Sub limita de detec?ieVorbi?i ?n ?oapt?Ceva se petreceSub pragul vostru auditiv.A?a cum silabele gurii taleSunt sorbite de timpanele ei, tot astfelAcolo, ?n ad?nc,Picur? ceva –P?m?ntului ?i scap? lacrimiPe care le-nghit r?d?cinile;Acolo, ?n ?naltSe spulbera ceva –V?zduhului ?i scap? lacrimiPe care le-nghit ?ngerii.E un plan?et f?r? istovAl lucrurilor, fertil –Doar c? se petreceSub limita de detec?ie.

mi nchipui pe pmnt locuriUnde nu ajunge raza de soareLocuri unde nu adie vntulLocuri oarbe i surde, fr cldurFr memorie –Dar nu am destul putere s-mi nchipuiLocuri unde s nu ajungi s nu m ajungDurerea.

Dar mai bine las-m pe o strad pustie i privete cum nimic nu se schimb.“ – Laureniu Ion

ntr-o cultur temeinic articulat, ideile au ecouri. Antinomia lui Turgheniev a fost strlucit confirmat de arta urmtoarelor decenii, ntr-o polarizare tipologic esenial, confirmat anume de neierttorul su oponent. Idiotul“ Mkin, Makar Ivanovici Dolgoruki sau Aleoa Karamazov sunt ipostaze ale unui Don Quijote rusesc, iar n aceleai mprejurri Hamlet are chipul omului din subteran, al lui Raskolnikov, Ippolit, Stavroghin, Versilov, Ivan Karamazov. Hamlet are descendeni sntoi i morbizi. Diagnosticarea celor din urm este obsesia constant a lui Dostoievski. El a surprins genial spiritul analitic dizolvant, egoismul, cinismul, rceala, scepticismul devenit i indiferentism, a prezis profetic pactul unui tip de intelectual din secolul douzeci cu diavolul. Acestui Hamlet bolnav al epocii moderne i-am consacrat cteva lucrri... – Ion Ianoi

Sunt un om modelat mai mult de literatur dect de prini i de coal, aa c practic nu-mi pot imagina cum a fi artat, n alt context social-familial, ce a fi devenit, cum a fi evoluat. Atras de lumea din cri. Poate i pentru c personajele din literatur sunt mai pregnante, mai coerente, mai plauzibile, cu noim i de neles, n ultim instan, iar nu indecise, confuze, lipsite de sens, ca n viaa obinuit. Cnd spun uneori c eu i fr studii superioare, rmas funcionar ori meteugar, a fi fost acelai om, cam la asta m refer. La faptul c pentru formarea mea decisive au fost crile, lecturile, lumea stilizat, nsmnat cu mesaj. Poate c abia prin asta m apropii de ali scribi...Exist suflet, m ntrebam azi, n parc, pe o slab ninsoare, dnd un semiocol lacului. Poate c nu exist, n sensul dat acestui cuvnt de cei care neag transcendentul. ns pentru unul ca mine sufletul exist, el este ceea ce a rmas din prinii mei i mi umple mie viaa, gndurile; ceea ce m face s fiu n comuniune cu ei.“ – Ion Lazu

n parcul acela mare dintr-o suburbie a Chicago-ului am descoperit un col mai prginit, cu un lac plin de ppuri, de ierburi acvatice al cror nume l ignoram, de rae slbatice, ceva cam ca pe la noi. Se pare c, pe ct de mult difer locurile n care omul i face viaa lui civilizat, tot pe att de mult se aseamn ntre ele locurile care i-au pstrat, ca printr-o minune, starea lor de la nceput, netulburat de homo faber. Poate n-o s credei, dar nu ne mai dezlipeam de acel loc, cruia unii i-ar putea spune prloag. M-a impresionat faptul c aceti copii s-au artat receptivi la mesajul natural. nseamn c omul, atunci cnd i se ofer ocazia, alege n modul cel mai firesc un peisaj linitit, odihnitor. La drept vorbind, sunt attea lucruri interesante de vzut aici, la fratele meu Ionel Americanul! i tocmai n momente ca stea, gndul meu se ntoarce la ce-a fost cndva. Se pare ca i sufletul i are ochii lui...“ – Lidia Lazu

