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In collaboration with vocalist brother Russell, composer/keyboardist Ron Mael was the mastermind behind the skewed pop smarts and wiseguy wordplay of cult favorite Sparks. Born August 12, 1950, in Culver City, CA, Mael spent his childhood modeling young men\'s apparel for mail-order catalogues; while attending UCLA in 1970, he and Russell formed their first group, Halfnelson. Although Todd Rundgren produced the band\'s self-titled 1971 debut, their quirky, tongue-in-cheek art pop initially failed to find an audience. After their manager successfully convinced the Maels to change the group\'s name, however, Sparks almost reached the Hot 100 with the single \"Wonder Girl.\" 1972\'s sublimely bizarre A Woofer in Tweeter\'s Clothing cemented the band\'s cult status, and scored another near-hit with \"Girl From Germany.\" Following the Maels\' relocation to England, 1974\'s glam-bubblegum opus Kimono My House reached the Top Five on the U.K. album charts and spawned two major British hits,...

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Claude Simon

Claude Simon (10 October 1913, — 6 July 2005) was a French novelist and the 1985 Nobel Laureate in Literature. He was born in Antananarivo, Madagascar, and died in Paris, France. Simon is often identified with the nouveau roman movement exemplified in the works of Alain Robbe-Grillet and Michel Butor, and while his fragmented narratives certainly contain some of the formal disruption characteristic of that movement (in particular Triptyque from 1973), he nevertheless retains a strong sense of narrative and character. In fact, Simon arguably has much more in common with his Modernist predecessors than with his contemporaries; in particular, the works of Marcel Proust and William Faulkner are a clear influence. Simon's use of self-consciously long sentences (often stretching across many pages and with parentheses sometimes interrupting a clause which is only completed pages later) can be seen to reference Proust's own style, and Simon morever makes use of certain Proustian settings (in...

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Alejandra Pizarnik

Life and Work She was born on April 29, 1936 to Russian Jewish immigrant parents in Avellaneda, a suburb of Buenos Aires, Argentina. A year after entering the department of Philosophy and Letters at the Universidad de Buenos Aires, Pizarnik published her first book of poetry, La tierra más ajena (1955). Soon after, she studied painting with Juan Batlle Planas. Pizarnik followed her debut work with two more volumes of poems, La última inocencia (1956) and Las aventuras perdidas (1958). From 1960 to 1964 Pizarnik lived in Paris. There she worked for the journal Cuadernos, sat on the editorial board of the magazine Les Lettres Nouvelles, and participated in the Parisian literary world. Pizarnik also attended a variety of courses at the Sorbonne, including contemporary French Literature. She died in Buenos Aires of a self-induced overdose of seconal. [edit] Words in life * The Land Far Beyond(La tierra más ajena) (1955) * The Last Innoncence (La última inocencia, 1956) * The Lost...

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Wilhelm Hauff

Wilhelm Hauff (November 29, 1802 – November 18, 1827) was a German poet and novelist. Wilhelm Hauff was born in Stuttgart, the son of August Friedrich Hauff, a secretary in the ministry of foreign affairs, and Hedwig Wilhelmine Elsaesser Hauff. He was the second of four children. Young Hauff lost his father when he was seven years old, and his early education was practically self-gained in the library of his maternal grandfather at Tübingen, where his mother had moved after the death of her husband. In 1818 he was sent to the Klosterschule at Blaubeuren, and in 1820 began to study at the University of Tübingen. In four years he completed his philosophical and theological studies at the Tübinger Stift. On leaving the university, Hauff became tutor to the children of the famous Württemberg minister of war, General Baron Ernst Eugen von Hugel (1774-1849), and for them wrote his Märchen (fairy tales), which he published in his Märchen almanach auf das Jahr 1826 (Fairytale Almanac of...

