin, lumina fara moarte m-ajute-n grai iubirea-n veci fierbinte cu care pururi ti-am citit din carte" Infernul - Dante Alighieri This is me for forever One of the lost ones The one without a name Without an honest heart as compass This is me for forever One without a name These lines the last endeavor To find the missing lifeline Nemo - Nightwish Last dance, first kiss Your touch my bliss Beauty always comes with dark thoughts I wish... Wish I had an Angel - Nightwish
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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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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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Duca Horia
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.
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WJWilliam Wymark Jacobs
William Wymark Jacobs (8 September 1863 – 1 September 1943), was an English author of short stories and novels. He is now best remembered for his macabre tales "The Monkey's Paw" (published 1902 in the collection of short stories The Lady of the Barge) and "The Toll House" (published 1909 in the collection of short stories Sailors' Knots). However the majority of his output was humorous in tone. His favourite subjects were marine life: "men who go down to the sea in ships of moderate tonnage" said Punch, reviewing his first collection of stories, Many Cargoes, which achieved great popular success on its publication in 1896. Many Cargoes was followed by the novel The Skipper's Wooing in 1897, and another collection of short stories, Sea Urchins (1898) set the seal on his popularity. Among his other titles are Captains All, Sailors' Knots, and Night Watches. The title of the last reflects the popularity of perhaps his most enduring character: the night-watchman on the wharf in Wapping,...
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DHDashiell Hammett
Samuel Dashiell Hammett; May 27, 1894 – January 10, 1961) was an American author of hard-boiled detective novels and short stories. Among the enduring characters he created are Sam Spade (The Maltese Falcon), Nick and Nora Charles (The Thin Man), the newspaper comic strip Secret Agent X-9 and the Continental Op (Red Harvest and The Dain Curse). In addition to the significant influence his novels and stories had on film, Hammett "is now widely regarded as one of the finest mystery writers of all time" and was called, in his obituary in The New York Times, "the dean of the... 'hard-boiled' school of detective fiction". Time magazine included Hammett's 1929 novel Red Harvest on a list of the 100 best English-language novels published between 1923 to 2005. Hammett was born on a farm called "Hopewell and Aim" off Great Mills Road, St. Mary's County, in southern Maryland, United States. His parents were Richard Thomas Hammett and Anne Bond Dashiell. (The Dashiells are an old Maryland...
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JAJohn Ashbery
John Ashbery (born July 28, 1927) is an American poet. He has won nearly every major American award for poetry and is recognized as one of America's most important, though still controversial, poets. In an article on Elizabeth Bishop in his Selected Prose, he characterizes himself as having been described as "a harebrained, homegrown surrealist whose poetry defies even the rules and logic of Surrealism." "No figure looms so large in American poetry over the past 50 years as John Ashbery", Langdon Hammer, chairman of the English Department at Yale University, wrote in 2008. American poet has had a larger, more diverse vocabulary, not Whitman, not Pound". Stephen Burt, a poet and Harvard professor of English has compared Ashbery to T. S. Eliot, the "last figure whom half the English-language poets alive thought a great model, and the other half thought incomprehensible" Ashbery was born in Rochester, New York, and raised on a farm near Lake Ontario; his brother died when they were...
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IHIon Horea
Ion Horea s-a nascut la 10 mai 1929, in comuna Petea de Campie, judetul Mures; parintii, Ioan si Ana, tarani. A debutat in Almanahul literar din Cluj, nr. 1, decembrie 1949, cu Balada insamintarii griului de toamna. „Scrisa cu patima amanuntului si aproape cu superstitia de a nu lasa neinregistrata in sentiment nici o ipostaza vegetala sau nici un obiect vegetal, poezia lui Ion Horea izbuteste in finalitatea ei sa inalte un ansamblu echilibrat si armonios, de natura apolinica, iar nu dionisiaca, asa cum ar parea la prima vedere. Patima amanuntului, cum spuneam, se structureaza lent, prin acumulari succesive de obiecte, si ea contine intr-adevar ceva din gustul ritualurilor si din feeriile dionisiace, dar tonalitatea poemelor are acea verticalitate a scoartelor oltenesti menite prin forta culorii si stilizarea riguroasa a desenului sa impodobeasca deopotriva si zidul odaii de musafiri, dar si altarul unei biserici…” (Nichita Stanescu) „Pentru Ion Horea, satul este adevarata sa Roma....
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Ada Ionescu
I am a news editor at a local radio in my hometown. "Pe unde trec las umbra înfiptă ca o sperietoare în gradina iubirii. Vreau să mă întorc mai târziu și să zic: Umbră, fă-te copil!"
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A lost hope
de Bratu Mihai
A rainy day came in our world And stole what was left, Of our last hope Of a better world. Bringers of hate,descend from sky, They want to fight and stole our loves. And in this battle each of us...
Dreaming reality
de Marlena Culi
My mind plays tricks on you Simplicity in words Free the mind where butterflies The sweet smell of ignorance lies. Words of wisdom Bring no meaning The truth of whom, Who ever grieves by crying?...
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...
letter-thaughts
de petrut marinescu
I was thinking about you last night.About what we\'re talking,about whatwe\'re dreaming,about how our lives are.Some of my thaughts are the same as yours and that makes me feel close to you.Some of...
I Lost My Nights
de bayar
I lost my nights with trembling thoughts Around the spirit of growing hope I lost my nights with senseless love All for nothing: nothing from all… I urged myself to bluer skies Like in a fantasy...
Famous blue raincoat
de Leonard Cohen
It\'s four in the morning, the end of December I\'m writing you now just to see if you\'re better New York is cold, but I like where I\'m living There\'s music on Clinton Street all through the...
On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations
de Robert Frost
You\'ll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves. The sun and moon get crossed, but they never...
Song of wine
de Emile Nelligan
Fresh in joy\'s live light all things coincide, This fine may eve! like living hopes that once Were in my heart, the choring birds once Their prelude to my window open wide. O fine may eve! o happy...
Life In A Bottle
de Robert Browning
Escape me? Never-- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth, While the one eludes, must the other pursue. My life is a fault at...
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...