Un demers hermeneutic grav, efectuat ?n profunzimile operei ionesciene, ?i demonstr?nd cu asupra de m?sur? c? ??n prima pies? a lui Ionesco, Engleze?te f?r? profesor, comunicarea este repetitiv? ?i alienant?. Recurenta cli?eelor limbii de lemn burgheze este efectul (cauz?) unei existen?e osificate. Alienarea ?ncepe prin a fi pa?nic? ?i sf?r?e?te ?n agresiune. La ?nceput, b?tr?nii so?i Smith se afund? ?n banalitatea comunic?rii. Tinerii so?i Martin fac la fel, potrivit psihologiei v?rstei lor. Primii au o ?n?elepciune senil?. Ultimii, o vitalitate copil?reasc?. Pe parcurs (in)comunicarea se ad?nce?te, cuvintele ??i ?ndep?rteaz? tot mai mult sensurile, p?n? la a le abandona ori livra unei anamneze enun?iative. Sensul, p?r?nd genetic absent, ??i caut? identitatea ontologic? fictiv?, ?ntr-o deriv? total?. Noile contexte generate de un astfel de tip de enun?are creeaz? spa?ii retorice ale (?n)comunic?rii, inabitual proliferante, sf?r?ind adesea, cum s-a observat, ?ntr-un joc de-a masacrul logocratic, rupt de comandamentele – instan?ele – enun??rii. Personajele rostesc replicile automat, ?ntr-un ritm tot mai accentuat“.

Poemele dense, pline de miez ale lui Andrei Fischof curg unul dup altul. Fr ostentaie. Firesc, aa cum ploaia se scurge din orbitele zeilor fr nume, aa cum iarba poate fi numit iarb numai dac este pscut, din timp in timp, de pegaii morilor tineri. nfurat n toga marelui frig, poetul refuz zgomotul, nvlmeala, furtunile agitaiilor zadarnice, optnd mereu pentru ipostaza martorului tcut, marcat de o sensibilitate atent, ochiul su, da, cel triunghiular, din frunte, nregistrnd totul, aproape totul. Poemele-peisaje contureaz o lume a sfritului ntunecat, a degenerescentei, a decadenei i pierderii reperelor. E o lume de comar, o lume nurubat n albia apocalipsei care se inventa, clipa de clipa, provocnd martorul – adunat, strns n el nsui, atent la forurile-i luntrice i la vocea creia i se supune necondiionat – s imagineze discret, evaziv, surpat n uimirea de a fi el nsui: o ans de salvare. i martorul rspunde provocrii, aa cum un copil, fiind, pe malul mrii, harponat spre orizonturile mirabile ale dorinei de a fi, deseneaz, cu un beior, pe nisip, o uria corabie fantastic...“ – Aura Christi.

Simpatia fa de Legiune a fost indirect, prin Nae Ionescu, i n-a avut nici o influen n gndirea i scrierile mele“ (Mircea Eliade, 1978).Mircea Eliade. Anii tulburi: 1932-1938, iat o carte care te ndeamn s-o citeti nc de la lectura titlului. [...] ncearc s pun punctele pe toate i-urile n ceea ce privete relaiile lui Eliade cu micarea legionar. Obiectul de studiu sunt ndeosebi cele 17 articole evident legionare ale viitorului mare istoric al religiilor“ – Liviu Antonesei.Culpa lui Eliade rmne, ns nu trebuie s pierdem din vedere istovitoarea munc pe care a realizat-o pn la sfritul vieii sale i nici faptul c o ntreag coala de istorie a religiilor se revendic pornind de la cercetrile lui“ – Mihaela Gligor.

