THE NATURE OF YOGA?In this first discourse we shall concern ourselves with the gaining of a general idea of the subject of Yoga, seeking its place in nature, its own character, its object in human evolution.??THE MEANING OF THE UNIVERSE:?Let us, first of all, ask ourselves, looking at the world around us, what it is that the history of the world signifies. When we read history, what does the history tell us? It seems to be a moving panorama of people and events, but it is really only a dance of shadows; the people are shadows, not realities, the kings and statesmen, the ministers and armies; and the events the battles and revolutions, the rises and falls of states ??are the most shad-owlike dance of all. Even if the historian tries to go deeper, if he deals with economic conditions, with social organisations, with the study of the tendencies of the currents of thought, even then he is in the midst of shadows, the illusory shadows cast by unseen realities. This world is full of forms that are illusory, and the values are all wrong, the proportions are out of focus. The things which a man of the world thinks valuable, a spiritual man must cast aside as worthless. ??The diamonds of the world, with their glare and glitter in the rays of the outside sun, are mere fragments of broken glass to the man of knowledge. The crown of the king, the sceptre of the emperor, the triumph of earthly power, are less than nothing to the man who has had one glimpse of the majesty of the Self. ??What is, then, real? What is truly valuable? Our answer will be very different from the answer given by the man of the world.??"The universe exists for the sake of the Self." Not for what the outer world can give, not for control over the objects of desire, not for the sake even of beauty or pleasure, does the Great Architect plan and build His worlds. He has filled them with objects, beautiful and pleasure-giving. The great arch of the sky above, the mountains with snow-clad peaks, the valleys soft with verdure and fragrant with blossoms, the oceans with their vast depths, their surface now calm as a lake, now tossing in fury, they all exist, not for the objects themselves, but for their value to the Self. Not for themselves because they are anything in themselves but that the purpose of the Self may be served, and His manifestations made possible.

Tr?ind de azi pe m?ine ?ntr-un Bucure?ti plin de tenta?ii, dar consumator de resurse, studentul la Drept Mihnea B?iatu nu ?i-a dat examenele, iar ob?inerea licen?ei ?ncepe s? semene cu un vis imposibil. A ?nv??at ?ns? cum s? c??tige ?ncrederea cet??enilor s?raci cu duhul – ?i nu e pu?in lucru. Plasat ?ntr-un decor suburban, cu personaje caragialiene, Mihnea B?iatu se ?nscrie ?ns?, f?r? doar ?i poate, ?n tipologia eroilor lui Gib I. Mih?escu, urm?ri?i de idealul femeii absolute. Expert ?n practicile ?amorului democrat“ ?i ?n escrocarea cu sistem – erotic? ?i financiar? – a propriet?reselor de mahala, eternul student d? nas ?n nas pe culoarele universit??ii cu femeia perfect?, care-l scruteaz? ?i ea, cu acela?i interes, prin lentila unui lornion de aur…

It was the third week in September when the Fairfields left the seashore and returned to their Vernondale home.??“Now, my child,” said Mr. Fairfield, as they sat on the veranda after dinner, “I will unfold to you my plans for the coming winter, and you may accept, or reject, or amend them as you please.”??“Proceed,” said Patty, settling herself comfortably in her wicker chair; “I feel in an amiable mood this evening, and will probably agree to anything you may suggest.”??“I’ve been thinking for some time,” went on her father, “that I don’t want to spend the coming winter in Vernondale. I would much rather be in New York.”??“Reason number one—Nan,” said Patty, checking it off on her forefinger and smiling at her father.?“Yes,” he responded, with an answering smile, “she is reason number one, but there are others.”?To readers who are unfamiliar with Patty’s earlier history we may say right here that her mother had died when Patty was but three years old. ??At present she lived with her father in their little home in Vernondale, an establishment of which Patty greatly prided herself on her management.?Recently Mr. Fairfield had become engaged to Miss Nan Allen, a young lady who lived in Philadelphia, and who was a dear friend of Patty’s.

