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cobber 18-Oct-06, 18:24 |
 Favourite proseI would nominate:- The Gettysburg Address-not a wasted word, not a word that could be replaced by a more suitable word and beautiful language. Gospel of St. John, Ch 1 verses 1 to 14. logical arguement beautifully stated. 1st Corintians Ch 13. what it means to be fully human. |
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Emerson |
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cobber 19-Oct-06, 14:17 |
Circles |
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Walden The Gospel of St John has been always the favorite of all the gospels for many ppl, including myself>> |
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dondiego74 19-Oct-06, 19:44 |
Favourite prose "que es la vida..un frenesi? Que es la vida..un afficion? que es la vida un ilusion, una sombra? Y la mayor bien es pequeno que toda la vida es sueno y los suenos suenos son" |
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Steppenwolf Magic Theatre Entrance Not For Everybody Hermann Hesse. |
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The Birth of Tragedy Nietzsche. |
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lamb_burger 29-Oct-06, 20:26 |
ever read pick SImpsom up at his office, and then they would all drive west, all evening, the sun before them dying like the insides of a stone melon, split and watery, halving with blood." -The opening line to Dow Mossman's "The Stones of Summer". For sheer beauty in language, this book is it.. although there are many. Rephrasing: this is a book that takes hold of the astounding possibilities of the English language, much like Tal, amongst other brilliant chess players, did with the chess pieces. Another excerpt, 357 pgs. later:"Ten years had passed. He sat by the sea in Mexico. Some nights Dawes wandered into the cathouses, the naked cafes where they talked and he listened. He heard mellifluous rivers of talk he couldn't even syllabify fall, like perfectly unbroken stones, into the soft hush of a silent river behind him." I found that one by just flipping through the book for a few seconds. If you aren't familiar with this book I would suggest first renting the film:Stone Reader. It is one of the most enjoyable documentaries I have ever seen, and it will make finally reading the book extremely exciting. P.S. How do you prevent the lines from breaking up like this? |
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Truth and Actuality |
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amitanandan 01-Nov-06, 17:02 |
Radha and Krshna RADHA KRISHNA A DIVINE LOVE The relationship of Radha and Krishna is the embodiment of love, passion and devotion. Radha's passion for Krishna symbolizes the soul's intense longing and willingness for the ultimate unification with God. Shri Krishna is the soul of Radha and Radha is definitely the soul of Shri Krishna. She is the undivided form of Shri Krishna. She will remain a mystery unless one can know her inexpressible divine elements. She is worshipper as well as his deity to be worshipped. She being a beloved of Shri Krishna is known as "Radhika". The whole universe material and spiritual is the creation of Shri Radha - Krishna. Shri Radha is the presiding Goddess of Shri Krishna. The Paramatma - supreme Lord - is subservient to her. In her absence Shri Krishna does not exist. |
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The Age of Enlightenment |
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amitanandan 03-Nov-06, 16:32 |
Satendra Nandan |
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amitanandan 05-Nov-06, 01:03 |
Old man and the sea |
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amitanandan 05-Nov-06, 01:19 |
The Tradition of Sati in India byDr Joytsna Kamat |
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The Power of Myth |
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amitanandan 29-Dec-06, 01:34 |
Yuddha Kanda in Prose |
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Dubliners |
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Eugene Onegin |
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ribbleton 31-May-07, 14:45 |
Prose 'piss in the proper place' pronounced a perturbed pedestrian, and presently, this particular part of the planet was plunged into a panorama of public pressure and pleasure through pain. the pandemonium prompted the police, who patrolled the precinct in pandacars, to pull up and peruse the problem, while pickpockets picked pockets in pairs. 'arrest the pest who so pointedly pissed in that public place' pleaded the peeved people, practically palpitating. the powerful police picked up the pest: pronounced him a poof, a pansy, a punk rocker, a pinko, a poodle poker. they picked him up, pummeled his pelvis, punctured his pipes, played ping-pong with his pubic parts, and packed him in a place of penal putrifaction. the period in prison prooved pitiless. the pendulous pressure of a painless personality purge prompted the pest to ponder upon progessive politics... and a workable prognosis. he put pen to paper and provatively and persuasively propogated his personal political premise -- pity: a police provacateur put poison pellets in the pest's porridge. the police provacateur was promoted, and the pest was presented with the pulitzer peace prize... posthumously. |
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Doctor Faustus The Man who sold his soul to Mephostophilis. |
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ribbleton 06-Jun-07, 11:40 |
Song of fairies robbing an orchard Stolen kisses much completer Stolen looks are nice in chapels Stolen, stolen, be your apples |
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ribbleton 22-Jun-07, 06:00 |
Author not remembered playing a game. If I show them I see they are, I shall break the rules and they will punish me. I must play their game, of not seeing I see the game |
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Meditations |
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Of Mice and Men |
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-zoe- 12-May-08, 03:13 |
The Watership Down Im reading this at the moment, downloaded e-book in English, my progress is sooo slow but book is simply great and I will read it probably more than once. I recommend it! |
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Lolita |
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East of Eden |
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Laberintos |
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coopershawk 27-Jan-09, 11:29 |
Meditation XVII by John Donne "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee." For the full piece see: isu.indstate.edu |
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Duino Elegies A collection of ten elegies. Published in 1923. |
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