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0.02 secundeMeilisearchIsaac Asimov
Biographical (non-literary) How do you pronounce \"Isaac Asimov\"? \"EYE\'zik AA\'zi-mov\". The name is spelled with an \"s\" and not a \"z\" because Asimov\'s father didn\'t understand the English alphabet clearly when the family moved to the U.S. in 1923. (In Russian, the spelling was the Cyrillic equivalent of Azimov, and in Yiddish, the Hebrew letters were aleph-zayin-yod-mem-aleph-vav-vav.) One way to remember this pronunciation is the pun from The Flying Sorcerers by Larry Niven and David Gerrold: \"As a color, shade of purple-grey\", or \"As a mauve\". Asimov wrote a poem (\"The Prime of Life\") in which he rhymes his surname with \"stars above\"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with \"mazel tov\", which he thought an improvement. Asimov\'s own suggestion, however, as to how to remember his name was to say \"Has Him Off\" and leave out the H\'s. When did Asimov die? What was the cause of his death? Where is he buried? Asimov died on April 6, 1992 of heart...
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ATArseny Tarkovsky
Arseny Alexandrovich Tarkovsky (Russian: Арсе́ний Алекса́ндрович Тарко́вский, June 25 [O.S. June 12] 1907, Elisavetgrad – May 27, 1989, Moscow) was a prominent Russian poet and translator. His poems appeared in the films The Mirror and Stalker, directed by Andrei Tarkovsky, his son. Tarkovsky was born in Elisavetgrad to the family of a Narodnik on June 24 N.S. 1907. By 1924 he had moved to Moscow, and from 1924-1925 he worked for a newspaper for railroad workers called "Gudok." Tarkovsky managed a section that was to be filled by an editorial written in verse, that was supposedly easier for the readers than the ordinary prosaic editorials. Each day, Tarkovsky would either write such poetical editorials himself, or find somebody else to do it. Needless to say, the poetry of these editorials...
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Neacsu Laura
hmmm..to much to say...
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Tarnoveanu Silviu
I shouldnt say nothing ... cuz Nothing is to say ... or should be , but would hurt ... Incearca sa intelegi ce citesti si cum citesti atunci cand citesti ceea ce citesti , citind poieziile ce le-am citit atunci cand le-am scris ... atunci cand le citesti defapt le mai citesc eu odata pentru tine , pentru ca si dealtfel ar fi doar si numai ..... stii tu ... ceva cuvinte fara de`nteles . Incearca sa intri pe : http://ConstantinSilviu.blogspot.com de-ti place iti fac si tie una Originala ... will not take more then 5 mins ... but will be like .... a durat 1 an . Nr contact : 0749 12 55 22 e-mail : Dizzy.minimal@gmail.com Best Regards T.C Silviu
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nicoleta d.
no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen and felt...so all that I can say is that I live, not only exist...
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Michael Jackson
listen to my music, not what the tabloids say,...
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Joseph Louis Vance
Louis Joseph Vance was born on September 19, 1879 in New York, New York (although some sources say Washington, DC). He was an American fiction writer of short stories, novels and screenplays. Vance was the son of Wilson and Lillie Beall Vance. Originally, Vance wanted to become an artist and illustrator and attended the Art Students League and Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute. Vance married Nance Elizabeth Hodges in 1898. They had one son, Wilson Beall Vance who was born the following year. Vance was 26 years old when his first book,Terence O\'Rourke,Gentlema Adventurer was published in 1905. Vance was a \"hack\" writer for many years producing hundreds of short stories and some adventure novels until he published a group of three mystery novels which promoted him to best-selling author status. The novels were: The Brass Bowl (1907) about a beautiful young girl, who in order to help her grieving father,becomes a burglar and meets a professional burglar who resembles the identical twin...