n finalul romanului Donna Alba mtile personajelor cad. Mihai Aspru a vrut doar s-o stpneasc“ pe trufaa aristocrat, mbrcndu-i dorina n podoabe strlucitoare luate din cri. n schimb, Georges Radu erban, soul nelat, boier rigid taxat maliios de ctre narator, se dovedete un veritabil erou tragic, sinucigndu-se din dragoste, ca personajul lui Dostoievski.Ct o privete pe Alba, obiectul obsesiei ndelung elaborate, ea e un personaj de film din anii ‘30: femeia fatal, provocatoare de nenorociri pentru brbaii care o iubesc. Intriga dinamic, colorat de suspans, ajunge la o rezolvare cu happy end, care ar fi putut prea facil dac naratorul n-ar fi introdus un accent original de autoironie i umor negru, chiar n legtur cu ultima apariie a Albei. Foarte frumoas n valurile negre de mare doliu, dar deloc ndurerat, ea i apare brbatului ca un nger al morii, promindu-i o primejdioas fericire.

PREFACE?All the stories about Princes and Princesses in this book are true stories, and were written by Mrs. Lang, out of old books of history. There are some children who make life difficult by saying, first that stories about fairies are true, and that they like fairies; and next that they do not like true stories about real people, who lived long ago. I am quite ready to grant that there really are such things as fairies, because, though I never saw a fairy, any more than I have seen the little animals which lecturers call molecules and ions, still I have seen people who have seen fairies—truthful people. ??This book about Princes and Princesses is not one which a child is obliged to read. Indeed the stories are not put in order, beginning with the princes who lived longest ago and coming down gradually to people who lived nearest our own time. The book opens with the great Napoleon Bonaparte, who died when some very old people still living were alive. Napoleon was not born a prince, far from it; his father was only a poor gentleman on a wild rough little island. But he made himself not merely a king, but the greatest of all emperors and generals in war. He is not held up as a person whom every boy should try to imitate, but it is a truth that Napoleon always remained a boy in his heart. He liked to make up stories of himself, doing wonderful things which even he was unable to do. When he was a boy he played at being a general, making snow fortresses and besieging them, just as many boys do. And when he was a man he dreamed of conquering all the East, Asia, and India, and Australia; and he tried to do all that, but it was too much even for him.

The tales in the Grey Fairy Book are derived from many countries: ”Lithuania, various parts of Africa, Germany, France, Greece, and other regions of the world. They have been translated and adapted by Mrs. Dent, Mrs. Lang, Miss Eleanor Sellar, Miss Blackley, and Miss Lang. 'The Three Sons of Hali' is from the last century 'Cabinet des Faces,' a very large collection. The French author may have had some Oriental original before him in parts; at all events he copied the Eastern method of putting tale within tale, like the Eastern balls of carved ivory. ??The stories, as usual, illustrate the method of popular fiction. A certain number of incidents are shaken into many varying combinations, like the fragments of coloured glass in the kaleidoscope. Probably the possible combinations, like possible musical combinations, are not unlimited in number, but children may be less sensitive in the matter of fairies than Mr. John Stuart Mill was as regards music.

Cel mai vechi dintre cltorii romantici, Grigore Alexandrescu, n paginile consacrate vizitei sale la mnstirile olteneti (1842), ne ofer… destul de puin. Impresiile sale privesc mai degrab tradiiile istorice ale locurilor pe care le viziteaz sau unele particulariti ale ornduirii lor actuale. Cadrul natural este abia indicat. Cnd ajunge la Cozia, o simpl nsemnare topografic i este de ajuns… n faa Mnstirii Dintr-un Lemn descrierea este ceva mai bogat, dar fr elemente sensibile propriu-zise. Autorul descrie o configuraie, nu un peisagiu… Petera de la Polovraci l impresioneaz mai mult, dar spiritul de observaie rmne, chiar n faa acestui spectacol, inferior fanteziei constructive, creia i se pare a vedea, n grupul stalactitelor, siluete de copii sau de fantasmagorice fiine combinate din oameni i fiare, dac nu simple chipuri slbatice "c doi tlhari, care, cu armele gata, ateapt s atace un trector". Abia, ultima pagin a Memorialului jertfete esteticii timpului, zugrvind un motiv tipic-rasarirea lunii deasupra unei pduri… Pagina merit a fi reinut. Este acea prin care natura, ca obiect al descrierii literare, intr n operele prozatorilor romni, sub forma magiei lunare. Scriitorul nelege ce poate fi dulceag sau convenional n zugrvirea strlucirii nentinate a lunii i de aceea ntregete tabloul sau din contraste punnd alturi de lumin selenar, rspndit pe ziduri, pe stnci i poteci, masa ntunecat a pdurii rmase n umbr. Rsrirea lunii la Tismana rmne oricum o excepie n paginile de proz ale lui Grigore Alexandrescu.“Tudor Vianu, Arta prozatorilor romni, Chiinu, Casa de editura Litera, 1997, p. 69-70.

