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Contributors by country: George Roca (Australia); Octavian Blaga (Belgium); Bernd Hutschenreuther (Germany); Nicolae Rusu (Moldova); Elena Agiu-Neacşu, Vătuiu Roaua Ion Andruşa, Virgil Borcan, Adrian Botez, Ana Maria Buzoianu, Eugen Evu, Constantin Manea, Nicolae Nicoară, Gheorghe Niculescu, Nicolae Nistoroiu, Ion Pătrașcu, Gheorghe Săvoiu, Elena Trifan, Ioan Adrian Trifan (România); Charles Ashbacher, Nicholas Narciss, Caytie Ribble, Florentin Smarandache (USA)....
Cel mai mare OM din istorie, Iisus: N-a avut servitori, și totuși I se spunea Stăpân. N-a avut diplomă, și totuși I se spunea Învățător. N-a avut medicamente, și totuși I se spunea Vindecător. N-a avut armată, și totuși se temeau de EL. N-a câștigat nici un razboi, și totuși a cucerit lumea. N-a comis nici o crima, și totuși l-au răstignit. A fost înmormântat, și totuși trăiește și azi. (Paradoxuri biblice)...
Paradoxical texts in Romanian, English, German, Russian, French, Korean... and Mathematics! Contributors by country: Elena Agiu-Neacșu, Adrian Botez, Octavia-Ana Blaga, Florina Camelita, Liviu-Florian Jianu, Constantin Manea, Tudor Mihălcescu, Janet Nică, Gh. Niculescu-Uricani, Ion Părăianu, Ioan Crăciun Petrişan, Andrei Pogány, Vasile Ponea, Panait Popescu, Gheorghe Săvoiu, Păstorel Teodoreanu, Elena Trifan, Andrușa R. Vătuiu (Romania) Nicolae Rusu (Moldova) Emil Banciu, D. F. Samarescu (Germany) B. Venkateswara Rao (India) Ion Segărceanu (Canada) Florentin Smarandache, Connor Wood (USA) ...
der Esel mit dem nützliche Schwanz besser als des Pferdes warum soll er untergeordnet fühlen ? der Tierekönig ohne Tötnung lebt er wie König der Elefant verdient das Wort – B. Venkateswara Rao (India), German Paradoxist Distiches ...
It is a Conte de fées of Zoë on a promenade through Avallon and Les Ardennes in France, 1913.
Divertissement: France, 1913 — It is, by Nature, in the stillness of the first Season all plots are laid, Winter: they are with obscure coruscalences by zoetrope set against that canvas of nebulæ in the murmuring Dark....
It is a Conte de fées of Zoë on a promenade through Hookland (England), Mâcon (France), and Bucarest (Romania) in 1913.
Interlude: France, 1913 — The Melancholia influent had passed and those who would set intrigues from Orbis paradisiacus were silenced; the arrangements of Change originating in 1871 were concluded by those of Orbis limbus; and, so it was that Life continued as before in Praesentis vagus as Humanity waxed obsolescent by Man’s contrived magnificence and mores....
It is a Conte de fées of Zoë on a promenade through Saint-Étienne, Lyon, and Clermont in France, 1913.
Entr’acte: France, 1913 — Les Dæmons æternels in this play shall perform as they have for centuries done; and, these acts, in which they are seen in this Modern Age, that may have been written in custom-houses of Lunacy when in other times were written in athenæums sublimis ab undaes, shall succor those affrighted and dismayed....
It is a Fairy tale of Zoë on a promenade through Notre-Dame-de-Grâce, Vese, Grand Canyon-du-Verdon, Zone-Saint-Cloud, and Tournon in France, 1913.
L’Ancien Régime: France, 1913 — Modern vicissitudes in les Belles Époques had ascended in a progressive era which begat the Machine Age. Presidents, Lords, Kings, Courts, Parliaments and Congresses and Leagues were belaboured against the Senses of Reason and Logic as they indulged with the Seven Deadly Vices: Sloth, Jealousy, Greed, Ignorance, Intolerance, Despair and Fear; and, in the intrigues performed, they would be sent forth on that voyage where all are passenger....
