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AAAlphonse Allais
Alphonse Allais (October 20, 1854 - October 28, 1905) was a French writer and humorist born in Honfleur, Calvados. He is the author of many collections of whimsical writings. A poet as much as a humorist, he in particular cultivated the verse form known as holorhyme, i.e. made up entirely of homophonous verses, where entire lines rhyme. For example: par les bois du djinn où s'entasse de l'effroi, parle et bois du gin ou cent tasses de lait froid. Allais is also credited with the earliest known example of a completely silent musical composition. Composed in 1897, his Funeral March for the Obsequies of a Deaf Man -- consisting of nine blank measures -- predates comparable works by John Cage and Erwin Schulhoff by a considerable margin. His piece "Story for Sara" was translated and illustrated by Edward Gorey. Allais participated in humorous exhibitions, particularly in those of the Salon des Arts Incohérents of 1883 and 1884, held at the Galerie Vivienne. At these Allais exhibited...
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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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the crow
un spectru bantuie Europa
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TJThe Rave parties going Jester
nu stiu cum naiba sa scap de contul asta infect
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The Shadow
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Alex Dan
21 de ani,imi place singuratatea,observ si judec, imi place sa ma joc cu realitatea,scriu poezie si proza. Sper sa va placa...
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Matei Alexandru Marian
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The Sphinx
de Oscar Wilde
In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For...
silent scream*
de elis ioan
un om microscopic îmi doarme în pântec cu degetul mare în gură are universul lui în uterul meu eu mă zbat în uterul altcuiva îmi sug piciorul cu totul trag de cordonul ombilical amândoi așteptam să...
Death of Comedy
de Ohm
The deaths of the liars The lives of the saints The picture of silence Is the one that we paint Burning our bridges Is all fine and well But sinking the ship Will send you to hell Apathy is a noose...
Letter
de Crisan Iulian
I want to be your shadow To follow you at every step I want to be the silent wind That passes by you… Touching your skin Making you shiver and goes away lost, Forgotten… Noticed by no one. I want to...
To Silvia
de Giacomo Leopardi
Silvia, do you remember the moments, in your mortal life, when beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes, and you, light and thoughtful, went beyond girlhood’s limits? The quiet rooms and...
Miracles
de Coana Loenida
It really is a matter of perspective. The morning air is still dim and cool the birds I can hear almost seem to be whispering about something that has yet to happen, and if it does they will sing and...
Cantec de pierdut legatura cu lumea reala
de angela furtuna
cântec de pierdut legătura cu lumea reală o fată cu cap de vulpe cu părul mov cu nasul lung a scris pe zidul de la școala publică shantih shantih a scris cu pastelcolor galben \"îngerul Gabriel rage...
PARADISE LOST -- Book V
de John Milton
Book V Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred, And temperate...
Tot despre premii
de Maria Tirenescu
Următoarele haiku-uri scrise de Sonia Cristina Coman, din Constanța, au fost premiate la Highly Commended Haiku, Vancouver Chery blossom Festival, 2006, Canada. cireși înfloriți - petalele acoperă...
casino & flaps
de Daniela Bîrzu
presiunea e atât de mare încât ceva amorțește se îndoaie fie ele și scuturi sau cusăturile străzilor absorbind pașii, oamenii iar mașinile cu girofaruri albastre ne depășesc în continuu pentru că...