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ABAlan Brownjohn
Alan Charles Brownjohn FRSL (born 28 July 1931) is an English poet and novelist. He was born in London and educated at Merton College, Oxford. He taught until 1979, when he became a full-time writer. He participated in Philip Hobsbaum's weekly poetry discussion meetings known as The Group. Alan Brownjohn is a Distinguished Supporter of the British Humanist Association. Works Travellers Alone (1954) poems The Railings (1961) poems To Clear the River (1964) novel, as John Berrington Penguin Modern Poets 14 (1965) with Michael Hamburger, Charles Tomlinson The Lions' Mouths (1967) A Day by Indirections (1969) broadsheet poem First I Say This: A Selection of Poems for Reading Aloud (1969) editor Sandgrains On A Tray (1969) Woman Reading Aloud (1969) broadsheet poem Synopsis (1970) Brownjohn's Beasts (1970) Transformation Scene (1971) broadside poem An Equivalent (1971) poem New Poems 1970 - 71. A P.E.N. Anthology of Contemporary Poetry (1971) edited with Seamus Heaney and Jon Stallworthy...
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KRKay Ryan
Kay Ryan was born in California in 1945 and grew up in the small towns of the San Joaquin Valley and the Mojave Desert. She received both a bachelor\'s and master\'s degree from UCLA. Ryan has published several collections of poetry, including The Niagara River (Grove Press, 2005); Say Uncle (2000); Elephant Rocks (1996); Flamingo Watching (1994), which was a finalist for both the Lamont Poetry Selection and the Lenore Marshall Prize; Strangely Marked Metal (1985); and Dragon Acts to Dragon Ends (1983). About her work, J. D. McClatchy has said: \"Her poems are compact, exhilarating, strange affairs, like Erik Satie miniatures or Joseph Cornell boxes. She is an anomaly in today\'s literary culture: as intense and elliptical as Dickinson, as buoyant and rueful as Frost.\" Ryan\'s awards include the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, a Guggenheim fellowship, an Ingram Merrill Award, a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Union League Poetry Prize, the Maurice English Poetry...
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SASait Faik Abasıyanık
Sait Faik Abasıyanık ya da Sait Faik (d. 18 Kasım 1906[13][14] ya da 22 Kasım 1906[15] ya da 23 Kasım 1906[16][17], Adapazarı – ö. 11 Mayıs 1954, İstanbul) Türk öykü ve roman yazarı, șair. Türk hikâyeciliğinin önde gelen yazarlarından sayılan Abasıyanık[18], çağdaș hikâyeciliğe yaptığı katkılarla Türk edebiyatında bir dönüm noktası sayılır.[19] Modern Türk hikâyeciliğinin öncülerinden olan Sait Faik, getirdiği yeniliklerle \"kökü kendisinde olan\" bir yazar olarak kabul edilir.[20] Klasik öykü tekniğini yıkarak doğayı ve insanları basit, samimi, hem iyi hem kötü taraflarıyla oldukları gibi fakat șiirsel ve usta bir dille anlattı.[21] Bunu yaparken diğer çoğu Cumhuriyet sonrası sanatçısı gibi Batı\'daki gelișmelere bağlı kalmadı, hiçbir edebî anlayıșın etkisinde...
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zarathustra
de Friedrich Nietzsche
1891 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA by Friedrich Nietzsche translated by Thomas Common PROLOGUE Zarathustra\'s Prologue 1. WHEN Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of his home,...
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...
The Axe Helve
de Robert Frost
I\'ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder\'s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder...
The Code
de Robert Frost
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always lifted toward the west Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a...
The Last Question
de Isaac Asimov
The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five-dollar bet over...
Dialogue Between a Priest and a Dying Man (1782)
de Donatien Alphonse François, marquis de Sade
PRIEST - Come to this the fatal hour when at last from the eyes of deluded man the scales must fall away, and be shown the cruel picture of his errors and his vices - say, my son, do you not repent...
Resurrection
de doris
RESURRECTION A climate of illusion has died into my arms So now you caught me as I try to bury A lost belief, an ark into my soul. Is near a way to say, in life or death, The magic words of love and...
An everlasting love
de Filip Ruxandra
It was the middle of the night when he first saw me. I was no bigger then 5 centimeters and I was looking into the mirror, dressed in my new little white dress. I didn’t realize till late that I was...
The Mountain
de Robert Frost
The mountain held the town as in a shadow. I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the west, Where its black body cut into the sky. Near me it seemed: I felt it like...
The Star-Splitter
de Robert Frost
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something I should have done by...