The writings you are going to read have been written by a human being. It could be anybody, it could be you. I could be a being from another galaxy or a grain of sand. It could be the wind and the earth, sounds as ancient as the universe. Because we are all as ancient as the universe. And nothing is created nor destroyed, only transformed.Get ready to get inside my world but remember that each world holds in its interior, millions of universes....
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"The best music imitates life in a compelling way if it imitates a dream its a dream of life"
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A fun, quirky take on the old Gold Fever, and how many people have died in the process of trying to make those imagined millions...
They erected the sign, 'Gold Glory,' and the engravings were painted black over the white sign. So now, every time they passed it, they were reminded of the glory of the experience, and how it could all go to the worst at one second if they are not paying attention...
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പല പഴയ മലയാള സിനിമാ ഗാനങ്ങളും കേള്ക്കാതൻ വളരെ സുഖമുള്ളവയാണ്. മാത്രവുമല്ല, പ്രേംനസീര്, ഉമ്മർ, വിജയശ്രീ, ഷീല, ശാരദ, ജയഭാരതി തുടങ്ങിയവരുടെ അഭിനയവും ഭാവങ്ങളും, അതീവ ആനന്ദം നല്കു്ന്നവയുമാണ്. വാക്കുകളുടെ ഒഴുക്കും ഗാംഭീര്യവും മനസ്സില് ഒരു പ്രത്യേകതരം പ്രതീതി ഉളവാക്കുന്നവയുമാണ്. ഇങ്ങിനെ നോക്കുകയാണെങ്കില് മലയാളം വളരെ സുന്ദരമായ ഒരു ഭാഷയാണ്. ഇങ്ങിനെയൊക്കെയാണെങ്കിലും, ആളുകളെ മലയാളം പഠിപ്പിക്കാന് ഇവിടുള്ള മലായള ‘പ്രഫസര്മാസരും’ മറ്റ് പണിയില്ലാതെ നടക്കുന്ന സാമൂഹികപ്രവര്ത്ത കരും ശ്രമിക്കുന്നു. ഈ ഭാഷയെ ജനങ്ങളുടെ മേല് അടിച്ചേല്പ്പി ക്കാനും, നിര്ബ്ന്ധിച്ച് പഠിപ്പിക്കാനും, ഈ ഭാഷപഠിപ്പിക്കാത്ത വിദ്യാലയങ്ങളെ ശിക്ഷിക്കുവാനും മറ്റുമായി നിയമനിര്മ്മാ ണം നടത്താനും ഇവർ ഉല്സാാഹം കാണിക്കുന്നു. ഇതില് ഒരു വിരോധാഭാസം ഇല്ലേ. നല്ലത് നായക്കറിയല്ല എന്ന തത്വമാണ്, ഈ നിര്ബറന്ധിക്കൽ പാര്ട്ടി ക്കാരുടെ ഭാവം. മലയാളം നല്ലതാണെങ്കില് എന്ത് കൊണ്ടാണ്, ഈ ഭാഷ അറിയാവുന്നവര് അതിനെ അവഗണിക്കുന്നു എന്ന് ഈ കൂട്ടർ ആരോപിക്കുന്നത്? ഇക്കാര്യത്തെക്കുറിച്ച് ചിന്തിക്കുമ്പോള് അനവധികാര്യങ്ങൾ പുറത്തുവരുന്നു. ഇതില് ആദ്യത്തെ കാര്യം മലയാളം ഇക്കൂട്ടര് ആരോപിക്കുന്നത് പോലെ ഒരു തുടച്ചുമാറ്റൽ തല്ക്കാ ലം നേരിടുന്നില്ല എന്നതാണ്. തിരുവിതാംകൂറില് 1830കളില് ജനസംഖ്യ വെറും 12 ലക്ഷമായിരുന്നു. ...
