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James Joyce (1882-1941), Irish novelist, noted for his experimental use of language in such works as Ulysses (1922) and Finneganns Wake (1939). Joyce\'s technical innovations in the art of the novel include an extensive use of interior monologue; he used a complex network of symbolic parallels drawn from the mythology, history, and literature, and created a unique language of invented words, puns, and allusions. James Joyce was born in Dublin, on February 2, 1882, as the son of John Stanislaus Joyce, an impoverished gentleman, who had failed in a distillery business and tried all kinds of professions, including politics and tax collecting. Joyce\'s mother, Mary Jane Murray, was ten years younger than her husband. She was an accomplished pianist, whose life was dominated by the Roman Catholic Church. In spite of their poverty, the family struggled to maintain a solid middle-class facade. From the age of six Joyce, was educated by Jesuits at Clongowes Wood College, at Clane, and then at...

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright and the first woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. She was also known for her unconventional, bohemian lifestyle and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work. Millay was born in Rockland, Maine to Cora Lounella, a nurse, and Henry Tollman Millay, a schoolteacher who would later become superintendent of schools. Her middle name derives from St. Vincent's Hospital in New York, where her uncle's life had been saved just prior to her birth. In 1904 Cora officially divorced Millay's father for financial irresponsibility, but they had been separated for some years prior. Struggling financially, Cora and her three daughters — Edna (who would later insist on being called "Vincent"), Norma, and Kathleen — moved from town to town, counting on the kindness of friends and relatives. Though poor, Cora never traveled without her trunk full of...

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Iohann Mayer

An emissary of the Queen Christina of Sweden to the khan of the Tartars Islam Giray the 3rd, Iohann Mayer made a journey through Moldavia during May 1651. He was sent to accompany the Tartar messenger who had brought to the queen the letter of the khan that contained proposals of common operation against Poland and he was to hand over to the khan the answer of the queen as well. He passed through The White Citadel for the first time in December 1650 on his way towards Crimea. Now, in the summer of the next year, he was coming back on the same route and was finding again the same boatmen he had used six months earlier, on leaving. One cannot be aware of any other details of his winter journey towards Crimea, no other details about his itinerary through Moldavia he is most likely to have used to make his way to the khan` s court. His journey diary is preceded with the words: These are those that happened and occurred during my journey to Bakhchisaray and during the period I spent there,...

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Catalina Hascu

Useless!

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Mihnea Simian

http://www.fotolitera.com/?user=mihneasim http://www.fotolitera.com/down/CV.html Long story short, m-au fascinat devreme programarea si webul din toate punctele de vedere, am luat-o pe calea asta a calculatoarelor, apoi fotografia, arta in general, iar fotografia pura ca subiect de discutie si critica si bineinteles ..lumea internetului. Am infiintat sau administrez comuntati online de cultura (fotolitera,fotodigital,fotocamera) sau pur si simplu am dat o mana de ajutor (licart,ideis) unde a fost nevoie.. fie ca pasiune, fie ca serviciu, am lucrat sporadic in lumea webdevelopmentului si ceva mai concret vara asta la un proiect mai serios (ubervu.com). Ma intind oricand la discutii lungi despre curente in fotografie, tendinte in web, filozofia internetului si implicatiile sociale etc.

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Popescu Florin

eu sunt voodootz ala :P si o sa public de acum incolo pe usernameul acela

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Ionut Razvan

traieste fiecare clipa ca si cum ar fi ultima pe care o respiri I use reality as medicine for my fantasies

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Filip Ruxandra

Adresa mea de mail: yvory_ender@yahoo.com Adresa de yahoo messenger: yvory_ender Data nasterii 15 dec '84 AMV-uri create de mine: http://www.youtube.com/user/yvoryender http://www.youtube.com/user/inuyashatokagome2 In prezent - Proiect de Cercetare in Japonia - Tokyo Of what use is the draught of immortality to me? Now that we shell never see each other again, And I spend my days shedding enough tears to float upon their wake. Ma proclam rege al strangatorilor. Sunt o veriga de legatura dar functionez ca un intreg. Imi ridic privirea spre teluri inalte si dau lovituri ferme si sigure. Viata imi este o calatorie presarata de bucurii. Fiecare cautare trebuie sa sfarseasca intr-o noua expeditie. Sunt progres, exploatare si intuitie. Sunt pantecul unde germineaza actiunea. EDUCATION - Aprilie 2009 - Tokyo, Japan - Research Student - Oct.-Nov. 2009 – Meiji Daigaku 50th Anniversary Symposium – Innovation within Square Enix Corporation - Sept. 2008- Mart. 2009 Esslingen Hochschule -...

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Katri Vala

( 1901 – 1944 ) One of the Finnish poets who brought a free verse style of writing poetry into the mainstream of Finnish literature. Her work is full of the ecstasy of life, longing for distant places, and a use of vocabulary glutted in color, into which are woven a general radical quality, which affects her late works especially. She is considered a late proponent of the ideals of the Carriers of the Flame. Her earlier works show her dedicated to light and its power. Her output is not extensive. Mention should be made of: Kaukainen puutarha (The Distant Garden) (1924) Sininen ovi (The Blue Door) (1926) Maan laiturilla (On the Land Wharf) (1930) In some later works, there is a more serious, darker tone, represented by: Paluu (The Return) (1934) Pesäpuu palaa (The Nest Tree Burns) (1942) Her life’s program was: Oh! If life could be better than death! Katri Vala died of tuberculosis at the end of WW II, while under treatment in Sweden. Even so, her poetry remained more life-positive...

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I used to have a grandpa

de Ana Gabriel-Laurențiu

pe bunicu' l-am văzut ultima dată când mă credeam o țestoasă ninja și domnul John încă nu știa să deschidă o sticlă de votcă mi-a lăsat o dimineață răcoroasă o mână uscată pe creștet două zaruri și-o...

"lay your head where my heart used to be"

de raluca sandor

vânt apoi dimineață ea așază cearșaful șa peste aer simplu sârma înaltă umbra de jucărie a unui tren foșnind pe iarbă se înalță pe vărfuri ridică brațele până Aproape De. între ele cerul un copil...

Pavlovian (English)

de Coana Loenida

It used to be That every time I heard That little \"knocking\" signal On my Mirc notify Indicating that someone Had just come online My heart would skip a beat Because it might be you But for now at...

Of Sands and You

de Alina Nicholson

We were so used - You stil remember? - To run at night On silver sand And lay our bodies, Children of the moon, In beds of rocks And velvet shells... I beg you now, Wherever might your steps Have...

Fluid corector

de Simona-Ioana Cucuian

My H(used) Band Evacuarea si Naufragiul Prin microfonul prafuit al unui telefon celular, uitat deschis, pe un fundal cu voci excitate de montarea unor stand-uri la Festivalul Berii, asculti de undeva...

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inevitabil, poezie...

de ioana matei

despre \"to be used\" sau despre gleznele mele?

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Fear Is the Key

de Alexandru Red

I remember a time when we used and abused And we fought all our battles in vain I remember a time we thought that passion was free In the heat of the night...bodies aflame... Imi amintesc de-o vreme...

For money

de Florin DeRoxas

I thought you are With me for love, That’s why I used To call you “honey”, Now I find out That I’ve been wrong, You were with me Only for money. I thought you are The special one And not just Looking...

Writing on the wall

de D. Valentina

There was this key on the floor... The one you used to lock the door The door that watched us as we sunk In that old bed that saw us drunk Amdist the lights of love and hate Those lights we could not...

Fantaza Nellia

de Florin DeRoxas

Motto: “People are crazy and times are strange I\'m locked in tight, I\'m out of range I used to care, but things have changed” Bob Dylan inelul mi-e un licurici de aura ce zboara neintrerupt...