Intra?i ?n hora ideilor ?i a sentimentelor! Aceasta este invita?ia lansat? de volumul de versuri C?ntecul, jocul ?i hora ideilor. Sensibilitate ?i inteligen??, dragoste de cunoa?tere, fascina?ie fa?? de muzic? ?i filosofie - aceste matematici ale sufletului -, toate r?zbat din cartea poetului Beniamin Apahidean ?i ne ?ndeamn? s? le recept?m cu inima.

Deniz fenerinin ki gibidir: Ayd?n?n da ?????. Birisi gemileri, di?eri insanlar? ayd?nlat?r. Onlar?n sayesinde: Gemiler ve toplumlar yollar?n? bulabilirler."Batmaktan" kurtulup ayakta kalabilirler. Yeter ki: I??klar? söndürülmesin. Hiçbir fener, hiçbir ko?ulda; bir geminin tonaj?n? ve band?ras?n? sormaz. Gerçek bir ayd?n da öyle: Ayd?nl???n?n bilgisini sunarken; insanlar?n hiçbirine, ne ?rk?n? ve cinsiyetini ne de inanç tercihini sormaz. Ayd?n dedi?in; ayn? zamanda gerçekçidir. Gördü?ü: Hiçbir kötü rüyay? da hayra yormaz!...Her ikisi de; ?ss?z ve sessiz geceler boyu çal??arak; ayd?nlatmaya çabalar karanl?klar?. Ayd?nlar da fenerler gibidirler: Ortakt?r yaln?zl?klar?!..Özetle:"Ben de;Küçük bir "burunda"Küçük bir deniz feneriyim,Hümanizmin ise; sad?k bir neferiyim.I????m? hep çakar?m, Her durumda.Ya?am benim kutsal?m:Ya?ayan her canl? benim umurumda.Fenerler, kimseleri aramazlar;Arayanlar, mutlaka onlar? bulurlar:Ço?u kez de zor durumda.Ben her daim i?ime bakar,Sürekli ?????m? çakar?m.Hiç y?lmam; bunu hep yapar?m!...FELSEFE ???RLER? tüm bu duygular? ifade etmek için, yeni bir ?iir türü olarak yaz?ld?..

It is not the purpose of this work to write a treatise on instrumentation or to prepare a pedagogical analysis of orchestration only, but rather to trace the evolu-tion of the orchestra and of orchestration in connection with the history of music proper. Special emphasis will be laid upon what may be termed the IMPELLING FORCES to which the development of orchestration is due. This necessitates a considerable repetition of familiar facts that do not lend themselves to further original treatment. The restatement of such facts, however, would seem to form an indispensable background for the main theme, which is thereby exposed with all its attending phases of logical evolution. In addition to extended studies of orchestral scores themselves, the standard works of Berlioz, Geva?rt, Riemann, Parry, and others have, as a matter of course, been referred to. The subject under discussion has already been admirably handled by Lavoix in his voluminous work entitled "Histoire de L'Instrumentation," but it was unquestionably done through French glasses, and the scores of not one German romanticist are submitted to careful analysis beyond those of Weber and Wagner. "Parsifal" had not been produced at the time when Lavoix's book went to press, nor had such representative composers as Brahms, Saint-Sa?ns, Tschaikowsky, Dvorak then won their full meed of recognition. It is obvious, therefore, that the orchestration especially of the nineteenth century offers a fertile field for further profitable research. Again, the present writer is not aware of the existence of any comprehensive work in the English language upon the history of the orchestra and of orchestration. Throughout these pages the achievements of the more prominent composers are set forth in such manner as to indicate not only the distinctive features of their orchestration but of their general creative ability as well. In each case, the general style of composition and its significance as a contribution to musical literature are first enlarged upon. This is followed by an examination of the differentiated treatment of the strings, the wood, the brass, presented in logical sequence. A final analysis is then made of the individual method of orchestration as a whole, together with its relative value in the evolution of orchestration. In the Appendix to this book will be found a few musical illustrations selected from representative orchestral scores. LOUIS ADOLPHE COERNE. Cambridge, Massachusetts, U.S.A.April 30, 1905.