Old Malayalam film songs are wonderful. Most of them lend a most mesmerising sensation to the hearer. The style and tone has been set and led by Vayalar Ramavarma. Such others as P Bhaskaran, Sreekumaran Thampi, and others have more or less tried to equal him in calibre. However, with the demise of Vayalar, there was no compelling standards or parameters to which film songs could remain loyal to. Standards deteriorated. There were attempts to cover the defects with loud music, and boisterous sounds. Now, what is so great about these old songs? They convey a most elevated feel to the human psyche. In feudal Malayalam, everything has to remain in various social and mental levels. Starting from that of extreme lowliness to the heights of divine attainments. These songs generally lend a very ennobled aura to the human beings. There is the chakravartinis (ചക്രവർത്തിനികളും), salabanjigas (സാലഭഞ്ചികകളും), rajashilpis (രാജശിൽപികളും), ajantha shilpams (അജന്താശിൽപങ്ങളും), anthapurams (അന്തപ്പുരങ്ങളും), agraharams (അഗ്രഹാരങ്ങളും), rathisukasares (രതിസുഖസാരേകളും), mayalokams (മായാലോകങ്ങളും), manoharinis (മനോഹരിണികളും), anuraghapaurnamis (അന...
INTRO അവതാരിക Gandharvanagarangal alangarikkaanpokum.... ഗന്ധർവ്വനഗരങ്ങൾ അലങ്കരിക്കാൻപോകും.. Arayilotta Mundudutha Penne അരയിലൊറ്റമുണ്ടുടുത്തപെണ്ണെ! Chakravarthini Ninakku Njanente ചക്രവർത്തിനീ, നിനക്കു ഞാനെന്റെ Anupame Azhake അനുപമേ അഴകേ! Thankathalikayil Ponkalumayivanna തങ്കത്തളികയിൽ പൊങ്കലുമായിവന്ന Raajashilpineeyenikkoru Poojavighraham.... രാജശിൽപി നീയെനിക്കൊരു പൂജാവിഗ്രഹം..... Poonthennaruvee, Ponmudippuzhayude... പൂന്തേനരുവീ, പൊന്മുടിപ്പുഴയുടെ അനുജത്തി..... Pennale, pennale....പെണ്ണാളേ, പെണ്ണാളേ..... VENNA THOLKKUM UDALODE വെണ്ണതോൽക്കുമുടലോടെ..... NEE MADHU PAKARU, MALAR CHORIYOO.......... നീ മധുപകരൂ, മലർചൊരിയൂ........... THAMBRAN THODUTHATHU MALARAMBU.... തമ്പ്രാൻതൊടുത്തത് മലരമ്പ്........ UNAROO VEGAM NEE, SUMRANI.......... ഉണരൂവേഗം നീ, സുമറാണി.......... Neela ponmaane............ നീലപൊന്മാനെ, എന്റെ നീലപൊന്മാനെ.... Thrikkakhare Pooporaanju...... തൃക്കാക്കരെ പൂപ്പോരാഞ്ഞ്.... OMALALE KANDU NHAN ........... ഓമലാളെകണ്ടൂ ഞാൻ...... Kannaa, Aaromalunni, Kanna...... കണ്ണാ, ആരോമലുണ്ണീ കണ്ണാ...... Seetha devi, swayamvaram cheythoru... സീതാദേവി, സ്വയംവരം ചെയ്തോരു...... Gopuramukalil.................. ഗോപുരമുകളിൽ......
To Norwegians in the near future who blame Hitler on Wagner and the oppression of women on The Taming of the Shrew, Søren’s love for high culture looks a lot like “hate.” Despite being morbidly oversensitive and gay, Søren has trouble fitting into a world that celebrates nothing more than equality. When his school bans even George Eliot for being a dead white male, Søren must decide whether to retreat further into his imagination or literally fight back. Or both. In the spirit of The Magic Mountain with more magic or Matilda with less, The Brown Butterfly explores ideological conflict from an innocent point of view, combining erudition with nostalgia to provide a glimpse of conservative heaven and escape from liberalism’s hell....
Father Dorsten said that fear of ghosts was nothing next to fear of a ghost. “The Holy Ghost?” Grandma asked. “I certainly don’t believe in any other.” “What do you think he looks like?” Mother asked. “I’ve always pictured him as young and bald, riding a cloud, like one of the trebles in The Magic Flute.” “I think you’d have trouble giving me chapter and verse for that,” Father Dorsten said. Grandma said, “In Culture and Anarchy, Matthew Arnold wrote, ‘One may say that to be reared a member of a national Church is in itself a lesson of religious moderation, and a help towards culture and harmonious perfection. Instead of battling for his own private forms for expressing the inexpressible and defining the undefinable, a man has leisure and composure to satisfy other sides of his nature as well.’” “So, you picture him as a dove?” Father Dorsten said. “The Holy Ghost let our cat out the window,” Olle said. “When?” Freja asked skeptically. “Fifteen years ago,” Olle said, and began to cry. Grandma poured the coffee. “Why don’t you take the children upstairs?” she said. “OK,” Jonas said, with glittering eyes....
