BornMarieGouze, de Gougeswas a FrenchauthorwhosefeministwritingsduringtheFrenchRevolutiondemandedthesamerightsforFrenchwomenthatFrenchmenweredemanding. In 1791,alarmedthatthenewconstitutiondidnotaddresswoman’ssuffrage,shewroteDeclaration of theRights of WomanandtheFemaleCitizen, challengingthepractice of maleauthorityandthenotion of male-femaleinequality.Whywassheexecuted by guillotineduringtheReign of Terror?More…Discuss
The Murders in the Rue Morgue audiobook Edgar Allan POE (1809 – 1849) http://free-audio-books.info/detectiv… The Murders in the Rue Morgue” is a short story written by Edgar Allan Poe in 1841. Poe referred to it as a “tale of ratiocination” featuring the brilliant deductions of C. Auguste Dupin; it is today regarded as one of the first detective stories and is almost certainly the first locked room mystery. (Summary from Wikipedia)
Genre(s): Detective Fiction Language: English (FULL Audiobook)
55 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Languor is upon your heart and the slumber is still on your eyes. Has not the word come to you that the flower is reigning in splendour among thorns? Wake, oh awaken! Let not the time pass in vain! At the end of the stony path, in the country of virgin solitude my friend is sitting all alone. Deceive him not. Wake, oh awaken! What if the sky pants and trembles with the heat of the midday sun—what if the burning sand spreads its mantle of thirst— Is there no joy in the deep of your heart? At every footfall of yours, will not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of pain?
***Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali (from Collection of Indian Poems)
Beautiful is thy wristlet, decked with stars and cunningly wrought in myriad-coloured jewels. But more beautiful to me thy sword with its curve of lightning like the outspread wings of the divine bird of Vishnu, perfectly poised in the angry red light of the sunset. It quivers like the one last response of life in ecstasy of pain at the final stroke of death; it shines like the pure flame of being burning up earthly sense with one fierce flash. Beautiful is thy wristlet, decked with starry gems; but thy sword, O lord of thunder, is wrought with uttermost beauty, terrible to behold or to think of.
Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali (from Collection of Indian Poems)
They will continue wandering, these things of steel among the stars, and weary men will still go up to brutalize the placid moon. There, they will found their pharmacies.
In this time of the swollen grape, the wine begins to come to life between the sea and the mountain ranges.
In Chile now, cherries are dancing, the dark mysterious girls are singing, and in guitars, water is shining. The sun is touching every door and making wonder of the wheat.
The first wine is pink in colour, is sweet with the sweetness of a child, the second wine is able-bodied, strong like the voice of a sailor, the third wine is a topaz, is a poppy and a fire in one.
My house has both the sea and the earth, my woman has great eyes the colour of wild hazelnut, when night comes down, the sea puts on a dress of white and green, and later the moon in the spindrift foam dreams like a sea-green girl.
Written by literary scholar Samuel Johnson, A Dictionary of the English Language was the first comprehensive English lexicographical work ever undertaken and is among the most influential dictionaries in the history of the English language. Remarkably, Johnson completed the work nearly single-handedly over a period of nine years. Unlike most modern lexicographers, he introduced humor into a number of his more than 42,000 definitions. What are some examples? More…Discuss
The Danger lurking in plain sight, disguised as benevolent face… It holds a book, of broken promises, some secrets to be kept… How more can one deceive, another one with, But selling all there is, and getting bloated at it… The epics of persona selling, is just as old as slave trade, yes, it is…
To like or not to like: That is today’s question: Facebook plays with my feelings of liking and disliking, but you know that, it’s all over the news…the betrayal of trust of confidence, of the most basic relationship…among people: Fairness, not taking advantage of each other, as a tool to make yourself rich (and make another poor) But then you knew there is nothing sincere about facebook, that some made into faithbook: big mistake, big, big mistake)
Hawthorne was one of the great masters of American fiction. His novels and tales are penetrating explorations of moral and spiritual conflicts, and his masterpiece, The Scarlet Letter, is often considered the first American psychological novel. Hawthorne also helped to establish the American short story as a significant art form with his haunting tales of human loneliness, frustration, hypocrisy, eccentricity, and frailty. What future US president did Hawthorne befriend in college? More…Discuss
The wheel, poetic thought by George-B
(The smudge and other poems)
In the quest To define the wheel The scientist gave it the circle The artist gave it any shape The wood cutter cut a section of a tree… And rolled downhill… there came Pythagoras, and he gave the wheel it’s formula
It’s alright, poetic thought by George-B (the smudge and other poems Page)
Before me, before I was, There were two ideas of me, two thoughts In two minds…and it was alright… Then one day they came together in one, New string of DNA, and it was all right… I was then immersed in the ocean bubble, until I grew wings, and it was alright… One day, early morning, I thought I could leave the ocean for the rigors of land crawling, but I did not crawl… not for a while…and it was alright… Then Everything became prosaic, and prose, and the poetry was lost to the mundane passage of time, and nothing could replace that anymore… not ever…and it’s all right…
In Greek mythology, Persephone is the goddess of fertility and, having been taken captive by Hades and made his wife, queen of the underworld. Though Hades eventually allowed her to return to Earth, he first tricked her into eating pomegranate seeds—the food of the dead—thus tethering her to the underworld and making it necessary for her to return to him for several months each year. What changes are said to come over the Earth each time she leaves for or returns from the underworld? More…Discuss
It happen once before, creation, when all there wasn’t turned into being But then it all fell into complacency And we became accustomed to just this – We call being…
Being interrupted, takes one to before creation, when nothing was, yet, everything had an equal chance to become… fifty- fifty chance, either – or neither–nor, it is that simple, being, not being, it’s expected…
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