The Divine Comedy describes Dante's journey through Hell (Inferno), Purgatory (Purgatorio), and Paradise (Paradiso), guided first by the Roman poet Virgil and then by Beatrice, the subject of his love and of another of his works, La Vita Nuova. While the vision of Hell, the Inferno, is vivid for modern readers, the theological niceties presented in the other books require a certain amount of patience and knowledge to appreciate. Purgatorio, the most lyrical and human of the three, also has the most poets in it; Paradiso, the most heavily theological, has the most beautiful and ecstatic mystic passages in which Dante tries to describe what he confesses he is unable to convey (e.g., when Dante looks into the face of God: "all'alta fantasia qui mancò possa" — "at this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe," Paradiso, XXXIII, 142). "IN the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell It were no easy task, how savage wild That forest, how robust and rough its growth, Which to remember only, my dismay Renews, in bitterness not far from death.." (Dante) IN the midway of this our mortal life,I found me in a gloomy wood, astrayGone from the path direct: and e'en to tellIt were no easy task, how savage wildThat forest, how robust and rough its growth,Which to remember only, my dismayRenews, in bitterness not far from death.Yet to discourse of what there good befell,All else will I relate discover'd there.How first I enter'd it I scarce can say,Such sleepy dullness in that instant weigh'dMy senses down, when the true path I left,But when a mountain's foot I reach'd, where clos'dThe valley, that had pierc'd my heart with dread,I look'd aloft, and saw his shoulders broadAlready vested with that planet's beam,Who leads all wanderers safe through every way. Then was a little respite to the fear,That in my heart's recesses deep had lain,All of that night, so pitifully pass'd:And as a man, with difficult short breath,Forespent with toiling, 'scap'd from sea to shore,Turns to the perilous wide waste, and standsAt gaze; e'en so my spirit, that yet fail'dStruggling with terror, turn'd to view the straits,That none hath pass'd and liv'd. My weary frameAfter short pause recomforted, againI journey'd on over that lonely steep,The hinder foot still firmer. Scarce the ascentBegan, when, lo! a panther, nimble, light,And cover'd with a speckled skin, appear'd,Nor, when it saw me, vanish'd, rather stroveTo check my onward going; that ofttimesWith purpose to retrace my steps I turn'd. ? ?About Dante: ? Durante degli Alighieri, simply referred to as Dante (1265–1321), was a major Italian poet of the Middle Ages. His Divine Comedy, originally called La Comedia and later called Divina by Boccaccio, is widely considered the greatest literary work composed in the Italian language and a masterpiece of world literature. In Italy he is known as il Sommo Poeta ("the Supreme Poet") or just il Poeta. He, Petrarch and Boccaccio are also known as "the three fountains" or "the three crowns". Dante is also called the "Father of the Italian language".

Soii Claudia i Haruya Sumiya sunt modele de buntate i sensibilitate. Au parcurs zeci de mii de kilometri n drumurile lor din Japonia pn n Ro-mnia, pentru salvarea cinilor fr stpn, n timp ce 90% dintre romni, spre ruinea lor, au asistat pasivi la mcelrirea a peste 300.000 de cini. Etalon pentru iubitorii de animale, cartea se adreseaz tuturor vrstelor; are i candoare, i caracter educativ, i mult nelepciune. Dac au inim, n paginile ei se regsesc oameni din toate categoriile socia-le. Judecata de valoare a doamnei Claudia Sumiya este imbatabil: ntr-adevr, toi cei care se ocup s omoare cinii, de la preedinte pn la hingherul de rnd, sunt oameni cu mintea contorsionat”. Devotai unei cauze nobile, soii Sumiya i-au salvat de la un sfrit iminent i ngrozitor pe celua Fetia din Romnia, pe motanul Sultan i pe ci-nele Sheba din Japonia. Grija lor i a iubitorilor de animale s-a ndreptat i spre eroul Ta-keshi Koizumi, condamnat la moarte pentru vina de a-i fi rzbunat cel mai loial prieten, cinele Chiro, ucis de hingheri, cu bestialitate. Cu siguran, familia Sumiya este binecuvantat cu mult fericire, pentru c iubirea revrsat ctre un animal se ntoarce nze-cit spre cel care-l iubete necondiionat. nchei prin a-i felicita pe cei doi autentici iubitori de animale i scriitori remarcabili, care ne dau permanent lecii de via: Iubim oamenii, de aceea cei mai inteligeni dintre ei spun c noi suntem cei mai buni prieteni ai lor. V mulumim c existai!“ – Marius Marinescu