THE CAT AT LIGHT'S END is made up of fourteen stories set against the backdrop of Irvington, an inner-city neighborhood in Portland, Oregon, usually noted for its fine old homes ("like living in the 1920s") and political activism. The stories reveal moments from the lives of diverse protagonists, ranging in age from fourteen weeks to 102 years. Characters sometimes appear in more than one story. ...
"On their hands, The Human Flies have special polymer suction devices. Tremendous holding power," the radio announcer said. "That's how they can risk their lives. And their tennis shoes, custom-manufactured, have got dozens of small suction cups." Laura squinted. Why would anybody do this? The precise diamond pattern Las Moscas kept on the pink glass must have inviolably attached them to the sheer side of the glass monolith. Laura had to believe that. But her back thrilled with fear. Now to the tenth floor, their apparent size rendered them insects. Shrinking minute by minute, they seemed ultralight and the waving red, blue, and yellow robes, wings that might fly them to the top. The Human Flies kept on the move in a strict sequence. Each moved in turn, left hand pneumatically clamping the glass with suction, then right hand, then each foot. Then another did the same. Agape, she could barely breathe and her mouth had gone dry. -- from "La Mosca," Amarillo Bay, May 2001. Nominated for e2ink-1, The Best of Online Journals 2002....
The Cat at Light's End 1 Zigzag 13 Fear & Trembling 25 Marbles on the Loose 41 The President, He Slept Here 58 Valentines in Valhalla 69 Red Ball 85 Timed Out 95 La Mosca 108 Talking Cabbage Heads 122 Past Perfect 128 Cydney's Bent 137 Espresso'd 152 Steps 163 About the Author 181 ...
Charlie Dickinson's inspiration for The Wire Donkey came while waiting in a checkout line at a Nature's Northwest grocery store in Portland. Ahead of him was a young man, who proudly wore an AmeriCorps T-shirt, emblematic of youthful idealism and a search for social justice. He took extra time putting his purchases in a backpack because, as he told the checkout woman, he was on bike. That vignette became the basis of a short story, “Talking Cabbage Heads,” about an idealist working produce in a Nature's-type grocery, published at Savoy online in 1999. Years later, that short story was the springboard for The Wire Donkey. Ocean's life experience is tempered by an encounter with an older woman, a thirty-ish surfer named Cris. They go to Central Oregon together and when they return, Cris leaves for surf in British Columbia and Ocean journeys on, eventually joining AmeriCorps and becoming the memorable young man in the checkout line Dickinson had once noticed. ...
“That, over there, secured to the bike rack, is my blessed wire donkey. Takes me anywhere, anytime. Unapologetic British mechanical genius: a genuine Raleigh three-speed bicycle. Yeah, my righteous wire donkey. They went to design them in the Thirties, those Brits were dreaming hundred-year bicycle. All-steel frame, no carbon-fiber nonsense. Look at these fenders--plastic? Of course not. Real steel, many coats of enamel. Not for nothing these humble cruisers carried generations of college students and professors to class and back through all sorts of weather.” ...
Chapter One: Bean Sprout Kid, Talking Cabbage Heads, Wire Donkey Chapter Two: Open Matchbox & Shut Case, Pill Hill, Freeway Pinball Chapter Three: Celery Butts, Wallet Cards, Black Nail Polish Chapter Four: Cannabis Psychic, Foxy Lady, Wrong Livelihood Chapter Five: Tabling Man, Pedalling Peddler, Wave Catcher Chapter Six: Tomato Ferrari, Tortoise-Shell Glasses, Jonny Shaks Chapter Seven: Russian Parts, Bottle Caps, News Hound Chapter Eight: Sushi Train, Celibate Soldiers, Bones Heaven Chapter Nine: River Anesthesia, Jurassic Gingko, Helpful Nihonjin Chapter Ten: Dead Needles, Squirrel Samadhi, Hotaru Streaker Chapter Eleven: Road's End, Silk Skin, Plastic Staples Chapter Twelve: Blue Blockers, Tofu Scramble, O-Sencha Chapter Thirteen: O-Cha, Asexual Thing, Americorps Reconsidered Chapter Fourteen: Blind Lust, Fish Eyes, Feather Duster Chapter Fifteen: Gorilla Man, Dinosaur Diesel, Snout House Chapter Sixteen: Leeches Extra, Carnal De Bronze, Frozen Pampers Chapter Seventeen: Pronoid Delusion, Eyebrow Dormers, Crawfish Memories Chapter Eighteen: Bed-Head Hair, Subterranean Hotel, Turtle Man About...