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Jean de La Bruyère

He was born in Paris, not, as was once thought, at Dourdan (in today's Essonne département) in 1645. His family was middle class, and his reference to a certain Geoffroy de La Bruyère, a crusader, is only a satirical illustration of a method of self-ennoblement common in France as in some other countries. Indeed he himself always signed the name Delabruyère in one word, as evidence of this. He could trace his family back at least as far as his great-grandfather, who had been a strong Leaguer. La Bruyère's own father was controller general of finance to the Hôtel de Ville. The son was educated by the Oratorians and at the University of Orléans; he was called to the bar, and in 1673 bought a post in the revenue department at Caen, which gave him status and an income. His predecessor in the post was a relation of Jacques Benigne Bossuet, and it is thought that the transaction was the cause of La Bruyère's introduction to the great orator Bossuet, who from the date of his own...

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dan marius

"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/

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Axel Lenn

Activitate: - redactor sef al revistelor Un altar cu singuratati, Ioan Maiorescu, Catcher – C.N. Carol I, Craiova - redactor sef al revistei A Doua Veghe – UMF Craiova - redactor al revistei virtuale Sisif, E-Leonardo - Cenaclul Al. Macedonski, C.N. Carol I, Craiova - Cenaclul Litera, Craiova - Societatea Scriitorilor din Oltenia - Cenaclul Colinele Vietii, UMF Craiova Colaborari: - rev. Traian, Deva - Cuvantul Libertatii – supliment cultural, Craiova - Museum, Craiova - Litera, Craiova - Noi, NU! Bun de tipar: - Victor Stoicea, Mihai-Ciprian Stoicea – "Despre cele sapte minuni ale lumii antice", Ed. SITECH, Craiova 2001, ISBN – 973-657-164-5 - Axel H.Lenn – "Letters from the Soul" (An International Poetry Anthology), The International Library of Poetry, USA 2002, Library of Congress ISBN – 0-7951-5160-8 - Axel H.Lenn – "The Sound of Poetry" (CD Anthology), Library of Congress, USA 2002 - Axel H.Lenn – grafica si prezentare pentru volumul de poezie "In numele iubirii" – Raissa Simion,...

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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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Călin Sămărghițan

- deținător al primului și deocamdată singurului saluki din România, septembrie 2009, de la care moment scrisul a retrogradat pe locul doi. - Născut în 1969 la Sibiu. - Licențiat al Facultății de Teologie din Sibiu, 1992. - Studii la College of the Ressurection, Universitatea Leeds, Anglia, 1996. - Titlul de doctor în Teologie al Universității "Babeș-Bolyai" din Cluj-Napoca, 2000. - Licențiat al Facultății de Litere din Sibiu, 2001. - Născut a doua oară într-o facere mai lungă, la Predeal în 2001-2002. - Fost redactor șef al Revistei literare "Gândirea" (serie nouă), 1994-2004, revistă care a apărut între anii 1990 - 2004, de atunci mereu cu gânduri de reluare. - Articole și studii de specialitate, inter și transdisciplinare, critică literară, critică a criticii și cronică de carte, publicate în reviste și ziare din Sibiu ("Revista Teologică", "Telegraful Român", "Tribuna", "Radical", "Monitorul de Sibiu"), Sinaia ("Gândirea"), Târgu-Mureș ("Vatra", cu extras în volum tematic),...

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The Self-Seeker

de Robert Frost

Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...

the despisers of the body

de Friedrich Nietzsche

4. The Despisers of the Body TO THE despisers of the body will I speak my word. I wish them neither to learn afresh, nor teach anew, but only to bid farewell to their own bodies,- and thus be dumb....

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goodbye to the self

de alexi ionescu

a light shouting in your mind the presence of loneliness coming from behind and what is silence if not a cure spoken forever, never listened for sure i really hurt you with my pain no silly arguments...

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The Phœnix and the turtle

de William Shakespeare

Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking harbinger, Foul precurrer of the fiend, Augur of the fever\'s...

Uitarea

de Dafina David

Everythings but i’d stay blind till the sin the self till the burn; everythings- sorii-s de catifea mâinile de uitare; plopii sunt uscați ca deșertul, răni înghițite de piele. Focul stă să pută rău:...

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Sonnet XV

de William Shakespeare

When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that...

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...