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William Gibson, one of science fiction’s most visionary and distinctive voices, maintains that he and his fellow writers don’t possess some mystical ability to peer into the future. “We’re almost always wrong,” said Gibson in a phone interview with Wired. Gibson coined the term cyberspace in his 1982 short story “Burning Chrome” and expanded on the concept in his 1984 debut novel, Neuromancer.

QNY is a collaboration of stories by Guy New York, and photos taken by The Dirty Gentleman. (With invaluable styling assistance from Ms. Dorothy Darker.) The site explores the emotional, intellectual, and often graphic sides of love, sex, and relationships. From dive bars to park benches and underground parties, the blog follows Guy New York and The Dirty Gentleman as they navigate the sexiest city in the world.

Do you remember the Queen's Coronation? The Kennedy assassination? Beatniks and hippies? The Miners' Strike and Greenham Common? The Great Storm and the Ash Cloud? Brought to life using audio performance and archive footage, 60 Years in 60 Poems travels through time to unpack our shared history, celebrating individual moments alongside national events.

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Bem-vindo ao site da Casa das Rosas A Casa das Rosas - Espaço Haroldo de Campos de Poesia e Literatura - é um local de celebração da poesia, da literatura e da arte em geral. Localizada no coração de São Paulo, a Casa serve de cenário para a efervescência da vida cultural, sendo um espaço onde a arte literalmente acontece. Leia mais

Confined Love Some man unworthy to be possessor Of old or new love, himself being false or weak, Thought his pain and shame would be lesser If on womankind he might his anger wreak, And thence a law did grow, One might but one man know; But are other creatures so? Are Sun, Moon, or Stars by law forbidden To smile where they list, or lend away their light? Are birds divorced, or are they chidden If they leave their mate, or lie abroad a-night? Beasts do no jointures lose Though they new lovers choose, But we are made worse than those. Who e'er rigged fair ship to lie in harbours And not to seek new lands, or not to deal withal? Or built fair houses, set trees, and arbors, Only to lock up, or else to let them fall? Good is not good unless A thousand it possess, But dost waste with greediness. John Donne

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You did not come, And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb. Yet less for loss of your dear presence there Than that I thus found lacking in your make That high compassion which can overbear Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum, You did not come. You love not me, And love alone can lend you loyalty; -I know and knew it. But, unto the store Of human deeds divine in all but name, Was it not worth a little hour or more To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be You love not me. A Broken Appointment Thomas Hardy (1840-1928 / Dorchester / England)

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William Blake (1757 - 1827 / London / England)

A Thing of Beauty (Endymion) John Keats (1795-1821 / London / England)

John Keats (1795-1821 / London / England) A Thing Of Beauty

John Donne (1572-1631 / London / England)

Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862 / Boston / United States) Biography Poems Quotations Comments More Info Stats

Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the air, Where bloom the dasied banks and violets, And in whose fenny labyrinth The bittern booms and heron wades; Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers, Bear only purfumes and the scent Of healing herbs to just men's fields! Henry David Thoreau Mist Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862 / Boston / United States)

Los justos Un hombre que cultiva su jardín, como quería Voltaire. El que agradece que en la tierra haya música. El que descubre con placer una etimología. Dos empleados que en un café del Sur juegan un silencioso ajedrez. El ceramista que premedita un color y una forma. El tipógrafo que compone bien esta página, que tal vez no le agrada. Una mujer y un hombre que leen los tercetos finales de cierto canto. El que acaricia a un animal dormido. El que justifica o quiere justificar un mal que le han hecho. El que agradece que en la tierra haya Stevenson. El que prefiere que los otros tengan razón. Esas personas, que se ignoran, están salvando el mundo. Os justos Um homem que cultiva seu jardim, como queria Voltaire. O que agradece que na terra haja música. O que descobre com prazer uma etimologia. Dois empregados que num café do Sur jogam um silencioso xadrez. O ceramista que premedita uma cor e uma forma. O tipógrafo que compõe bem esta página, que talvez não lhe agrade. Uma mulher e um homem que lêem os tercetos finais de certo canto. O que acaricia um animal adormecido. O que justifica ou quer justificar um mal que lhe fizeram. O que agradece que na terra haja Stevenson. O que prefere que os outros tenham razão. Essas pessoas, que se ignoram, estão salvando o mundo.

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