Mare poet clasic, Co?buc ?i-a asigurat locul printre marii creatori: Eminescu, Creang?, Caragiale, Slavici, prin con?inutul na?ional al operei sale, prin cultivarea ?i frecventarea clasicilor, prin puritatea expresiei ?i claritatea stilului, prin promovarea idealului de frumuse?e echilibrat?, ?n general prin ?nnoirea limbii poetice. Co?buc este – unanim recunoscut – un mare clasic al versului rom?nesc. Poet al naturii ?i al omului de la ?ar?, al exuberan?ei juvenile, al iubirii, al revoltei ?i luptei, al b?rb??iei, Co?buc ?nscrie una din cele mai pre?ioase experien?e ale literelor rom?ne?ti, ?ntr-un moment de r?scruce, c?nd, prin scrierile unei pletore de pseudoeminescieni, se crease ?n poezia noastr? o stare deprimant?, maladiv?, din care se p?rea c? nu exist? perspective de ie?ire spre un liman s?n?tos. ?n acest climat de mal de siecle, de Wetschmerz r?sare nea?teptat de viguros ?i nou George Co?buc, redres?nd poezia rom?neasc?, aduc?nd noi orizonturi, noi sensuri, noi valori artistice.

Pove?tile lui Creang? sunt delectabile deopotriv? pentru copii ?i pentru adul?i. ?ns? numai cei din urm? le pot gusta pe deplin savoarea. Creanga pare a nu-?i fi b?tut capul s? inventeze pove?ti: avea de?tul material la ?ndem?n? ca s? mai fie nevoie de a?a ceva. C?t datoreaz? el crea?iei folclorice anonime ?i c?t ?i este aceasta tributar? dup? publicarea pove?tilor ?i absorb?ia – sau re?ntoarcerea – acestora ?n circuitul oralit??ii e o chestiune ce poate interesa mig?loase cercet?ri erudite. Farmecul pove?tilor lui Creang? nu st? ?n inven?ie – cel mult, aici ?i-a spus cuv?ntul selec?ia f?cut? de scriitor dintr-un inventar disponibil at?t de bogat. Ceea ce atrage ?i cucere?te, ?n primul r?nd, e ?punerea ?n scen?“ – nemaivorbind de darul rostirii plastice, suculen?e, at?t de mult comentat ?i analizat.LIVIU PAPADIMA