A szerz? a két nem k?z?tti klasszikus konfliktushelyzeteket vázol fel, majd k?nnyedén kivitelezhet? és hatékony megoldásokat kínál a kezelésükre. Ha megfogadjuk tanácsait, vérbeli "férfiszelídít?ként" nem esik majd nehezünkre, hogy k?lcs?n?s megbecsülésre és szerelemre épül? párkapcsolatban éljünk, olyan intim viszonyban, amelyben kulcsszerepet játszik a humor, és amelyben álmaink férfija szívesen és ?nszántából k?vet bennünket, hogy kapcsolatunk boldog és sikeres legyen.

A bájos, v?r?s hajú Répássy Rebeka szereti a magas sarkú cip?ket, a drágak?veket és a bécsi kávét. Nem szereti viszont a tenger gyüm?lcseit, a tolakodó pasikat és a felt?nést. A sors szeszélye folytán mégis egyik pillanatról a másikra az osztrák tévé képerny?jén találja magát, és a Kísérletkastély cím? valóságshow ígéretes szerepl?jeként egy ország kíséri figyelemmel minden mozdulatát. A tét Rebeka számára százezer euró, a hírnév, és váratlan ráadásként a szívfájdítóan jókép? producer, Marcus szerelme. A Bécsben dolgozó magyar lány igyekszik megállni a helyét a kereskedelmi tévék számára ismeretlen világában, ahol semmi sem az, aminek látszik: az ellenfelek barátnak álcázzák magukat, a segítség kerül? utakon jár, és még az igazi szerelem is álruhába bújik. Vajon ki mozgatja a szálakat a háttérben? Mi a szerepe az eseményekben a titokzatos újságírón?nek, Fr?ulein Lemkének? ?s vajon megtartja-e Rebeka kezdeti elhatározását, miszerint nem hajlandó szerelmeskedni a kamerák el?tt? Aki a rokonszenves Rebekához hasonlóan kedveli az osztrák f?várost, a karácsonyi hangulatot és a bécsi kávét, az kül?n?sen élvezni fogja PALOT?S PETRA izgalmakban és fordulatokban nem sz?k?lk?d? regényét.

Dup? treisprezece ani de la prima apari?ie, m?-ntreb unde-a ajuns oare Drumul furnicilor? Strada pe care plou?-ntotdeauna ?i-o fi luat un new look? Josefina, musca dintre ferestre, cum se adapteaz? la termopane? La baie apa continu? s? curg? zi ?i noapte ca un fluviu particular? Colacul de s?rm? ploioas? s-o fi dezr?sucit de tot, l?s?nd moartea pe dinafar?? Vreun paparazzi o fi ob?inut vreo poz? a p?s?rii din pod pe care nimeni n-a z?rit-o? Nu m?-ntreba?i pe mine, eu n-am f?cut altceva dec?t s? bat la ma?in? litere unele dup? altele. Tot ce ?tiu este c? ?i dup? treisprezece ani norii ?i be?ele de chibrit r?m?n cele mai frumoase lucruri de pe lume. (Constantin Ab?lu??, decembrie 2010)

