The little Prince |
"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."The little prince went a...
Posted by on Tue, 27 May 2008 01:01:00 GMT |
Something from Dorian! |
THE PREFACEThe artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and concealthe artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate into anothermanner or a new material his impression of ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 May 2008 01:15:00 GMT |
Sonnet XLV-Pablo Neruda |
Sonnet XLVDon't go far off, not even for a day, because-because-I don't know how to say it: a day is longand I will be waiting for you, as in an empty stationwhen the trains are parked off somewhere e...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 01:32:00 GMT |
Mono se mena-T.Patrikios |
MONO SE MENA Egw den eimai mono afto pou vlepeisegw den eimai mono aftos pou xereisDen eimai mono aftos pou tha prepe na matheisKathe epiganeia ths sarkas mou kai kapou thn xrwstawAn se aggizw me thn ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 01:12:00 GMT |
Get Drunk-Charles Baudelaire |
Always be drunk.That's it!The great imperative!In order not to feelTime's horrid fardelbruise your shoulders,grinding you into the earth,Get drunk and stay that way.On what?On wine, poetry, virtue, wh...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 23:12:00 GMT |
music-Charles Baudelaire |
USIC doth uplift me like a seaTowards my planet pale,Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinityI lift my wandering sail. With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,And through the cordage wai...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 23:10:00 GMT |
Sometimes with the one I love-Walt Whitman |
SOMETIMES with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuseunreturn'd love;But now I think there is no unreturn'd love--the pay is certain, oneway or another;(I loved a certain person ardent...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 23:42:00 GMT |
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Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 23:42:00 GMT |
Charles Bukowski -Be kind |
Be Kind we are always askedto understand the other person'sviewpointno matter howout-datedfoolish orobnoxious.one is askedto viewtheir total errortheir life-wastewithkindliness,especially if they...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 23:41:00 GMT |
Archibald MacLeish - Ars Poetica |
A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit,Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown-- A poem should be wor...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 04:42:00 GMT |