Her ?ey ?evresiyle etkile?imsel bütünlükte anlaml? olmaktad?r. Soral?m yine de; Bütünü par?alar?ndan fazlas? yapan nedenler nelerdir? Evrende neyin ifadesiyiz? Canl?l?k, bilin?, ruh, duygular art?k anla??labilir midir? Canl?l?k h?z farklar?ndan m? olu?maktad?r? H?zl? bile?enimiz olan elektri?in; canl?l???n ve bilincimizin olu?umunda nas?l bir etken olmaktad?r? Bizleri olu?turanlardan beden, duygular, bilin?, ruh diye tan?mlad?klar?m?z aras?nda ba?lant?lar nas?l kurulmaktad?r? Sorular?, günümüzde enerjiler aras? ba?lant?, etkile?im nas?l kurulmaktad?r? Sorusu gibi oldu?u, yani her?ey gibi onlar?nda enerji oldu?u anla??lm??t?r. Ruh olarak tan?mlad?k, zihin-beden aras?nda ba?lant?y? kurmaya, duygular? anlamaya ?al??t?k. Bilincin, alg?n?n tüm bunlarla nas?l bir ili?kisi olabilece?ini sorgulad?k. Genelde ?yle oluyor ya, bütünün ?nce par?alar?n? anlamaya, par?alara ay?r?p anlamaya ?al??man?n sorunlar?n?n izlerini sürüp bütünle olan etkile?imini g?rmeye y?neliyoruz. Zaman?n i?inde zaman ge?irmemize ra?men bilincimizle, canl?l???m?zla nas?l ba?lant?l? oldu?unu g?rmezden geldik. Günümüz dünyas?n?n ula?t??? bilgi, ya?amsal deneyimlerin kaydedilip aktar?lmas?, izledi?imiz filmlerden tutun da, deneyimlerimizin h?zl? etkile?imiyle zaman aral?klar?n? orduk. S?n?r sistemimize benzeyen internet a?lar? olu?turduk. ?nsanl?k olarak yapay zekalar geli?tirdik. Hücre ile beden benzeri; canl?yla tüm canl?l???n, ekosistemin, varl???n etkile?im ?rüntüsü oldu?unu, etkile?imsel ?rüntüde anlam? oldu?unu ??rendik. Belki de olu?turdu?umuz yeni anlamlar gelecekte olu?acaklar?n par?alar?d?r. De?i?im devam ediyor. G?rünen o ki, canl?lar bu evrenin en ileri evrensel enerji alanlar?d?r. Soral?m kendimize; Evrende canl?l?ktan daha anlaml? bir ?ey var m?d?r? Dünya bilinci ?a?lard?r. Biriktirdi?i bilgi ve deneyimlerini, olu?umun ba?lang?c?ndan itibaren nesiller boyu aktarm??, ekosistemiyle bir bütün olarak evrilmi?tir. Ula?t??? bilin? halini ?evresiyle etkile?imsel d?ngü i?inde hep yeniden ?ekillendirmi?tir. D?nü?ümsel etkile?imin hi?bir zaman?n?n ayn? olmay??? temel evrensel durumun etkisiyle de zamanda evrilmi? ve günümüz dünyas?n?n paradigmas?na ula?m??t?r. Evrimsel ?rüntüye paralel geli?en teknolojik entegrasyonla bilgi, zamanda ?ok yo?un etkile?ebilmi?tir. Dünya üzerinde artan s?n?r hücresi say?s? yani artan canl? say?s?n?n olumlu bir yan? ise, bilginin etkile?imini art?rm?? olmas?d?r. Platon’un idealar dünyas?nda var olan?n kendi ba??na var olamayaca??n?, var olan?n ?ncül bir mükemmeli olmal? dü?üncesiyle hareket etti?i g?rülüyor. Bu dü?ünceye bi ele?tiriyle ba?lay?p daha sonra ele?tiriyide ele?tirelim. Diyelim ki bu dü?ünceye evrimin, zaman?n itiraz? var. Buna b?yle devam edersek ba?lang?? i?inde, uzaylar i?inde ba?layan evrenler olsa bile bugünki mant?k yine en ba?a d?nmemizi s?ylüyor. Yani ilk nas?l olu?tu? Bu olu?um ?ncesi uzay diyeyim en mükemmel saf hali olan B?R nas?l olu?tu. 1’de ise hi?bir ?zellik olmamal? yani nas?l olurda idea’lar oradan kaynaklan?r. Demek ki varl?k olu?umu bi süre?, evrim olur gibi. Sondan ba?a d?nsekte bi süre?, ba?tan ba?lam?? olsakta bi süre?. Bu ifadeler B?R d?ngüsü i?inde do?ru olabilir. ?dealar nereden geldi ?ünki sonu? olarak idealar B?R de olmamal? ?ünkü B?R farkl?l?k bar?nd?rm?yor. Asl?nda her ?eyi B?R kapsar, o kaynak potansiyeller alan?d?r. Haliyle her ?eyle ayn? alandad?r. Bi nevi potansiyeller alan?yla varl?k ayn? ?eydir, benzerdir. O halde Platon’un idealar kuram?n?n kayna?? ve kendisi bu evrendedir, bu evrendir. Günümüz bilim dünyas?nda ?oklu evrenler dü?üncesi olduk?a yayg?nd?r. O halde evrenlerin oldu?u daha dev uzaysal kaynaklar, alanlar olmal?d?r. ??te B?R belkide bizimde i?inde evrildi?imiz vede k?smen farkl?la?t???m?z her ?eyin kayna??, alan?d?r. Evren büyük tabii ancak büyüklük hep yan?lt?c? olmaya devam etmi?tir. Belkide hiper bir uzay hatta uzaylar alan?nda olabiliriz. Belki ama e?er do?ru b? dü?ünce ?ekliyse bu ilk soruyu yinede de?i?tirmiyor. ?lk ba?lang?? diye bir ?ey var m??

