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RSRobert Sheckley
Robert Sheckley, born in 1928, grew up in New Jersey and served in Korea before selling his first story in 1951. A master of satire and irony whose work has been called \"galactic humor,\" Sheckley was one of the first to portray gadgets that think for humans, such as intelligent refrigerators. Among his classic stories are \"Shape\", \"Specialist\", \"Seventh Victim\", and \"Warm\" (all 1953), \"The Prize of Peril\" (1958), \"The Store of the Worlds\" (1959), \"The People Trap\" (1968), and \"Can You Feel Anything When I Do This?\" (1969); \"Shall We Have a Little Talk?\" (1965) and \"What Is Life?\" (1976) were Nebula and World Fantasy award nominees respectively. Early story collections Untouched by Human Hands (1954), Citizen in Space (1955), and Pilgrimage to Earth (1957) were followed by others in the \'60s and \'70s, with retrospective The Collected Short Fiction of Robert Sheckley published in 5 volumes in 1991. Sheckley\'s first novel Immortality Inc. (1959) was an expanded...
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CFCarmen Fenesan
"Well. I'll tell you somethin' about your famous future. Every day I wake up, it's still the present. The same grimy, boring present. I don't think this future thing exists." (Titan AE)
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Duca Horia
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.
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KSKarl Shapiro
Karl Jay Shapiro (10 November 1913, Baltimore, Maryland – 14 May 2000, New York City) was an American poet. He was appointed the fifth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1946. Works Poetry * Adult Bookstore (1976) * Auto Wreck (1942) * Collected Poems, 1940-1977 (1978) * Essay on Rime (1945) * New and Selected Poems, 1940-1987 (1988) * Person, Place, and Thing (1942) * The Fly (1942) * Place of Love (1943) * Poems (1935) * Poems 1940-1953 (1953) * Poems of a Jew (1950) * Poet: Volume I: The Younger Son (1988) * Selected Poems (Random House, 1968) * Selected Poems (Library of America, 2003), edited by John Updike. * The Bourgeois Poet (1964) * The Old Horsefly (1993) * The Place of Love (1943) * Trial of a Poet (1947) * V-Letter and Other Poems (1945) * White Haired Lover (1968) * The Wild Card: Selected Poems, Early and Late (1998) * Coda: Last Poems (2008) Autobiography * Reports of My Death (1990) * Poet: An Autobiography in Three Parts (Chapel Hill:...
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MMMoarcăș Monica
Din tăcere, m-am născut (în 1988, Brașov), iar acum cuvântul îmi este prietenul cel mai drag, scut, dușman și mângâiere. 2002-2006: Colegiul Național ”Dr. Ioan Meșotă” Brașov 2006-prezent (adică 2012): Facultatea de Medicină Brașov viitor: ”Be the change you want to see in the world” (Gandhi)
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RDRadu Dumitrescu
Everything I think is golden - crystal, fucking beautiful shit, man. I am so fucking pure.
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Carla Ionita
I am the damnedest creature! I make you think of the old story about Alexander the Great. He wept when there were no more worlds to conquerr. Will I weep when there are no more rules to break?
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AAsdF
tot ce se poate spune despre mine...whierd kid with atitude problem! most people think so:))
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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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Fred Moramarco
Dr. Moramarco is a Professor of English at San Diego State and the Editor of Poetry International, an annual journal of new poetry published there. He is the co-author of Containing Multitudes: Poetry in the United States Since 1950 and Modern American Poetry, and co-editor of Men of Our Time: Male Poetry in Contemporary America. ,,I\'ve devoted a lot of my life to poetry. Reading it, writing it, writing about it. In her wonderful novel, \"Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant,\" Anne Tyler writes, \"There ought to be a whole separate language for truth.\" I think there is such a language--the language of poetry. Poems create the miracle of connecting our inner lives. We live in a world where the language of advertising, commerce, and politics are so filled with falseness, deception, and manipulation, that we have an absolute longing to hear words spoken from the heart, with clarity, precision, and authenticity.``
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Think up
de voiculescu daniela
depărtarea... parcă ar fi o cutie cu petale de trandafir cristalizate, sticla cu absint sau un ceai cu aromă de mirabelle și naranquilla... mă cucerește subit! prinde rădăcini la mine-n suflet, mă...
two lovers on a bench & another listen to good music campaign
de Anca Bertesteanu
doi tineri pe o bancă din cișmigiu: eu și seminarul de analiză. ne privim pe furiș, dar nici unul dintre noi nu îndrăznește să deschidă vorba. ei, drace... am nevoie de el! deci fac eu primul pas...
Can’t stop to think about you
de Florin DeRoxas
You’re my real love, You’re my love true, You are away But can’t stop to think about you. You came into my life When I was real low And picked me up. You loved me so!... The days are passing, I get...
I have found
de Crăița Șerbănescu
I think that I have found Upon this wondrous ground A friend for life, a love Who is a touch above Life\'s mediocrities That blow in different seas These special ones on earth Who\'ve been that way...
the handsome cowboy
de alexei serniakov
once upon a time in the wild west the handsome cowboy had a great time he drank every bottle of whiskey he found in a bar he loved every beautiful women he met in a saloon and he shot everyone said...
Random Thoughts 1
de Ohm
it\'s easy to get caught up in life\'s old cliches...but sometimes I can\'t help but think that for some cosmic reason I will never know, everyone gets what they really deserve in life, and injustice...
it\'s only words
de oana stanescu
I wish I could give up I wish I could go on..being the same I wish I could find myself I wish I could find something.. I know the shield is gone I know there never was one.. I think I’m gone I’ll be...
Hearts a mess
de Miruna Gavriliu
I think I should get lost and hide in time, in a vast nook of shrouded obsolescence Perhaps I cannot grasp this nonsense feeling that pushes through like a fully loaded steamer when the siren is...
When The Evil Plays Fairplay
de Limbasan Marcel
You think it is jail what I call life And you believe Satan`s alive. Because you`re weak you always cry Because you`re weak you want to die. I own the kingdom of the darkness Pass the gates and...
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
de Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a...