This book represents a journey through the world through meditation.
My Secret Family aka Sugar Crash is a cult novel about personality and eating disorders, originally written as a short story in 1991 and published as a novel in 1997. The novel went viral in 1997. By 2005 the characters in the book, each represented by a personality disorder, were considered a 'pro-ana' secret language by the media, even though the book has no 'pro-ana' message. The story spread in an unusual fashion because it was originally published, not in book form, but as a collection of stapled pages in the form of a found diary, which readers copied and distributed at their own expense. The book has no copyright and an estimated 60 million copies have been made....
Suffer to be Beautiful By Ana I don't eat bread or chocolate cake, in dinners and breakfasts I do not partake, there's cherry plum pudding cooled fresh on the sill, it may as well sit there – to me it's all swill. I cannot remember the taste of dessert, when I climb out my dress my ribs creak and they hurt, I'm down three sizes to a minus 2, I need to put cotton in the sides of my shoes. I cry in my sleep for one last little bite, a glass of tap water stays my appetite, my lips have not tasted a real crème Brule, in so long my taste buds have just withered away. my doctor and mother share the same phobia - that my skin will stretch tight and eventually tear. I suffer and diet and look like a rake, but oh! What a beautiful corpse I will make!...
The Escape Artist Art House of Ana The Arc This Broken Art of Mine Stalking Luke Mall Rats The Poser Sugar Crash Ana Mia Sue Sophie The Riders of the Apocalypse House of Sophie ...
Winifred starts her story off in the first person, to create a personable feel for the reader; she then changed her story to the third person as it reads like fiction with all the colorful characters evolving. The reader must remember that everything in this story is actual facts of what happened in Winifred’s life; hence the story is a historical document as well. It is delightful to read, heartfelt, funny and also at times will have you in tears so be ready with your tissue boxes....
The light and the dark shadows danced in grotesque shapes on the freshly painted green and cream walls, at times, reaching out, in mythical movements, towards the well baked off-white of the ceiling. A loud ticking alarm clock, from its place of importance on the mantle-piece, disturbed the silence of the room, acting like a hypnotist’s metronome on the man sleeping in the deep old fashioned arm chair. Singed hair tumbled boyishly about his once handsome face. The slightest movement he made brought sounds of moaning from swollen lips. Flashing firelight revealed the cause of the pain. Blisters that hung in bunches’ like grapes, almost the size of walnuts, decorated his shoulder and wove themselves right down one side of his body. I slowly opened the door so as not to disturb my father and tip-toed my way across towards the wreckage of human flesh slumped on the chair. I was a child of seven with large curls of hair that ran down to my shoulders now sparkling gold in the bright glow of the flickering firelight. I had large blue eyes that held the fathoms of the ages in them; such was the wisdom bestowed upon me. Looking at my fat...
There is no good war. All war is hideous. munir is a novel about Baghdad under Occupation. It is a story detailing the tragic intersection of intelligence personnel, militants, and Iraqi millennials....
“Ah!” Majid exclaimed, realizing where they were. Spying their favorite nook in the city, Majid approached the cozy concrete to kick back. Munir had noticed this quotidian wonder many years ago when he was working part-time as a delivery boy. One ‘precision’ strike in 1991, courtesy of a 35-year-old B-52 bomber, had taken out a homeless shelter. The blast had also carved the ideal reading nook out of an adjacent wall. The shelter was eventually rebuilt, but the wall remained damaged and crumbling....