n vrst de 11 ani, Ivy Manx locuiete n inutul Caux, al crui conductor este teribilul Rege Mtrgun i unde legea trmului este otrvete sau fii otrvit“. Fr un degusttor de ncredere acreditat de Breasl care s-i stea mereu aproape, urmtoarea ta mas ar putea fi i ultima.Chiar mai ru, unchiul mult iubit al fetiei – ultimul farmacopat vindector din Caux – a disprut fr urm, lsnd-o pe Ivy cu trusa lui cu leacuri secrete, cu o cioar zgomotoas pe nume H i cu un degusttor nepriceput i mrav, cu nclinaie pentru picoteal.Nu mai e timp de pierdut! Ivy trebuie s-i pun n aplicare teribilul plan! mpreun cu un tnr degusttor pe nume Rowan – aflat pe fug dup otrvirea accidental a douzeci dintre grzile regelui –, fata pornete n cutarea unchiului ei. n aceste vremuri dominate de corupie i de uneltiri – n acest, pn nu demult, minunat loc strvechi –, cei doi copii, devenii acum dumanii ntregului regat, au un sprijin de ndejde.Dar ce vor oare urmritorii lor S fie nestemata de-o inegalabil frumusee ce pare – dei asta este practic imposibil – a fi scobit Sau o fi elixirul pe care ea nsi l-a creat i care are misterioase puteri vindectoare Sau oare poate fi vorba despre Ivy nsiSpus pe un ton uor ironic i de o prospeime irezistibil, primul volum al trilogiei Otrvurile din Caux“, Nestemata Scobit este o uimitoare poveste despre ierburi i magie, degusttori i otrvuri.

B?R DAMLA SEVG?YLE MERHABA ?Dokunan hafif bir esinti, bir damla ya?, bir kü?ük ka?amak bak??tan ve bir tatl? s?zden sonra yüre?in ?eperlerine yap???p kalan a?k?n izleriyle dolu ya?amakt?r belki de istenilen… ??zlemek sevgiyle yüre?e dokunmaksa; bir tatl? s?z, bir gidenin ard?ndan kalan iz, bir hüzün i?indeki umutsuzluklarda bile, umut arayan kalple var olmakt?r kimbilir belki de i?imizde kalan… ??zlemek; a?k?n g?zya?lar?nda, yar?n? olmayan a?klarda ve bir garip a?k?n i?inde bile mutlulu?u, sevginin kanatlar?nda ?zlemle arayarak yazmakt?r belki de sayfalarda saklanan… ?Kim bilir belki de sevgiyi i?inde bularak kanatlanmakt?r, kanats?z hallerinde bile ?zlemle a?ka u?makt?r… ?Her okunan ?iirin i?inde hissedebilmektir belki de; tarifi olmayan, tarifsiz o duyguyu, yüre?indeki bir k?v?lc?m ate?iyle canland?r?p ya?atabilmektir belki de arzulanan... ?Sevgiyle dolu sayfalarda, hissettiklerinizi bulup dolu dolu ya?aman?z dile?iyle… Cengiz ?ET?K 1964 y?l?nda Konya/Karap?nar do?du. ?lkokulu Emirgazi il?esinde okudu. Ortaokulu ve liseyi Karap?nar’da okudu. Endüstri Meslek Lisesi Torna tesviye’den mezun oldu. 1989 y?l?nda Burdur E?itim Yüksek Okulu’ndan S?n?f ??retmeni olarak mezun olduktan sonra 1990 y?l?ndan bu yana zaman zaman idarecilik yapsa da ?u an Uzman S?n?f ??retmeni olarak ?al??makta olup iki k?z babas?d?r. 1986 y?l?nda ilk ?yküsü “sonun Ba?lang?c?” bir sinema dergisinin a?t??? yar??mada birinci gelmi?tir. Finike yerel gazetelerinde 2005 y?l?ndan sonra bir?ok k??e yaz?lar? yay?nland?. 2006 y?l?nda ilk ?iir kitab? “Son S?züm Sana Gülüm” yay?nlad?. ?kinci kitab? “Siyahlarday?m Alev Bak??l?m” 2008 y?l?nda yay?nland?. Ayr?ca güfte halinde “ Siyahlarday?m” 2010 y?l?nda ve “Vazge? G?nlüm” 2016 y?l?nda iki ?iiri bestelenip ?ark? olarak hayat bulmu?tur. 2017 y?l? son ay?nda ilk bilimkurgu roman? “Pokentranl? G?kmen” okurlar?yla tan??t?.

