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KYKe Yan
Ke Yan: born 1929, is a Chinese writer. Ke Yan was born in the province Guangdong. Her father was a writer and a translator and she has stated that she was first inspired by him to start writing. She is a playwright, novelist and poet. She is famous for her textbooks and children's literature. Also she has written lyrics and a script for a television program. Throughout her life she has held several positions. like vice Chief-Editor of Poetry Magazine, Editor of People's Literature, Vice-President of the Children's Educational Society of Beijing, and National Committee member of the Chinese Federation of the Art and Literature Circles. Famous amongst her work is Stories of a Little Soldier and Little Muddleheaded Aunt. Writer Ke Yan started her career 50 years ago as a writer of children's literature. Thirty years later, she wrote the reportage--for adults this time--Cancer Does Not Mean Death. This work, written by a person who did not have cancer, was nonetheless regarded by...
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SCStephen Crane
Stephen Crane (1871-1900), American author, whose second novel, The Red Badge Of Courage (1895), brought him international fame. The Red Badge of Courage depicted the American Civil War from the point of view of an ordinary soldier. It has been called the first modern war novel. Crane was born in Newark, New Jersey, on November1, 1871, as the 14th child of a Methodist minister. He started to write stories at the age of eight and at 16 he was writing articles for the New York Tribune. Crane studied at Lafayette College and Syracuse University. After his mother's death in 1890 - his father had died earlier - Crane moved to New York, where he lived a bohemian life, and worked as a free-lance writer and journalist. While supporting himself by his writings, he lived among the poor in the Bowery slums to research his first novel. Crane's first novel, Maggie: A Girl Of The Streets(1893) was a milestone in the development of literary naturalism. Crane had to print the book at his own expense,...
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EKElizabeth Kim
Elizabeth Kim was born in Korea. Omma was killed by her brother and father ('honour killing') for the sin of sleeping with an American soldier and producing a mixed-race child, Elizabeth. There is no record of her birth or of her name. Dumped in a horrific orphanage in post-war Seoul, Kim was lucky to be adopted by a fundamentalist American family. But just as her American features doomed her in racist Korea, her Korean features served as a constant reminder that she wasn't good enough for her new all-white environment. Her mother had always told her that life was made up of ten thousand joys as well as ten thousand sorrows.
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RWRosmarie Waldrop
Rosmarie Waldrop (born August 24, 1935) is a contemporary American poet, translator and publisher. Born in Germany, she has lived in the United States since 1958. She has lived in Providence, Rhode Island since the late 1960s. Waldrop is coeditor and publisher of Burning Deck Press, as well as the author or coauthor (as of 2006) of 17 books of poetry, two novels, and three books of criticism. Early life in Germany Waldrop was born in Kitzingen am Main on August 24, 1935. Towards the end of the Second World War, she joined a travelling theatre, but returned to school after in early 1946. At school, she studied piano and flute and played in a youth orchestra. At Christmas 1954, the orchestra gave a concert for American soldiers stationed at Kitzingen. Afterwards, one of the audience, Keith Waldrop invited members of the orchestra to listen to his records. He and Rosmarie became friendly and worked together over the next few months, translating German poetry into English. University...
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Jim Morrison
The facts are very simple. So simple that they might mislead you into thinking that the young man whose picture you see on this page is- well, a lot like a lot of other young men. But he isn`t. His full real name is James Douglas Morrison. He was born on December 8, 1943, in Melbourne, Fla.- which is near Cape Kennedy. Jim is six feet tall and has brown hair and haunting blue-grey eyes. After attending Florida State University, he moved to California, where he studied film-making at UCLA. Fortunately, he was side-tracked into the world of music (which had always held great interest for him) and he soon found himself the lead singer of a group called the Doors.
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ITIoan Tițian
Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...
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Dan Moldoveanu
'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski
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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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PEpetre ecaterina
"I'd like to see a sunset... Do me a favor your majesty... Command the sun to set."
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RTRichard Thompson
After earning a reputation as a fine guitarist in school bands like Emil and the Detectives, Richard had his first brush with ‘fame’ as a teenaged founding member of the 1960’s folk-rock pioneers, Fairport Convention. Playing an inventive musical mix of blues and California-style rock, the group was quickly dubbed “the new Jefferson Airplane”. The band’s founding members (Iain Matthews, Judy Dyble, Richard Thompson, Simon Nicol, Ashley Hutchings, Martin Lamble) were discovered playing in London’s Soho district, by American producer Joe Boyd. Boyd secured them a recording contract and their eponymous debut album was released in 1968. Shortly thereafter, the band’s lead vocalist, Judy Dyble, was replaced with the ethereal songstress, Sandy Denny. Other personnel changes followed and over the next four years, Fairport Convention gradually developed a more personal and British based repertoire. 1969’s Liege and Lief, long regarded as a milestone recording in defining British Rock,...
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Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 1) CLAUDIUS king of Denmark. (KING CLAUDIUS:) HAMLET son to the late, and nephew to the present king. POLONIUS lord chamberlain. (LORD POLONIUS:) HORATIO friend to...
Porn meditation
de Theodor Emilian Barbu
Porn has ruined it for me. I mean now I can never be with a girl who is less than perfect. Pretty just won’t do it anymore. It seems this is my curse. It’s hard even to talk to the ugly ones. That...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 7) ACT IV SCENE II Another room in the castle. [Enter HAMLET] HAMLET Safely stowed. ROSENCRANTZ: | | [Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! GUILDENSTERN: | HAMLET What noise?...
On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year
de George Gordon Noel Byron
Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824 \'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The...
Gnomic Verses
de William Blake
i Great things are done when men and mountains meet; This is not done by jostling in the street. ii To God If you have form\'d a circle to go into, Go into it yourself, and see how you would do. iii...
The Poems of Sappho Part I
de Sappho
The Poetry of Sappho: Introduction By J.B Hare Imagine that two millenia or so in the future, literary experts attempt to collect the glories of our literature. Most of our paper writings have...
The Ants
de Bernard Werber
The Ants ... On the forty-fifth floor of the basement, the 103,683rd asexual ant made her way into the wrestling halls, low-ceilinged rooms where the soldiers exercised inreadiness for the spring...
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...
like a sex bomb
de Bogdan Nicolae Groza
fac un pas rostogolit peste mine se spune că astfel trag moartea în piept cu încă douăsutecincizeci de respirații sacadate la mia de secunde spasmofilice tu nu cunoști invocările mele pasagere...
Like a leaf
de Lupea Iulia
Like a leaf Mi-am amintit de-o frunza-ngalbenita, Ce-am prins-o-n maini si-am strans-o fara mila, Am vrut sa fie-a mea, s-o tin pitita De toamna care plange si lumea cea ostila. Era atat de pura dar...