This book is a guide for anyone who wishes to live a happy life which will be free of regrets.And If you are the person, do not hesitate to download this book because it will reveal to you the practical steps you are to take in order to live a happy life. Remember that this life is too short and for that reason it's not worth living in regrets...
This book will help you a lot to live a life free of regrets
Proper planning Utilizing one's opportunity Avoid making wrong choices Manage your time properly
Before we ascend to the thoughts and deeds of Keloğlan, it may be desirable to explore the foundations of Turkish oral literature, which enjoys its share of archetypes. One such internationally known character is Nasreddin Hoja (or, Hoca), representing the voice of reason in a witty manner. On one occasion, Nasreddin borrows a kazan (large cauldron) from his neighbor. When Nasreddin returns the kazan, the neighbor sees that there is a small cooking pot in the bottom. He asks Nasreddin: "What is this?" Nasreddin replies: "Apparently the kazan had been pregnant and it has given birth to this small pot." The neighbor unquestioningly accepts the kazan and the pot. Some weeks later, Nasreddin wishes to borrow the same kazan. The neighbor is only too happy to oblige. This time, a month passes. The neighbor calls on Nasreddin to inquire about his kazan. Nasreddin, with a concerned look, announces: "I am sorry, but your kazan died." The neighbor is puzzled. Then becoming angry, he demands: "How could it die?" "You believed that it gave birth, why do you not believe that it died?" ...
On another celebrated occasion, which took place over some eight centuries ago, Nasreddin again demonstrates the necessity of experimental science and reasoning: One day Nasreddin brings home three pounds of meat, expecting his wife to cook it for dinner. At dinner-time, Nasreddin finds no meat on the table. He asks his wife, "What happened to the meat?" His wife replies, "The cat ate it." Nasreddin breezes into the kitchen, puts the cat on the scales, and discovers the cat to be weighing three pounds. Nasreddin quizzically questions the result, "If the meat I brought home weighed three pounds, then, where is the cat? And, if this happens to be the cat, then what happened to the meat?" ...
Table of Contents Preface Introduction Keloğlan from Dream to Throne Keloğlan and His Wise Brother Tekerleme The Keloğlan Who Would Not Tell The Keloğlan Who Guarded the Door How Keloğlan Stole Köroğlu’s Horse, Kırat, for Hasan Pasa Man Persecuted Beause of Wife’s Great Beauty How Hasan and Hasan Differed from Hasan The Heavy Headed Keloğlan The Magic Bird, The Magic Fruit, and the Magic Stick The Pomegranate Thief and the Padişah’s Sons The Blind Padişah with Three Sons The Padişah’s Youngest Son as Dragon-Slayer Keloğlan as Dead Bridegroom How Keloğlan Got a Bride for a Chickpea Keloğlan and the Sheep in the Sea Keloğlan and the Sheep in the River Keloğlan and the Lost but Recovered Ring Keloğlan and the Deceived Judge The Maligned Maiden Keloğlan and the Mirror The Successful Youngest Daughter The Shepherd Who Came as Ali and Returned as a Girl Keloğlan and the Girl Who Traveled Nightly to the Other World The Keloğlan and the Padişah’s Youngest Daughter The Shepherd Who Married a Princess But Became Padişah of Another Country Keloğlan Turns the Shoes How Keloğlan Drowned His Mother-in-Law Keloğlan an...
This compilation of 56 fictional stories has been interspersed, with a view to categorize these independent theme-based entertaining bits of literature, created by the author for that type of readers who do not like lengthy novels/stories. However, the three sections, namely Micro Stories, Short Stories and Long Tale trifurcating the complete book indicate to the fact that the author kept in mind the immediate availability of the time at the disposal of his valued reader at that hour of the `ever-fleeing` time. It has also been kept in mind that the piquant captians should be worth the substance below thereof. The reader may choose beforehand `the captivating item` from the List of contents provided separately for every category, vis a vis Micro Stories, Short Stories or Long Tales. My beliefs: Endowed with the personality that always remains inclined towards the truest secularism, I cannot afford to prefer one religion over the other. Therefore, it is not a difficult task for me to interact with a person of any faith. I cannot skip from my tract of `humanity before religion`. Being a firm believer in the existence of a `Supre...