On the second day of July in the year 1863 the Civil War in America was at its height. Late in the preceding month Lee had turned his face northward, and, with an army of a hundred thou-sand Confederate soldiers at his back, had marched up into Penn-sylvania. There was little to hinder his advance. Refraining, by reason of strict orders, from wanton destruction of property, his soldiers nevertheless lived on the rich country through which they passed. York and Carlisle were in their grasp. Harrisburg was but a day’s march away, and now, on this second day of July, flushed with fresh victories, they had turned and were giving desperate battle, through the streets and on the hills of Gettysburg, to the Union armies that had followed them. The old commonwealth was stirred as she had not been stirred before since the fall of Sumter. Every town and village in the state responded quickly to the governor’s call for emergency troops to defend the capital city. Mount Hermon, already depleted by gen-erous early enlistments, and by the draft of 1862, gathered to-gether the bulk of the able-bodied men left in the village and its surroundings, and sent them forth in defense of the common-wealth. Not that Mount Hermon was in especial danger from Lee’s invasion, far from it. Up in the northeastern corner of the state, on a plateau of one of the low foot-hills of the Moosic range, sheltered by the mountains at its back, it was well protected, both by reason of distance and location, from the advancing foe. But Mount Hermon was intensely patriotic. In the days preceding the Revolution the sturdy pioneers from Connecticut had met the equally sturdy settlers from the domain of Penn, and on this plateau they had fought out their contentions and settled their differences; the son of the Pennamite had married the daughter of the Yankee; and the new race, with love of country tingeing every drop of its blood a deeper red, had stayed on and possessed the land. So, on this July day, when the armies of North and South were striving and struggling with each other in bloody combat back and forth across the plain and up the hills of Gettysburg, Mount Hermon’s heart beat fast. But it was not for themselves that these people were anxious. It was for the fathers, husbands, sons, lovers in that army with which Meade, untried and unproven, was endeavoring to match the strategy and strength of Lee. News of the first day’s skirmishing had reached the village, and it was felt that a great battle was imminent. In the early evening, while the women were still busy at their household tasks, the men gathered at the post-office and the stores, eager for late news, anxious to discuss the situation as they had learned it. In the meantime the boys of the town had congregated on the village green to resume the military drills which, with more or less frequency, they had carried on during the summer. These drills were not wholly without serious intent. It was play, indeed; but, out of the ranks of these boys, three of the older ones had already gone to the front to fight real battles; and it was felt, by the men of the town, that the boys could not be too thoroughly imbued with the military spirit. So, on this July evening, wakened into new ardor by the news from Gettysburg, they had gathered to resume their nightly work—and play.There were thirty-three of them, ranging in years all the way from eight to eighteen. They were eager and enthusiastic. At the command to fall in there was much pushing and jostling, much striving for desirable places, and even the young captain, with great show of authority, could not quite adjust all differences to the complete satisfaction of his men.Before the confusion had wholly ceased, and while there were still awkward gaps in the ranks, a tall, straight, shy-mannered boy of seventeen, who had remained hitherto on the outskirts of the group, quietly slipped into one of the vacant places.

