A Love Poem…

Don Quixote (Spanish: Don Quijote (help·info); English: /ˌdɒn kiːˈhoʊtiː/, see spelling and pronunciation below), fully titled The Ingenious Hidalgo Don Quixote of La Mancha (Spanish: El ingenioso hidalgo don Quijote de la Mancha), is a novel written by Spanish author Miguel de Cervantes. Cervantes created a fictional origin for the story based upon a [...]

De Russische geschiedenis is rijk aan formidabele schrijversvrouwen. Anna Dostojevskaja behoedde haar man voor de financiële ondergang door zijn roman De speler binnen 24 dagen te stenograferen en zijn verdere werk in eigen beheer uit te geven. Sonja Tolstaja schreef Oorlog en Vrede zeven keer in het net. En wat te denken van Nadezjda Mandelstam, [...]

The Decameron (subtitle: Prencipe Galeotto) is a collection of 100 novellas by Italian author Giovanni Boccaccio, probably begun in 1350 and finished in 1353. It is a medieval allegorical work best known for its bawdy tales of love, appearing in all its possibilities from the erotic to the tragic. Some believe many parts of the [...]

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
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Wystan Hugh Auden (21 February 1907 – 29 September 1973, pronounced /ˈwɪstən ˈhjuː ˈɔːdən/)[1] who [...]

Miss Julie (Swedish: Fröken Julie) is a naturalistic play written in 1888 by August Strindberg dealing with class, love/lust, the battle of the sexes, and the interaction among them. Set on midsummer night of 1894 on the estate of a Count in Sweden, the young woman of the title, attempting to escape an existence cramped [...]

“A good writer or artist possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends.-”Friedrich Nietzsche
“It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.“-Friedrich Nietzsche
“Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.”-Friedrich Nietzsche
“The best [...]

“The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we’re passing one another without a look of recognition.” -Henry Miller
Henry Valentine Miller (December 26, 1891 – June 7, 1980) was an American novelist and painter. He was known for breaking with existing literary [...]

Joseph Brodsky (May 24, 1940 — January 28, 1996), born Iosif Aleksandrovich Brodsky (Russian: Иосиф Александрович Бродский) was a Russian poet and essayist who won the 1987 Nobel Prize in Literature and was Poet Laureate of the United States from 1991 to 1992.
In 1963, he was arrested and in 1964 charged with parasitism by the [...]

Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy written early in the career of William Shakespeare about two teenage “star-cross’d lovers“[1] whose untimely deaths ultimately unite their feuding families. It was among Shakespeare’s most popular plays during his lifetime and, along with Hamlet, is one of his most frequently performed plays.

I dreamed as in my bed I lay,
All night’s fathomless wisdom come,
That I had shorn my locks away
And laid them on Love’s lettered tomb:
But something bore them out of sight
In a great tumult of the air,
And after nailed upon the night
Berenice’s burning hair.
William Butler Yeats

At least 24 operas have been based on Romeo and Juliet.[127] The earliest, Romeo und Julie in 1776, a Singspiel by Georg Benda, omits much of the action of the play and most of its characters, and has a happy ending. It is occasionally revived. The best-known is Gounod’s 1867 Roméo et Juliette (libretto by [...]

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream [...]

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me [...]

All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.
D.H Lawrence

“Any artist should be grateful for a naive grace which puts him beyond the need to reason elaborately.“-Saul Bellow
Saul Bellow (June 10, 1915 – April 5, 2005), was an acclaimed American writer born in Canada of Russian-Jewish origin. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1976 and the National Medal of Arts in 1988.[1]
Bellow’s [...]

“The imagination is the spur of delights… all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?”-D.A.F de Sade
Donatien Alphonse François de Sade, Marquis de Sade (June 2, 1740 – December 2, [...]

To Memory
Strange Power, I know not what thou art,
Murderer or mistress of my heart.
I know I’d rather meet the blow
Of my most unrelenting foe
Than live—as now I live—to be
Slain twenty times a day by thee.
Yet, when I would command thee hence,
Thou mockest at the vain pretence,
Murmuring in mine ear a song
Once loved, alas! forgotten long;
And [...]

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That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made [...]

“I hated the self created in her by others. Others feel because of her; and because of her, others write poetry; because of her, others hate; others, like Henry, love her in spite of themselves.”-Anais Nin

June met Henry Miller in 1923 when she worked as a taxi dancer on broadway in New York and [...]

