"The Stain" – 11441 rezultate
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The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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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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LSLuis Omar Salinas
Luis Omar Salinas (1937-2008) was a leading Chicano poet who published a number of well-received collections of poetry, including the Crazy Gypsy, which has been described as "a classic of contemporary and Chicano poetry"), I Go Dreaming Serenades, and Afternoon of The Unreal. He was awarded the Stanley Kunitz award by Columbia Magazine for one of his poems, and a General Electric Foundation Award. Salinas is regarded as "one of the founding fathers of Chicano poetry in America,"with many of his poems being "canonized in U.S. Hispanic literature." Born on June 24, 1937 in Robstown, Texas, Salinas' father, Rosendo Valdez Salinas, was a second generation Mexicano-Tejano. Salinas was raised under poor circumstances in Robstown until, as a teenager, he moved with his family to California. After graduating from Bakersfield High School, he served in the United States Marines Reserves and attended Bakersfield City College, where he earned an Associate of Arts degree in History. He then...
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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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SKStephen King
Stephen King a scris prima poveste cand avea 7 ani, dar a fost publicata la 18. Dupa ce a absolvit University of Maine, a lucrat ca juranlist sportiv pentru ziarul local. Preda Engleza la Maine's Hampden Academy cand primul sau roman, Carrie, a fost publicat, in 1974. Mai bine de un deceniu a fost cel mai popular scriitor din America. A publicat carti atat sub numele sau, cat si folosind 5 pseudonime, cum ar fi Richard Bachman (una dintre aceste carti a fost ecranizata - The Running Man - in 1989, si l-a avut in rol principal pe Arnold Schwarzenegger). A jucat de asemenea roluri mici in cateva filme bazate pe scenariul sau si a debutat ca regizor in 1986 cu filmul Maximum Overdrive. De asemenea a regizat cinci episoade din serialul TV Stephen King's The Golden Years. Alte contributii ale sale in TV includ: It! (1990), Sometimes They Come Back (1991), The Tommyknockers (1993), The Stand (1994), si The Langoliers (1995).
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YYYevgeny Yevtushenko
Yevgeny Yevtushenko Best known poet of the post-Stalin generation of Russian poets, Yevtushenko\'s early poems show the influence of Mayakovsky and loyalty to communism, but with such works as The Third Snow (1955) Yevtushenko become a spokesman for the young post-Stalin generation and travelled abroad widely throughout the Khrushchev and the Brezhnev periods. Yevtushenko was born in Zima in Irkutsk (July 18, 1933) as a fourth-generation descendant of Ukrainians exiled to Siberia. He moved to Moscow in 1944, where he studied at the Gorky Institute of Literature from 1951 to 1954. In 1948 he accompanied his father on geological expeditions to Kazakhstan and to Altai in 1950. His first important narrative poem Zima Junction was published in 1956 but gained international fame in 1961 with Babi Yar, in which he denounced Nazi and Russian anti-Semitism. The poem was not published in Russia until 1984, althoug it was frequently recited in both Russia and abroad. The Heirs of Stalin (1961),...
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GSGloria Steinem
Gloria Marie Steinem (born March 25, 1934) is an American feminist icon, journalist, and social and political activist. Rising to national prominence as a feminist leader in 1969, Steinem was a founder of New York magazine in the 1960s and broke ground in 1963 with an investigative report of how the women of Playboy were treated. In the 1970s she became a leading political leader and one of the most important heads of the second-wave feminism, the women's rights movement of the 1960s and 1970s. In 1971, Steinem, along with other feminist leaders (including Betty Friedan, Fannie Lou Hamer, Myrlie Evers, and U.S. Representatives Shirley Chisholm and Bella Abzug) founded the National Women's Political Caucus. An influential co-convener of the Caucus, she delivered her memorable "Address to the Women of America." The next year Steinem became the founding editor and publisher of Ms. magazine, which brought feminist issues to the forefront and became the movement's most influential...
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TWtenesee williams
Tennessee Williams, pseudonimul literar al lui Thomas Lanier Williams, (n. 26 martie 1911 – d. 25 februarie 1983) a fost un dramaturg, poet și romancier american, laureat al premiului Pulitzer pentru dramă pentru piesa de teatru A Streetcar Named Desire (Un tramvai numit dorință) în 1948 și ulterior pentru piesa Cat On a Hot Tin Roof (Pisica pe acoperișul fierbinte) în 1955. Tennessee Williams s-a născut la Columbus, Mississippi. Când avea trei ani familia sa s-a mutat la Clarksdale, Mississippi, apoi în anul 1918, la Saint Louis, Missouri. Piese timpurii 1936 – Candles to the Sun 1937 – Fugitive Kind 1937 – Spring Storm 1938 – Not about Nightingales 1940 – Battle of Angels -- rescrisă în 1957 ca Orpheus Descending 1945 – You Touched Me 1944 – Stairs to the Roof Piese majore 1944 – The Glass Menagerie -- Menajeria de sticlă 1947 – A Streetcar Named Desire -- Un tramvai numit dorință 1948 – Summer and Smoke -- Vară și fum 1950 – The Rose Tatoo -- Trandafirul tatuat 1955 – Cat on a Hot...
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ESEfrem Sirul
Sfântul și Prea Cuviosul Părintele nostru Efrem Sirul a fost un prolific scriitor de imnuri și teolog din secolul IV. El este cinstit de creștini din lumea întreagă, dar în mod deosebit de creștinii siriaci, ca sfânt. Prăznuirea sa în Biserica Ortodoxă este în 28 ianuarie. Efrem mai este cunoscut și ca Efraim (ebraică sau greacă), Efrem (latină), Afraim sau Afrem (ambele siriace). Totuși, "Efrem" este scrierea preferată în general. Siriacă — ܡܪܝ ܐܦܪܝܡ ܣܘܪܝܝܐ — Mâr Aphrêm Sûryâyâ. Greacă — Άγιος Εφραιμ Συρος — Hagios Ephraim Syros. Latină — Sanctus Ephraem Syrus Engleză — Saint Ephrem the Syrian Arabă — أفرام السرياني — Afram as-Suryani Efrem s-a născut în jurul anului 306, în orașul Nisibis (actualul Nusaybin, la granița cu Siria)....
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PCPierre de Saint Cloud
This skillful and cultured poet brought the adventures of Renart the Fox, known previously only in Latin, to a wider, French-speaking public. The two earliest branches of the Roman de Renart, II and Va (ca. 1174–77), which relate the love affair of Renart and Hersent the she-wolf, are attributed to him. Though he imitated Ysengrimus for three episodes (“Renart and Chantecler,” “Renart and the Titmouse,” “Renart and Hersent”) and Marie de France for another (“The Fox and the Crow”), “Renart and Tibert the Cat” is his own invention. He pokes fun at the legal system, pontifical legates and certain religious institutions, princes and nobles, through a subtle parody, intended largely to evoke laughter, of the chansons de geste and Arthurian romance. He was read and imitated by French and foreign authors of beast epics, such as Jacquemart Gielée, Heinrich der Glîchezâre, and Chaucer), by fabulists and writers of exempla (Eudes de Cheriton, Nicole Bozon, Jacques de Vitry), and by Philippe de...
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