много интересни снимки, винаги намирам интересни фотографии и изображения които показват нещата малко поразлично – малко нетипично без стереотипи – това ми харесва – затова продължавайте да постирате и да споделяте тези интересни неща тук с всички нас – подрави и до скоро
The ten short stories in this collection are definitely masterpieces. Neither too long or too short, the stories suggest whole worlds, entire lives (and deaths) with just the right number of verbal brushstrokes. Never preachy or self-righteous, they are yet infused with a deep, complex spirituality that seems to consist of an eccentric and compelling hybrid of Roman Catholicism’s quiet mysticism and Southern Protestantism’s revivalism and rigor. That said, this is not „chicken soup for the soul“…pretty much every story has a dark edge, and in most of them the author gets you with this impending sense of dread that things are going to go to heck in a hand basket, the only question is how (this makes the book awfully hard to put down, by the way). And she has an incredible talent of capturing the rhythms and characteristic expressions of Southern English without too much Mark Twain twang. In short, this is hands down a classic of American literature.
What did I do on my namesake island? I practiced geography, naming and mapping it, charting its chief natural features, its cities, industries, resources. I did what young liars do: I made it up. I imagined invaders and the means I might use to repel them. I populated the island with large, plump nerdy boys who, astonishingly, shared my odd tastes. I had scintillating and witty conversations with them. Puberty hadn’t arrived in my island days, so I probably didn’t imagine colonies of beautiful black-haired women, but I confess to having done so since. Thoreau had his flute at Walden, but I had my black plastic tonette on Holm’s Holm, so I composed and wrote down whole symphonies—one tune—and labeled them, like my hero Beethoven, with opus numbers: Grand Symphony for Tonette in D Minor by William J. Holm, Opus 12, 1953. I began to assemble my collected poems, though I think I was a little premature in that. I folded, then bound them either with Scotch tape or string. I don’t remember assembling Festschriffs in honor of my upcoming Nobel Prize, but I might have. Isolation breeds grandiosity in human character. If no one can see what you’re at, you may as well be extraordinary. It doesn’t cost any more than Lutheran modesty.
МММ, елегантно … много даже, това ми хрумва, като гледам селекцията 🙂 От сладостта на перверзното :)) си избирам само брюнетките и айде от мен да мине- втората блондинка- има нещо магнитно в очите й и приятно греховно в излъчването й .
Ше ме извиниш, надявам се, но сега съм станала и ще си оставя клипчето за по- късно / подозирам какво ще да е там :)/ , защото иначе ще трябва да се върна в леглото, а имам задачки 🙂
6 responses to “Extraordinary edition 9”
козметика от охлюви
08.07.2012 в 14:09
много интересни снимки, винаги намирам интересни фотографии и изображения които показват нещата малко поразлично – малко нетипично без стереотипи – това ми харесва – затова продължавайте да постирате и да споделяте тези интересни неща тук с всички нас – подрави и до скоро
gold account
07.07.2012 в 12:07
The ten short stories in this collection are definitely masterpieces. Neither too long or too short, the stories suggest whole worlds, entire lives (and deaths) with just the right number of verbal brushstrokes. Never preachy or self-righteous, they are yet infused with a deep, complex spirituality that seems to consist of an eccentric and compelling hybrid of Roman Catholicism’s quiet mysticism and Southern Protestantism’s revivalism and rigor. That said, this is not „chicken soup for the soul“…pretty much every story has a dark edge, and in most of them the author gets you with this impending sense of dread that things are going to go to heck in a hand basket, the only question is how (this makes the book awfully hard to put down, by the way). And she has an incredible talent of capturing the rhythms and characteristic expressions of Southern English without too much Mark Twain twang. In short, this is hands down a classic of American literature.
las artes
28.06.2012 в 20:02
What did I do on my namesake island? I practiced geography, naming and mapping it, charting its chief natural features, its cities, industries, resources. I did what young liars do: I made it up. I imagined invaders and the means I might use to repel them. I populated the island with large, plump nerdy boys who, astonishingly, shared my odd tastes. I had scintillating and witty conversations with them. Puberty hadn’t arrived in my island days, so I probably didn’t imagine colonies of beautiful black-haired women, but I confess to having done so since. Thoreau had his flute at Walden, but I had my black plastic tonette on Holm’s Holm, so I composed and wrote down whole symphonies—one tune—and labeled them, like my hero Beethoven, with opus numbers: Grand Symphony for Tonette in D Minor by William J. Holm, Opus 12, 1953. I began to assemble my collected poems, though I think I was a little premature in that. I folded, then bound them either with Scotch tape or string. I don’t remember assembling Festschriffs in honor of my upcoming Nobel Prize, but I might have. Isolation breeds grandiosity in human character. If no one can see what you’re at, you may as well be extraordinary. It doesn’t cost any more than Lutheran modesty.
alfredpacino
22.06.2012 в 13:45
Ок.
Само не разбрах повторението Инструменти Архив Форуми Абонамент как се появи.
alfredpacino
22.06.2012 в 13:48
Изчезна . Този Гугъл Хром наистина ми създава проблеми.
Omnia
22.06.2012 в 10:54
МММ, елегантно … много даже, това ми хрумва, като гледам селекцията 🙂 От сладостта на перверзното :)) си избирам само брюнетките и айде от мен да мине- втората блондинка- има нещо магнитно в очите й и приятно греховно в излъчването й .
Ше ме извиниш, надявам се, но сега съм станала и ще си оставя клипчето за по- късно / подозирам какво ще да е там :)/ , защото иначе ще трябва да се върна в леглото, а имам задачки 🙂