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ARAdrienne Rich
Adrienne Cecile Rich is an American poet, essayist and feminist. She has been called "one of the most widely read and influential poets of the second half of the 20t century Adrienne Rich was born in Baltimore, Maryland on May 16, 1929. Her father, Arnold Rice Rich, was a professor of medicine at Johns Hopkins Medical School. Her mother, Helen Jones Rich, studied musical composition and was a concert pianist but after becoming a wife and mother, she focused her life entirely on her husband and two daughters. Adrienne Rich's early poetic influence stemmed from her father who encouraged her to not only read but also to write her own poetry. Her interest in literature was sparked within her father's library where she read the work of writers such as Matthew Arnold, William Blake, Thomas Carlyle, John Keats, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, and Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Adrienne Rich and her younger sister were home schooled by their mother until Adrienne began public education in the fourth grade....
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TBTim Burton
Scriitor, producător și regizor (deținător al Globului de Aur). Cunoscut mai ales pentru filmele sale "Edward Scissorhands" și "The Nightmare Before Christmas". Engleză Timothy Walter "Tim" Burton (born August 25, 1958) is a Golden Globe Award-winning American film director, producer, writer and artist. He is famed for his dark and quirky films, such as Edward Scissorhands and The Nightmare Before Christmas, which he co-wrote and produced. He is also famous for directing blockbusters including Batman and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Since directing his first feature film Pee-wee's Big Adventure in 1985, he has gone on to direct and produce numerous films, many of which have received Academy Award nominations and wins. He frequently works with close friend Johnny Depp, musician Danny Elfman and partner Helena Bonham Carter. His upcoming projects include the animated film 9 and Alice in Wonderland, the Disney retelling of Lewis Carroll's book.
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ALalecu liviu
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Michael Jackson
listen to my music, not what the tabloids say,...
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Mihai Ionescu
welcome to the world of magic...
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Sylvia Plath
Born to middle class parents in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, Sylvia Plath published her first poem when she was eight. Sensitive, intelligent, compelled toward perfection in everything she attempted, she was, on the surface, a model daughter, popular in school, earning straight A\'s, winning the best prizes. By the time she entered Smith College on a scholarship in 1950 she already had an impressive list of publications, and while at Smith she wrote over four hundred poems. Sylvia\'s surface perfection was however underlain by grave personal discontinuities, some of which doubtless had their origin in the death of her father (he was a college professor and an expert on bees) when she was eight. During the summer following her junior year at Smith, having returned from a stay in New York City where she had been a student ``guest editor\'\' at Mademoiselle Magazine, Sylvia nearly succeeded in killing herself by swallowing sleeping pills. She later described this experience in an...
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Neacsu Laura
hmmm..to much to say...
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CAcodrin antonovici
I am to be and nothing more
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Hal Sirowitz
Pretending We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars. And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover. You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one who insisted on being yourself?
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Big Mircea Calin
In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates,the poet quivers,and the political hero erects the fortress of his will. Jose Ortega Y Gasset,Meditations on Quixote(1914)
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Nastro Azzurro
de Helena Schmetterling
îmi pare uneori că nu am suficientă blândețe în gesturi că nu sunt suficient de fluidă când mă curg prin venele oamenilor că nu sunt suficient de tandră când mă scriu în palmă pe liniile vieților lor...
plinciule, lăule, mi-ș io plinceșa.
de Helena Schmetterling
I. am citit undeva că dacă o balanță ar fi un semn de circulație acela ar fi atenție fraiere urmează o intersecție nesemaforizată ce chestie dom’le pe flaconul anti-stres scrie zâmbitor și relaxat...
Naufragiat pe continentul european
de Samuel Feinstein
Introducere Limba nu minte Die Sprache lügt nicht La langue ne ment pas The language doesn’t lie „When I stood in the Principle, the ground of Godhead, no one asked me where I was going or what I was...
la camera de gardă (3)
de Petru Teodor
Scriu la granița de după. Fără putință de-a te ascunde într-o carcasă, fără putință de tăgadă... Pielea ta e un blestem, neputințele tale sunt un blestem, moartea este înscrisă între dalele de...
Haikul “Broasca” al lui Matsuo Basho, în diferite traduceri, una fidelă și 20 umoristice
de Marian C Ghilea
Cel mai celebru haiku japonez a fost compus de Matsuo Basho (1644-1694). Momentul împietrit în eternitate a inspirat mii de poeți și filosofi asiatici sau europeni în generațiile ce i-au urmat....
to stef
de Doru Chirodea
dear stef, i understand you want to tell us something...............yet please take note that you may (or could) apply your approach against this or any other world in a more efficient way if you...
To me he seems like a god
de Cristina
To me he seems like a god the man who sits facing you and hears you near as you speak softly and laugh in a sweet echo that jolts the heart in my ribs.For now as i look at you my voice is empty and...
to my best friend ever
de Popescu Florin
De-as sti sa pictez ti-as manzgalii ochi pe o plansa shi m-as zgaii la ei fericit Sa pot sa te privesc De-as sti sa sculptez Unei pietre forma ta i-as da si-as mangaia-o fericit Sa pot sa te ating
To be or not to be?
de Anca Casciaro
Sunt zambet stins In ideal oniric Si ma agat in disperare De lacrima-mi ce doare. Ingenunchez cu flori pe frunte In cimitirul azilului de soare. Adorm pe-al meu mormant, Tacere,lipsita de culoare......
To smile with the smile of a god
de Andrei Dumitrescu
For to see with the eye of the mind is to embrace the seeing with the flame of blue darkness, For to breathe with the breath on the angel is to love with the unkind kindness of invisible creatures...