The girl had been an orphan from childhood, and Rowland Trowbridge had been almost as a father to her. Avice loved him and watched over him as a daughter; at least, that had been the case until lately. A few weeks since, Mr. Trowbridge had succumbed to the rather florid charms of Mrs. Black, his housekeeper, and told Avice he would marry her in a month. Though greatly surprised and not greatly pleased, Avice had accepted the situation and treated the housekeeper with the same pleasant courtesy she had always shown her. The two “got along” as the phrase is, though their natures were not in many ways congenial. Avice remained at the window till she saw at last Leslie Hoyt’s tall form approaching. She ran to open the door herself. “Oh, Judge Hoyt,” she cried, “Uncle hasn’t come yet! There must be something wrong! What can we do” THE MARK OF CAINBY CAROLYN WELLS AUTHOR OF “A CHAIN OF EVIDENCE,” “THE GOLD BAG,” “THE WHITE ALLEY,” ETC.WITH A FRONTISPIECE IN COLOR BY GAYLE HOSKINS

Mihai Eminescu este considerat de cititori ?i de critica literar? mondial? drept cea mai important? voce poetic? din literatura rom?n?. ?Titlul de fata reprezinta cea mai bogata colectie de poezii a poetului Mihai Eminescu. In cele 650 de pagini regasiti titluri celebre precum: Floare albastra * Revedere * Scrisoarea III * Luceafarul * Ce te legeni... * Mai am un singur dor * Sara pe deal

Of all the myths which have come down to us from the East, and of all the creations of Western fancy and belief, the Personality of Evil has had the strongest attraction for the mind of man. The Devil is the greatest enigma that has ever con-fronted the human intelligence. So large a place has Satan taken in our imagination, and we might also say in our heart, that his expulsion therefrom, no matter what philosophy may teach us, must for ever remain an impossibility. As a character in imagi-native literature Lucifer has not his equal in heaven above or on the earth beneath. In contrast to the idea of Good, which is the more exalted in proportion to its freedom from anthropomor-phism, the idea of Evil owes to the presence of this element its chief value as a poetic theme. The discrowned archangel may have been inferior to St. Michael in military tactics, but he cer-tainly is his superior in matters literary. The fair angels—all frankness and goodness—are beyond our comprehension, but the fallen angels, with all their faults and sufferings, are kin to us. There is a legend that the Devil has always had literary aspi-rations. The German theosophist Jacob B?hme relates that when Satan was asked to explain the cause of God’s enmity to him and his consequent downfall, he replied: “I wanted to be an author.” Whether or not the Devil has ever written anything over his own signature, he has certainly helped others compose their greatest works. It is a significant fact that the greatest im-aginations have discerned an attraction in Diabolus. What would the world’s literature be if from it we eliminated Dante’s Divine Comedy, Calderón’s Marvellous Magician, Milton’s Paradise Lost, Goethe’s Faust, Byron’s Cain, Vigny’s Eloa, and Lermon-tov’s Demon? Sorry indeed would have been the plight of litera-ture without a judicious admixture of the Diabolical. Without the Devil there would simply be no literature, because without his intervention there would be no plot, and without a plot the story of the world would lose its interest. Even now, when the belief in the Devil has gone out of fashion, and when the very mention of his name, far from causing men to cross themselves, brings a smile to their faces, Satan has continued to be a puissant personage in the realm of letters. As a matter of fact, Beelzebub has perhaps received his greatest elaboration at the hands of writers who believed in him just as little as Shake-speare did in the ghost of Hamlet’s father.

Nova zbirka poezije ?arka Pai?a otkriva izvanredan autorov poetski svijet u kojem se na najneposredniji i najjasniji na?in spajaju njegova filozofska razmi?ljanja, post-punk poetika i jasna eti?ka komponenta. Poezija ?arka Pai?a ipak prije svega i nadasve progovara o slobodi i ?e?nji za njom, a Pai? u stihovima daje inovativne, sna?ne slike i ?itatelja ostavlja da nad stihovima razmi?lja, da im se vra?a i da ih iznova ?ita i citira.