Ceea ce putem spune ?i ceea ce se cuvine spus este c? literatura noastr? modern? ?l revendic? cu hot?r?re pe Panait Istrati, pe fiul pierdut ?i revenit ca ?i Ulise al versului francez, dup? o miraculoas? c?l?torie. C?ci opera lui Panait Istrati ?ntrege?te peisajul literaturii rom?ne?ti din ultimii dou?zeci de ani, deoarece, dimpreun? cu Mihail Sadoveanu ?i cu Liviu Rebreanu, autorul Chirei Chiralina alc?tuie?te treimea cea de o fiin?? a celei mai unitare substan?e epice. C? ?i ace?tia – ?i poate c? nu stric? s? amintim cum c?te?itrei purced la ?mplinirea operei lor, cam ?n acela?i timp (?ntreg Sadoveanu de dup? Cocost?rcul albastru, doar de la trecutul r?zboi ?ncepe) c? ?i ace?tia, Panait Istrati este dintre to?i ceilal?i scriitori ai no?tri, acela care aduce cele mai multe probleme, cei mai mul?i eroi ?i cea mai puternic? individualitate. — Perpessicius

Dup? cum din Golanii nu se putea prevedea Ion, tot a?a nici din La Grandiflora nu se putea prevedea Rusoaica sau Donna Alba, cu toat? prezen?a elementelor prezumtive ale talentului lui Gib I. Mih?escu. Scriitorul a ?tiut s? se organizeze ?n crea?ii de care critica e bucuroas? s? ?in? seama, ca de produc?ii reprezentative ale literaturii noastre ultime. (Eugen Lovinescu)

Iubire sete de via?? Tu e?ti puterea creatoare Sub care inimile noastre Renasc ca ???orile ?n soare ??i ?mb?tate de-al t?u farmec Ce peste lume se a?terne ?n tremurarea lor de-o clip? Viseaz? fericiri eterne. Din haos ?i din ?ntuneric Te-ai smuls fecund? ?i senin?: Al t?u sur?s de alma parens Fu prima raz? de lumin?. ??i de c?ldura ta plane?ii Treptat se dezmor?esc ?nvie... Pe to?i ca ?ntr-o mreaj?-i leag? Universala simpatie. Tu faci s? circule ?n lume Puterea ta de z?mislire. ??i miliardele de forme De-a lungul vremii s? se-n?ire. Alexandru Vlahuta - Iubire

The great World War was more than two-thirds over when America entered the struggle, and yet in a sense this country was in the war from its very beginning. Three great inventions controlled the character of the fighting and made it different from any other the world has ever seen. These three inventions were American. The submarine was our invention; it carried the war into the sea. The airplane was an American invention; it carried the war into the sky. We invented the machine-gun; it drove the war into the ground. It is not my purpose to boast of American genius but, rather, to show that we entered the war with heavy responsibilities. The inven-tions we had given to the world had been developed marvelously in other lands. Furthermore they were in the hands of a determined and unscrupulous foe, and we found before us the task of overcoming the very machines that we had created. Yankee ingenuity was faced with a real test. The only way of overcoming the airplane was to build more and better machines than the enemy possessed. This we tried to do, but first we had to be taught by our allies the latest refinements of this machine, and the war was over before we had more than started our a?rial program. The machine-gun and its accessory, barbed wire (also an American invention), were overcome by the tank; and we may find what little comfort we can in the fact that its invention was inspired by the sight of an American farm tractor. But the tank was a British creation and was undoubtedly the most important invention of the war. On the sea we were faced with a most baffling problem. The U-boat could not be coped with by the building of swarms of submarines. The essential here was a means of locating the enemy and destroying him even while he lurked under the surface. Two American inventions, the hydrophone and the depth bomb, made the lot of the U-boat decidedly unenviable and they hastened if they did not actually end German frightfulness on the sea. But these were by no means the only inventions of the war. Great Britain showed wonderful ingenuity and resourcefulness in many di-rections; France did marvels with the airplane and showed great clev-erness in her development of the tank and there was a host of minor inventions to her credit; while Italy showed marked skill in the crea-tion of large airplanes and small seacraft.

Prin culegerea de fa?? punem la dispozi?ia tineretului studios (?i nu numai) o seam? de opere importante ale lui Vasile Alecsandri, opere reprezentative pentru dramaturgia ?i proza scriitorului, ?n primul r?nd cele prev?zute de programele ?colare ?n vigoare.