Who gave thee, O Beauty!
The keys of this breast,
Too credulous lover
Of blest and unblest?
Say when in lapsed ages
Thee knew I of old;
Or what was the service
For which I was sold?
When first my eyes saw thee,
I found me thy thrall,
By magical drawings,
Sweet tyrant of all!
I drank at thy fountain
False waters of thirst;
Thou intimate stranger,
Thou latest and [...]

“I experienced first popularity
as boys queued up and asked to read
the comic strip under my slip.
One offered half a snickers
so I lifted my skirt.”-Angela Readman
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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er [...]

“O Muses,O high genius,aid me now!
O memory that engraved the things i saw,
Here shall your worth be manifest to all!”-Dante Alighieri

‘O for a Muse of fire,that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
Akingdom for a stage,princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!”-William Shakespeare
In Greek mythology, the Muses (Ancient Greek αἱ μοῦσαι, hai moũsai [1]: [...]

Wie bouwde Thebe met de zeven torens?
In de boeken staan de namen van koningen.
Hebben die koningen de stenen gesleept?
En het meermaals verwoeste Babylon -
Wie bouwde het zovele malen op?
In welke huizen van het goudstralende Lima
Woonde de bouwvakkers?
Waarheen gingen ’s avonds, nadat de Chinese muur klaar was
De metselaars?
Het grote Rome
Is vol van triomfbogen. Wie bouwde ze?
Over [...]

You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream
and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.-Li Po

Throw away thy rod,
Throw away thy wrath :
O my God,
Take the gentle path.
…..
Though I [...]

Velen klagen erover, dat de woorden der wijzen altijd weer slechts gelijkenissen zijn,
niet te gebruiken in het dagelijkse leven,en alleen dat hebben wij.
Wanneer de wijze zegt:”ga naar de overzijde,”dan bedoelt hij niet dat je naar de overkant
moet gaan, wat je in ieder geval nog zou kunnen doen,als het resultaat de moeite waard
zou zijn, maar hij [...]

A thing of beauty
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of [...]

The eyes of beauty
You are a sky of autumn, pale and rose;
But all the sea of sadness in my blood
Surges, and ebbing, leaves my lips morose,
Salt with the memory of the bitter flood.
In vain your hand glides my faint bosom o’er,
That which you seek, beloved, is desecrate
By woman’s tooth and talon; ah, no more
Seek in [...]

“I have always loved truth so passionately that I have often resorted to lying as a way of introducing it into the minds which were ignorant of its charms.“-Giacomo Casanova
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“For my future I have no concern, and as a true philosopher, I never would have any, for I know not what it may be.”-Giacomo Casanova
The future is a time period commonly understood to contain all events that have yet to occur.[1] It is the opposite of the past, and is the time after the [...]

“I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question [...]

“All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.“-Oscar Wilde
The official website of Oscar Wilde:http://www.cmgww.com/historic/wilde/

Messalina,serving as a prostitute under the pseudonym of Lisisca.

Roman sources claim that Messalina used sex to enforce her power and control politicians.

she had a brothel under an assumed name and organised orgies for upper class women.

http://www.roman-emperors.org/valmess.htm

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one [...]

Oblomov.
By Goncharov, Ivan Aleksandrovich, 1812-1891.
Translated from the Russian by C. J. Hogarth
Notes by translator.
Reprint of the 1915 ed. published by Macmillan, New York.
ISBN 0-8376-0451-6 (Robert Bentley, Cambridge, Mass.)
First published in Russian 1858
First published in English 1915
Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data
PZ3.G5875Ob 1979 [PG3337.G6] 891.7′3′3 79-19061

This edition (oblomov.htm) is in one big file (about [...]

“To live is the rarest thing in the world.Most people exist,that is all.”-Oscar Wilde

“Treat people as if they were what they ought to be, and you help them to become what they are capable of being.”-Johan Wolfgang von Goethe

“A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die. “-Franz Kafka

“Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.”-Henry Miller

Bukowski:Poetry and motion…

Do you want your very own copy of the 113 page Charles Bukowski FBI file? Well, of course you do! If you’re an American citizen you are entitled to the documents under the Freedom of Information Act. In fact, if you are requesting it for yourself, and not for commercial use, you may even be [...]

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Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski was born in Andernach, Germany on August 16, 1920, the only child of an American soldier and a German mother. At the age of three, he came with his family to the United States and grew up in Los Angeles. He attended Los Angeles City College from 1939 to [...]