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GVGilles Vigneault
Gilles Vigneault, (born 27 October 1928) is a Québécois poet, publisher and singer-songwriter, and well-known Quebec nationalist and sovereigntist. A poet deeply rooted in his native Quebec, Vigneault has become an icon at home and Quebec ambassador abroad. He was one of the principal figures of the generation of chansonniers who helped the Quebec chanson find its own identity, even while helping it find a universal dimension. Born in Natashquan, on the far north shore of the St. Lawrence River in Quebec, he was educated in Rimouski and Quebec City. Vigneault started writing poetry during his studies at the Seminary in Rimouski, and by the 1950s was publishing poems and writing songs. In 1959 he founded a publishing house, Les Éditions de l'Arc to distribute his publications. His first collection, Étraves was published in 1959. In August 1960, at the request of the audience at the boîte à chansons L'Arlequin in Quebec City, he agreed to sing his earliest song: Jos Monferrand, written...
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Ian Bavitz
Ian Bavitz, Long Island, New York City, New York, USA. Acquiring his adopted moniker from a movie he had acted in with friends and adding the surname when he began throwing rhymes, Aesop Rock creates hip-hop that is potent and evocative of his home city of New York. He and his production partner Blockhead apparently derive most of their samples from records lifted from the 99 cent bins of local music stores, meaning most of the sounds on his albums are drawn from Italian disco records. The former art student from Boston University built up a strong online fanbase with a number of CD releases, including Music For Earthworms and Appleseed, before making his debut album for the Mush label in 2000 with Float. Drawing on history and mythology to inform his densely constructed soundscapes, Aesop Rock\'s dextrous flow required several listens for the impact of his lyrics to be fully understood and assimilated.
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Louis Jenkins
Louis Jenkins’ poems have been published in a number of literary magazines and anthologies, including The Best American Poetry 1999 (Scribner, 1999) and Great American Prose Poems (Scribner, 2003). His books of poetry include An Almost Human Gesture (1987), All Tangled Up With the Living (1991), Nice Fish: New and Selected Prose Poems(1995), winner of the Minnesota Book Award, Just Above Water(1997), The Winter Road(2000) and Sea Smoke(2004). His most recent books are North of the Cities (2007), European Shoes (2008) and Before You Know It: Prose Poems 1970-2005(2009) all published by Will o’ the Wisp Books. Mr. Jenkins was awarded two Bush Foundation Fellowships for poetry, a Loft-McKnight fellowship, and was the 2000 George Morrison Award winner. Louis Jenkins has read his poetry on A Prairie Home Companion and was a featured poet at the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival in 1996 and at the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival, Aldeburgh, England in 2007. Louis Jenkins is one of the...
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BRbarbu roxana-maria
am vazut lumina zilei pe 21 iunie 1990,in orasul bacau,dar ,am avut norocul de a-mi petrece primii ani ai copilariei intr-o lume de vis,intr-un sat linistit,aflat pe malul stang al dunarii ,un sat cu oameni cuminti,si cu frica de Dumnezeu.am scris inca de mica,si aveam satisfactia de a-mi fi ascultate poeziile.dupa cum era obiceiul prin acele locuri,ieseam seara dupa o zi lunga si obositoare,cu totii ,la poarta.femeile,unele coseau,altele torceau lana sau impleteau,in timp ce barbatii curatau porumb sau alte mestesuguri ce le voi mentiona in alte imprejurari; eu,nefiind prea multi copii pe-acolo,aveam de fiecare data privilegiu de a fi in centrul atentii,si astfel imi erau ascultate poziile.dupa ce am mai crescut ,nu am mai avut la tara timp de scris,fiind programul mult prea incarcat,dimineata la trei plecam la camp,si ne intorceam o data cu soarele ce se lasa peste sat.dar asta nu m-a impiedicat sa adun impresii si sa memorez imagini de o tulburatoare frumusete si...
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AGAdrian Gologan
born on the 5th of November in Otelu Rosu, Romania, emigrated since 1996 to Germany
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Elisabeta
irrelevant on the daily basis
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Stephen Davies
in the Kop and on the road
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Tom Waits
In the 1970s, Tom Waits combined a lyrical focus on desperate, lowlife characters with a persona that seemed to embody the same lifestyle, which he sang about in a raspy, gravelly voice. From the '80s on, his work became increasingly theatrical as he moved into acting and composing. Growing up in southern California, Waits attracted the attention of manager Herb Cohen, who also handled Frank Zappa, and was signed by him at the beginning of the 1970s, resulting in the material later released as The Early Years and The Early Years, Vol. 2. His formal recording debut came with Closing Time (1973) on Asylum Records, an album that contained "Ol' 55," which was covered by labelmates the Eagles for their On the Border album. Waits attracted critical acclaim and a cult audience for his subsequent albums, The Heart of Saturday Night (1974), the two-LP live set Nighthawks at the Diner (1975), Small Change (1976), Foreign Affairs (1977), Blue Valentine (1978), and Heart Attack and Vine (1980)....
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DBDaniela Maria Benea
I was born in Cluj-Napoca on the 11th of September 1970. I have learned to read, write and love over there. In 1991 I moved to Brisbane, Australia. I hold a bachelor degree in International Business. Later on I followed a couple of courses in Psychology. I mainly write in Romanian, that's what makes me feel closer to the places I left. However I do write in English, sometimes it feels like the words find me better this way, or maybe it's the other way around. I read many English books, biographies, poetry, etc.
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ANandra n
"it looks i've reached the crossroad.. remains of what i am still still waiting on the sidewalk to fill this peaceful day the burden of a choice my past dissolved..erased would you belive my world?"
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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...
PARADISE LOST -- Book IX
de John Milton
Book IX No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us\'d, To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast; permitting him the while Venial discourse...
Gradina amurgului
de valentin ursache
Take me with this ship of fools let me be your guiding light, Fight with me the storms and lightning alone,can\'t continue this fightning I will not tell you that it\'s easy I will not say a word I...
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...
The Poems of Sappho, Part II
de Sappho
The Poems of Sappho, Part II 19 ... Po`das de\' poi\'kilos ma\'slhs e?ka\'lupte, Lu\'dion ka\'lon e?\'rgon. A broidered strap of beautiful Lydian work covered her feet. Her shining ankles clad in...
Ode to the Book
de Pablo Neruda
When I close a book I open life. I hear faltering cries among harbours. Copper ignots slide down sand-pits to Tocopilla. Night time. Among the islands our ocean throbs with fish, touches the feet,...
Scrisoarea IV - vers Engleza
de Mihai Eminescu
See the tall and lonely castle mirrored in the placid lake, \'Neath those waters does its shadow through the ages never wake, Silently above the pine-tress rise its ancient rampart stark, Throwing...
portret cu Giocondă
de bianca marcovici
o pasăre dezarticulată prea puține lucruri seamănă cu realitatea (ne)virtuală, nici măcar muzica sufletului! tonul joacă rolul principal, sterilitatea imaginilor care cumulează în van vârsta...
Denial
de Andrei Dumitrescu
I don\'t go to the shore of some lake to write my poetry, nor do I go embrace the tail of the snake to find my rhyme of the heavens, I don\'t go high on the mountains to search for the me within me,...
Sonnet LXIV
de William Shakespeare
When I have seen by Time\'s fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the...