Yirmi birinci yüzy?lda, teknolojik geli?melerin de etkisiyle, büyük bir "öz güven patlamas?" ya?ayan insanl?k; kurulu?undan bu yana kendi yasalar?na göre çal??an ba?ta ekolojik sistem olmak üzere: Biyolojik ve jeolojik sistemlere müdahale ederek; kendi kurallar?na göre de?i?tirmeye kalkt?. ??te, ba?ta baz? hastal?klar olmak üzere; birçok sorunlar da burada ortaya ç?kt?. Maalesef bugün nerede ise hepimiz, hastay?z! Hastal?klar?m?z?n ise çe?it çe?it ad? olsa bile en yayg?n olan?: "Parçalama Hastal???" olup çok da kolay tedavi edilebilecek gibi de görünmemektedir.Günümüzde, teknolojik geli?mi?li?in de etkisiyle: ?nsano?lu, bütünü anlamak için onu parçalamay? seçti. Parçalar? üzerinden bütünü; anlamaya ve tan?maya çal??maktad?r.. Oysa ki, parçalar? birle?tirerek bütünü tan?mak hem daha kolay, hem de daha do?al bir yöntem oldu?unu da bilmesine ra?men.Y?llard?r; maddeleri parçalad?k yetmedi. Atomlar? parçalad?k bitmedi. Bu i? daha nereye kadar gidecek? Ve ne kadar daha sürecek? Bilinmez! Ancak bizler, bir an önce maddeleri ve sistemleri parçalamaktan vazgeçmek mecburiyetindeyiz! Yoksa: Korkar?m çok yak?nda, yeryüzündeki ya?am? kökünden bitirece?iz!..Bu arada, baz? "Laboratuvar Ka?iflerine" de birkaç hat?rlatmada bulunmak isterim:Hani; Sizlerin, mikro organizmalar? incelemek için hergün bakt???n?z o devasa büyüteçler'iniz (Dev Elektron Mikroskoplar?n?z) var ya! ??te o büyüteçler; inceledi?iniz o organizmalar?, sizlerin gözünde milyonlarca kez büyütmekte iken; sizleri de belki onlar?n "gözünde" milyonlarca kez küçültüyor olmas?nlar (?) Yine: Belki de sizler; onlar? tan?maya çal???rken; onlar da bizleri anlamaya çabal?yor olmas?nlar? Dahas?: Belki de onlar da bizleri merak ediyorlard?r (?) Kim bilir? Ne dersiniz? Bir de böyle dü?ünmeyi denemelisiniz!.."LABORATUARDAK? ?BL?S"{???R L?STES? & ?Ç?NDEK?LER}:YAZAR HAKKINDA {ÖZ GEÇM??}TANITMALIK {PROSPEKTÜS}T?N VE TENZERRELABORATUARDAK? ?BL?SB?ZDEN M?D?R?RUH YARASIKONDUNEFES?ST?R?DYEN?N HÜNER?MOLEKÜLER SEYAHATYARI?L?NÇHIZ/HAZ ÇEL??MECES?HAL?S YAPAYLIKLAR D?YARINDA -1MAZ?DEK? AYAK ?ZLER?MMAN?SA TARZANIARKA KAPAK?a’irin Yay?nlanm?? Di?er Kitaplar?VEYSEL TOPALO?LU (?A?R; SADEKUL)

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Sunt convins c aceast carte va intra n istoria literaturii, aa cum este ea, minunat. Nu cunosc n literatura romn un mai frumos omagiu adus mamei...“ (Ana Blandiana)Titlul unui roman care ar trebui s intre n manualele de literatur: Veneticii de Ion Lazu. Acest roman nseamn anexarea unui nou domeniu pentru literatura noastr, dar mai nseamn i un pas pentru proza romneasc de dup razboi, n-a spune doar pentru cea de dup ’89. El se detaeaz prin virtui stilistice cu totul remarcabile. Aceast oper literar condenseaz n ea att un proiect autobiografic, ct i o experien extraordinar n domeniul romanescului. Este un roman emblematic pentru secolul XX, cci figura refugiatului este ea nsi emblematic pentru acest secol… Cred c cele mai bune pagini din Veneticii pot concura cu pagini memorabile din Donul linitit, pentru c bntuie peste tot acel suflu de mare proz realist.“ (Radu Voinescu)