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The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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MGMaxim Gorki
[[en]] * Born: 16 March 1868 * Birthplace: Nizhny Novgorod (now Gorky), Russia * Death: June 1936 * Best Known As: Russian writer known for his socialist realism Name at birth: Aleksey Maksimovich Peshkov Maxim Gorky (also spelled Maksim Gorki) is one of the giants of 20th century Russian literature and theater, known for his realistic depictions of how terrible it is to be poor and oppressed. Gorky himself grew up in rough times and was a lifelong spokesperson for the underclass. His political activism led to several years of exile, in spite of his popularity with Russian readers. By 1900 Gorky was a famous literary figure, thanks in part to help from Anton Chekhov. His short stories and his first novel, Foma Gordeyev (1902) gave him notoriety as well as critical success, but his outspoken opposition to the rule of Nicholas II led to his exile to the island of Capri (1907-13). After the 1917 revolution Gorky's criticism of his friend V. I. Lenin and the Bolsheviks led to another...
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JTJames Thurber
Born: 8 December 1894 Birthplace: Columbus, Ohio Death: 2 November 1961 (complications from a stroke) Best Known As: Author of The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Thurber\'s witty short stories and lumpy cartoons were a popular mainstay of The New Yorker magazine in the 1930s and 1940s. A Midwestern boy with an urbane twist, Thurber mixed comical reminiscences of his Ohio childhood with wry observations on modern times and the battle of the sexes. (His best-known story is The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, the tale of a henpecked husband who escapes into heroic daydreams.) Thurber\'s funny, loopy, absurdist cartoons featured men, women, dogs and other strange animals. He was by turns hilarious and melancholy, and his darker nature seemed to come out in stories and cartoons about husbands and wives: the wives often domineering and sarcastic, the husbands harried or bitterly triumphant. Like Mark Twain, Thurber became increasingly morose in his last decade, although he continued to write...
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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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ASAnne Sexton
Anne Sexton was born Anne Gray Harvey in Newton, Massachusetts to Mary Gray Staples and Ralph Harvey. She spent most of her childhood in Boston. In 1945 she enrolled at Rogers Hall boarding school, Lowell, Massachusetts, later spending a year at Garland School. For a time she modeled for Boston`s Hart Agency. On August 16, 1948, she married Alfred Sexton and they remained together until 1973. She had two children named Linda Gray and Joyce Ladd. Poetry and Prose (collections and novels) Uncompleted Novel-started in the 1960s To Bedlam and Part Way Back (1960) The Starry Night (1961) All My Pretty Ones (1962) Live or Die (1966) – Winner of the Pulitzer prize in 1967 Love Poems (1969) Mercy Street, a 2-act play performed at the American Place Theatre (1969), published by Broadway Play Publishing Inc. Transformations (1971) ISBN 0-618-08343-X The Book of Folly (1972) The Death Notebooks (1974) The Awful Rowing Toward God (1975; posthumous) 45 Mercy Street (1976; posthumous) Anne Sexton:...
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MRMaurice Rollinat
Maurice Rollinat (December 29, 1846 in Châteauroux, France – October 26, 1903 in Ivry-sur-Seine) was a French poet. His father represented Indre in the National Assembly of 1848, and was a friend of George Sand, whose influence is very marked in young Rollinat's first volume, Dans les brandes (1877), and to whom it was dedicated. After its publication, he abandoned realism and worked in a very different manner. He joined a literary circle that called themselves Les Hydropathes, founded by Émile Goudeau, an anti-clerical group with ties to the decadent literary movement. Under their influence wrote the poems that made his reputation. In Les Névroses, with the sub-title Les Âmes, Les Luxures, Les Refuges, Les Spectres, Les Ténèbres, he showed himself as a disciple of Charles Baudelaire. He constantly returns in these poems to the physical horrors of death, and is obsessed by unpleasant images. Less outre in sentiment are L'Abîme (1886), La Nature, and a book of children's verse, Le...
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SASolovastru Andrei
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CCarolinaV
Sint o umbra stranie a existentei umane ...nu ma poate percepe nimeni , nici eu singura nu ma pot percepe...sint neinteleasa.
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Chirica Andreea
Sunt doar un cosmar a unei copile prost inspirate , ce m-a uitat in acest canal infernal al lumii si incerc sa supravietuiesc cum pot . Am incercat ( si inca incerc) sa duc o viata normala , si am copiat toate gesturile si aclimatizarile celor din jur ; asa ca m-am casatorit si am facut un copil . Mi-am dat seama ca nu este atat de urat pe cat pare , ci doar plictisitor uneori . Dar....atata timp cat un nebun ca mine isi duce veacul intr-o astfel de lume , mereu va gasi ceva atractiv , sau ceva de care sa se lege pentru a-si infrumuseta viata . Unul dintre acele lucruri este copilul meu LUKE ..... un vis devenit realitate :X .... o utopie a unei vesnicii abstracte .
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GMgya mary
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death mask
de Ela Victoria Luca
arunc din mine cuvinte pe o masă a nimănui ca pe niște coji de fistic îmi scrijelesc făgăduințe până când mă satur de umbletul zilei prin măduvă fierea asta îmi provoacă panică la fiecare pas al...
Laboratory, The
de Robert Browning
ANCIEN RGIME. I. Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze thro\' these faint smokes curling whitely, As thou pliest thy trade in this devil\'s-smithy--- Which is the poison to poison her,...
death
de Jim Morrison
Cineva spunea:Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven claws...Si cuvintele lui nu au zburat Ci au căzut grele materializate în granit acoperit de praf...
Death
de Jim Morrison
Cineva spunea:Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven claws...Si cuvintele lui nu au zburat Ci au căzut grele materializate în granit acoperit de praf...
living behind
de ana aneliz
My world is ending Far from begining And I`ve got that feeling That sense of falling Will u help me please Find my unknown path To birth and never to death Make me feel`ure soul reaviling Not falling...
a feast of friends
de Jim Morrison
Wow, I�m sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings The servants have the power Dog men and their mean women Pulling poor blankets over our sailors I�m sick of dour...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 13 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary The funeral was arranged for the next succeeding day, so that Lucy and her mother might be buried together. I attended to all the ghastly formalities, and the urbane...
Prometheus
de George Gordon Noel Byron
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise; What was thy pity's recompense? A silent suffering, and intense; The rock,...
The Self-Seeker
de Robert Frost
Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...
Death
de Vlad Adrian
What is death? Is it the final step in our life? Is it a killer of faith? Or is something like a knife? Are we afraid of dying? Or we're afraid of living, Of living without leaving anything behind...