Tóm Tắt Lí Thuyết Bài Tập Trắc Nghiệm Và Tự Luận Hoá Học 8 tải về miễn phí cuốn sách

Miros Art mirosproject — Could have done so much more with Altair.

Lisa P ailisapapada — The mid '70's. The party after the poetry reading was now in full swing, and Robert Bly, the evening's featured poet, was sitting bolt upright on my friend Bob's couch, still draped in his red and orange serape. As he discoursed on some aspect of American myth, gesturing dramatically as he spoke, his expressive arms--in the light of the table lamps--glided like a hawk's wings at sunset. Just then, my friend Michael, arriving home from the bars--considerably the worse for wear, and oblivious to the context--took one look at Bly and blurted out, "Who the hell do you think you are? Certainly, too much beer had much to do with Michael's inappropriate exclamation, but that doesn't mean his question isn't worth asking. Indeed, I find myself asking it about Robert Bly too, sometimes even when sober. Who is Robert Bly? And who the hell does he think he is? First of all, he is an influential editor and gifted translator who published in his magazine The '50's (later called The '60's and The '70's) superb unrhymed translations, mostly from the Spanish, that glowed darkly with images of a deep surrealism. Second, Bly was a powerful influence on one of America's greatest poets, his friend James Wright, and on American poetry in general. The "deep image school" they pioneered together rescued Wright from poetic stagnation and depression; it is not an exaggeration to say that it might have saved his life. Their work in turn provided a point of departure for new a generation of poets, an influence continues to be felt fifty years later. Third, Bly is a great showman: part actor, part guru, part performance artist. At best, the showmanship enhances the power of his poetry, as he recites "I am Goya" in a very scary voice or reads his "Hockey Poem" while wearing a goalie's mask. At his worst, he seems like a snake oil salesman or a cheerleader or both, spouting truisms as if they were profound truths--as he did in that bible of the "Man's Movement," the best-seller Iron John. Finally, though, we must ask ourselves, "Who is Bly, considered as a poet?" The answer is "a little of all these things." He lacks the astonishing gift for original language that his friend Wright instinctively possessed, and even his best poems often seem like translations from Spanish or Arabic or Sanskrit, poems we are certain must have been even better in the original. Also, Bly has written much (too much), and, when his inspiration inevitably fails him, he compensates with meretricious enthusiasm and rhetoric--the snake-oil ingredients of poetic expression. And yet Bly's best poems, particularly the early ones, seem suffused with the spirit of contemplation, as if they are poised to enlighten the reader like the slap of a zen master's palm or the touch of a guru's peacock feather. Enlightenment is a hit-or-miss affair--sometimes the slap is just a slap, the feather just a feather--but when these poems work as they are supposed to, the result is astonishing. His first two books are his best, and this one--his first--is the more spiritual and private of the two. It is filled--of course--with fields, snow and silence, but also with dead leaves, black trees standing starkly against gray skies, and long highways graced by the welcoming lights of barns. It evokes, better than any book I know, the spare, cruel beauty of winter in the American Midwest, and the sudden, unexpected rushes of joys that this beauty may bring. I'd like to close with three very short poems from this book. Each is an example of an "enlightenment" that works, and each includes a reference to snow: In a Train There has been a light snow. Dark car tracks move in out of the darkness. I stare at the train window marked with soft dust. I have awakened at Missoula Montana utterly happy. "Watering the Horse" How strange to think of giving up all ambition! Suddenly I see with such clear eyes The white flake of snow That has just fallen in the horse's mane! "Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter" It is a cold and snowy night. The main street is deserted. The only things moving are swirls of snow. As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron. There is a privacy I love in this snowy night. Driving around, I will waste more time.

Char Ramírez _har_amirez — While my kids love Arthur and I think that he is nice character for them to relate to, there is nothing particularly special about this book. It reads like a cartoon and doesn't do the character justice.

Mike Johnson _ikey_ — Couldn't get through this read...and I love Vegas! Maybe I couldn't keep up intellectually!

Matteo Di teoking22 — Most outstanding, modern plot you'll ever read. Bold, original and immensely thought-provoking. Keeps you on the edge of your seat. I read it three times and with each time it got better and better. Probably one of the most quotable books there is. I can't stress much on how I adore this book - even more than the movie.

Nadezda Korobkova nadya_ko3bd2 — The 2007 entry into the China Bayles mystery series. It contains the usual mix of herbal lore, recipes, and murder involving Texas lawyer turned herbalist China Bayles and friends. Plot line includes the continuing saga of China's family which has been developing over several novels as a secondary plot issue. In this novel, China's newly discovered half brother appears continuing his investigation into the death of China's and his father 16 years earlier that was ruled an accident, but her half brother, Miles Danforth, believes otherwise and hires China's PI husband, Mike, to investigate the accident. Another enjoyable Texas hill country mystery by Albert.

Laura Crigler _rigs — This book reminded me of why I liked Elizabeth Hoyt. I haven't read her in a while and the last one I read was "eh" . This story perhaps grabbed the readers attention right from the beginning. The characters and dialogue were fun, especially between Lady Perfect and Lord Shameless. I did not read the previous book in the series and did not feel liked I missed anything. I am looking forward to the next in the series.

Josh Greaves greavesjos5a44 — Wow, extremely depressing novel. I wasn't crazy about the first part of it, but I gradually liked more as Leena grew up and the language changed. At times it was very beautiful, but in a sad and dark way. My biggest problem was the fact that it didn't surprise me, especially not in the beginning. Both the themes and the style was something I felt I'd already seen, and therefore the novel sort of bored me at times.