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MNMillosh Gjergj Nikolla
Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (October 13, 1911 - August 26, 1938) was an Albanian poet born in Shkodër, Albania. Migjeni, pen name of Millosh Gjergj Nikolla, was born in Shkodra. In a letter of 12 January 1936 written to translator Skënder Luarasi (1900-1982) in Tirana, Migjeni announced, "I am about to send my songs to press. Since, while you were here, you promised that you would take charge of speaking to some publisher, ‘Gutemberg’ for instance, I would now like to remind you of this promise, informing you that I am ready." Two days later, Migjeni received the transfer he had earlier requested to the mountain village of Puka and on 18 April 1936 began his activities as the headmaster of the run-down school there. The clear mountain air did him some good, but the poverty and misery of the mountain tribes in and around Puka were even more overwhelming than that which he had experienced among the inhabitants of the coastal plain. Many of the children came to school barefoot and hungry, and...
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Isaac Asimov
Biographical (non-literary) How do you pronounce \"Isaac Asimov\"? \"EYE\'zik AA\'zi-mov\". The name is spelled with an \"s\" and not a \"z\" because Asimov\'s father didn\'t understand the English alphabet clearly when the family moved to the U.S. in 1923. (In Russian, the spelling was the Cyrillic equivalent of Azimov, and in Yiddish, the Hebrew letters were aleph-zayin-yod-mem-aleph-vav-vav.) One way to remember this pronunciation is the pun from The Flying Sorcerers by Larry Niven and David Gerrold: \"As a color, shade of purple-grey\", or \"As a mauve\". Asimov wrote a poem (\"The Prime of Life\") in which he rhymes his surname with \"stars above\"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with \"mazel tov\", which he thought an improvement. Asimov\'s own suggestion, however, as to how to remember his name was to say \"Has Him Off\" and leave out the H\'s. When did Asimov die? What was the cause of his death? Where is he buried? Asimov died on April 6, 1992 of heart...
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NNNaomi Shihab Nye
Naomi Shihab Nye was born on March 12, 1952, in St. Louis, Missouri, to a Palestinian father and an American mother. During her high school years, she lived in Ramallah in Jordan, the Old City in Jerusalem, and San Antonio, Texas, where she later received her B.A. in English and world religions from Trinity University. Nye is the author of numerous books of poems, including You and Yours (BOA Editions, 2005), which received the Isabella Gardner Poetry Award, as well as 19 Varieties of Gazelle: Poems of the Middle East (2002), a collection of new and selected poems about the Middle East, Fuel (1998), Red Suitcase (1994), and Hugging the Jukebox (1982). Nye gives voice to her experience as an Arab-American through poems about heritage and peace that overflow with a humanitarian spirit. About her work, the poet William Stafford has said, \"her poems combine transcendent liveliness and sparkle along with warmth and human insight. She is a champion of the literature of encouragement and...
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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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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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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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SCStefan Ciobanasu
Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream
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VVVeronica Văleanu
All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.
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Jim Morrison
The facts are very simple. So simple that they might mislead you into thinking that the young man whose picture you see on this page is- well, a lot like a lot of other young men. But he isn`t. His full real name is James Douglas Morrison. He was born on December 8, 1943, in Melbourne, Fla.- which is near Cape Kennedy. Jim is six feet tall and has brown hair and haunting blue-grey eyes. After attending Florida State University, he moved to California, where he studied film-making at UCLA. Fortunately, he was side-tracked into the world of music (which had always held great interest for him) and he soon found himself the lead singer of a group called the Doors.
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Agape Stefan Daniel
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Wish you were here
de Roger Waters
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell And did they get you to trade...
Wish You Were Here
de Pink Floyd
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade...
wish you were here
de anmaot
culeg picăturile de ploaie în palmele mele uscate, și-mi stropesc pleoapele împietrite de atatea vise. universul cantă – și se aude cel mai bine atunci când dimineața îți înflorește în geam. am...
citește
de Floriana Vîntdevară
[wish you were here] niciodată nu am vrut să știu mai mult ce culoare poartă sufletul meu niciodată nu m-am vrut mai puțin singură ca în tympul ăsta cu ochi mari am vrut să te țin de mână și să...
Pink Floyd după 24 de ani
de Florin Hălălău
Cînd am ascultat prima dată albumul „Wish You Were Here” al celor de la Pink Floyd (apărut în 1975), toate ierarhiile muzicale pe care le alcătuisem pînă atunci, au fost spulberate. Era o muzică...
Noapte de dragoste
de George Lână
Șemineul împrăștia pe tavan umbre hidoase ascultam bocetul de pe Wish You Were Here noapte de noapte de un deceniu răsucit în jurul trunchiului tău de culoarea și consistența alunei sfidam legile...
Lapsus
de Florin Hălălău
Ascultînd Pink Floyd Cu gîndul la tine Uit să mai treacă timpul, Uit să se facă seară, Wish you were here Și toate celelalte.
Margareta
de ioana negoescu
am intrat de bunăvoie în mașina asta de spălat călcat albăstrit albit gătit infinit am completat toate rubricile obligatorii: scris citit vorbit singur tot de bunăvoie și nesilită de nimeni am spus...
de ziua mea
de Diana Suciu
e dimineață ceața s-a lăsat peste oraș era soare când m-am trezit acum nici dealurile din fața blocului meu nu se mai văd e totul de un alb plutitor în atmosferă azi noapte m-ai sunat sa îmi spui la...
Mai mult pink decât floyd
de Laurentiu Blaga
m-am trezit cu un gând păcătos: se făcea ca am văzut dark side of the moon înainte să o ascult. de parcă nimic din zilele de altădată nu mai contează, nici măcar privirile goale ale animalls –urilor...