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AHAldous Leonard Huxley
[[en]] Aldous Leonard Huxley was born on July 26, 1894, into a family that included some of the most distinguished members of that part of the English ruling class made up of the intellectual elite. Aldous' father was the son of Thomas Henry Huxley, a great biologist who helped develop the theory of evolution. His mother was the sister of Mrs. Humphrey Ward, the novelist; the niece of Matthew Arnold, the poet; and the granddaughter of Thomas Arnold, a famous educator and the real-life headmaster of Rugby School who became a character in the novel Tom Brown's Schooldays.Brave New World book cover Undoubtedly, Huxley's heritage and upbringing had an effect on his work. Gerald Heard, a longtime friend, said that Huxley's ancestry "brought down on him a weight of intellectual authority and a momentum of moral obligations." Throughout Brave New World you can see evidence of an ambivalent attitude toward such authority assumed by a ruling class. Like the England of his day, Huxley's Utopia...
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Robert Browning
Robert Browning was born on May 7, 1812 in Camberwell, which is south of London. His birthday falls within a couple of months of the births of Dickens and Thackeray. He was the eldest of 2 children, born to Robert and Sarah Anna Browning. His father was a bank clerk. He attended London University for a short while in 1828, but received most of his education by readinghis from his father\'s library. His first poem, Pauline, was published when he was 21. It was soon followed by Paracelsus (1835) and Sordello (1840). A year later, Pippa Passes, the first in a series entitled Bells and Pomegranates was published; the remaining seven parts appeared between 1841-46. In 1846, Browning eloped with Elizabeth Barrett and lived with her in Italy until his death in 1861. Various difficulties made the poet\'s requested burial in Florence impossible, and his body was returned to England to be interred in Westminster Abbey. The they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one, Some...
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Dan Moldoveanu
'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski
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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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POP. D. Ouspensky
Peter D. Ouspensky (March 4, 1878–October 2, 1947), (Pyotr Demianovich Ouspenskii, also Uspenskii or Uspensky, Пётр Демья́нович Успе́нский), a Russian esotericist known for his expositions of the early work of the Greek-Armenian teacher of esoteric doctrine George Gurdjieff, whom he met in Moscow in 1915. He was associated with the ideas and practices originating with Gurdjieff from then on. In 1924, he separated from Gurdjieff personally, and some, including Rodney Collin among others, say that he finally gave up the (Gurdjieff) "system" that he had shared with people for 25 years in England and the United States, but his own recorded words on the subject ("A Record of Meetings," published posthumously) do not clearly endorse this judgement nor does Ouspensky's emphasis on "you must make a new beginning" after confessing "I've left the...
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Jimi Hendrix
La 27 noiembrie 1942 se naste la Seattle James Marshall Hendrix dintr-o familie in care s-a amestecat sange de alb, negru si rosu. La unsprezece ani, putin dupa moartea mamei sale, incepe sa cante la chitara. La 16 ani abandoneaza scoala si devine un muzician ratacitor. Ei, nu trubadur, nu, ci rythm&blues si rock’n’roll. Dupa ce face armata la parasutisti, la 21 de ani devine session man, adicatalea canta si el cu cine avea nevoie de un chitarist de acompaniament. In ‚65 isi face primul grup, dar nu are prea mare succes in America, asa ca un baiat dragut, Chas Chandler de la Animals il duce la Londinium, unde Jimi devine star. Dupa ce da niste albume tari gen „Are you experienced?”(‚67) sau „Electric Ladyland”(‚68) si dupa ce face istorie la Woodstock(‚69) si in insula Wight(‚70), Jimi moare din cauza unei supradoze in anul de gratie 1970. Daca va fascineaza chitara lui ca si pe mine, va invit sa-i cititi si versurile. Merita.
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SISimona Iliasa
Născută pe aici, prin iarbă... cu capul în nori:) În rest ce s-ar putea spune despre o ființă zăpăcită cum sunt eu? Nimic cred.... Born in a crazy world, perfectly mad and writing just for you...
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LMLouis McKee
Louis McKee (born July 31, 1951, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) has been a fixture of the Philadelphia poetry scene since the early 70s. He is the author of Schuylkill County (Wampeter, 1982), The True Speed of Things (Slash & Burn, 1984) and eleven other collections. More recently, he has published River Architecture: Poems from Here & There 1973-1993 (Cynic, 1999), Loose Change (Marsh River Editions, 2001) and a volume in the Pudding House Greatest Hits series. Gerald Stern has called his work “heart-breaking” and “necessary,” while William Stafford has written, “Louis McKee makes me think of how much fun it was to put your hand out a car window and make the air carry you into quick adventures and curlicues. He is so adept at turning all kinds of sudden glimpses into good patterns.” Naomi Shihab Nye says, “Louis McKee is one of the truest hearts and voices in poetry we will ever be lucky to know.” Near Occasions of Sin, a collection issued in 2006 by Cynic Press, has been praised by...
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Agape Stefan Daniel
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manolache etelca
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You made my day baby!
de dana bicu
Pe sosea, intr-un troleu cu care mergeam la munca si m-am uitat in jos,in Daciuța ta Logan.Mi ai aratat cel mai misto zambet pe care l-am vazut pana acum.Și ți-am zâmbit si eu.
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 3) ACT I SCENE III A room in Polonius\' house. [Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA] LAERTES My necessaries are embark\'d: farewell: And, sister, as the winds give benefit And...
Cyber Lesson Learned
de Ohm
A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by your absence. My mind...
Lil\' Beethoven
de Florescu Bogdan
Exista lucruri pe le trecem cu vederea pentru simplul fapt ca ar putea sa ne tulbure constiinta si strafundurile prea tare cu frumusetea lor. Un astfel de lucru este Lil\' Beethoven, al 19-lea album...
Today
de Laura Kiritescu
TODAY Today is just another day Worse than yesterday And maybe better than tomorrow ‘cause my heart is full inside of sorrow. Nothing can compare with the things we had No one could imagine the great...
Testul unei idei.
de Radu Herinean
Pentru cei care sunt pasionati de diverse concursuri, teste si provocari, lansez acum o asemenea provocare, incercand in acelasi timp sa ii fac un serviciu unui membru al comunitatii. Se da textul de...
THE GRIFFIN
de Alina Mihai
I took the path of silence and of black night The sunlit world was far behind me The grass swayed gently in the moonlight And trees were tall, and starry sky And yet all these I could not see. On...
First Day at School
de Roger McGough
A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, other children? So noisy? So much at home they Must have been born in uniform Lived all...
The October Night
de bayar
The October night evaded from my past Searching for something too big to grasp It made me wonder what was the point of it all Why go to sleep if you do not want to fall? The October night, so cold,...
The Axe Helve
de Robert Frost
I\'ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder\'s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder...