Gusto, Brio And Panache
Gusto, brio and panache
happy writers have, who dash,
while those lack élan and verve
scribe slower, fearing they may swerve,
which doesn't matter if you've brio,
panache and gusto, happy trio,
but does if you have no élan
or verve, not just an also-ran
but, what's far worse, an also-walker,
and, yet more horror, also-talker.
The ones who stand and wait to serve
because they lack élan and verve
won't slow down writers who are rash
and with their brio, gusto dash,
because panache provides the torrent
that those who're slow may find abhorrent,
for those whose writing style is speedy,
of gusto, brio never needy,
in flights of fancy won't be flustered
when they're panached and, brioed, gusted.
On November 4,1838, Stendhal, born Marie Henri Beyle, sat down at No.8 Rue Caumartin in Paris and gave orders that he was under no circumstances to be disturbed. The manuscript of 'The Charterhouse of Parma' was finished seven weeks later. As Daniel Mendlessohn says, reviewing a new translation by Richard Howard in the Modern Library ('After Waterloo' A new translation of Stendhal's masterpiece about a young soldier in Napoleon's arm, his aunt and her lover, ' The New York Times Book Review, August 29,1999) , though the swiftness of its composition with 'gusto, brio, élan, verve and panache' took a toll in narrative coherence the urgency of its style is masterly. As an example, he quotes: 'Here we shall ask permission to pass, without saying a single word about them, over an interval of three years.'
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poem by Gershon Hepner
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Gusto Blusto
Well you tried so hard
To change the story
It was love but it was nothing new
Just a question of a moments glory
Cos you want to take me for a fool
You told me I was such a fool
First you were kind
Then you were cruel
You taught me how to break the rules
And I said thank you baby
Gusto blusto
If your loving is so good
Gusto blusto
Id do it if I could
Gusto blusto
Id love you if you would
Gusto blusto
Do it! do it! yeah!
Well you think you really had the answer
But I never made a move on you
I dont even get a chance
To get whats coming
Baby that aint all I knew
Gusto blusto
If your loving is so good
Gusto blusto
I wish you understood
Gusto blusto
Id love you if you would
Gusto blusto
Do it! do it! yeah!
I give you good good loving
Sweet memories of you
You gave and taught me nothing new
Thank you baby
Gusto blusto
If your loving is so good
Gusto blusto
I wish I understood
Gusto blusto
I never break the rules
Gusto blusto
Dont you be so cruel
Wanna dance? dont sit there
Do it now
song performed by by Culture Club
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Kon Ako Mahimong Tore
kon ako mahimong tore
gusto ko nga daghang lumot
og mga tanom nga motubo
sa akong mga kilid
gusto ko nga aduna akoy kampana
sa akong kinatumyan
gusto ko nga aduna akoy daghang
mga bintana sama kadaghan
sa akong mga pultahan
ug gusto ko nga mosaka ka
sa kinatas-an aron didto nimo
makita ang kalibotan
gusto ko nga imong bagtingon
ang akong kampana
aron mabati nila
ang akong tingog
aron mangutana sila
kon kinsa na usab
ang ilubong karong adlawa
gusto ko nga mabati nila
ang akong kasubo
gusto ko nga mahanggab nila
ang hangin ug ang tambag
sa usa ka pari nga kitang tanan
mangandam sa atong
kataposang adlaw
apan sayod ka nga
dili ka na mahimo kay
ako usa lamang ka hawanan
ug ang akong hangin
walay gisubay nga agianan
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To some it is Napoleon, to some it is a philosophical struggle, to me it is allegro con brio.
quote by Arturo Toscanini
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Sana
Kapag ginagawa ay gusto
oras ay hindi pansin
hirap ay hindi alintana...
Sana ay gustuhin mo rin
ang pagdamay sa mga nangangailangan
kahit na ba
may bahagi sa kanilang buhay
na hindi mo gusto.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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August 15
The fifteenth of August is august
For, we Indians feel gusto of freedom-
an emotional gust: terrible gusto.
Kings paid once; princes restored, hence
Peace (piece?) for all echoes in halls
Outside roll away chariots
Over the labouring class-corpses;
whom death is peace; dearth is wealth.
Gusto of August is of chicken-fry 'nd Rum
And the chicken-hearted dream of Ram 'nd Rum.
Many cry for a dish of fry
But the dish is with the wry.
Battered Tri-colours shattered
And the Colours in hands severally try
To flutter along the gutter roads.
Rum and Ram make many 'hurrahs'!
In the halls over which Silence shroud.
Silence, aged sixty-four, with pointed guns emerges
Slitting doors of emergency.
No cry, no slogans, bow all, lie all
Along the dead-roads' baton-lies,
That leads to uncouth power
over our hour of failure.
Success of the some is success of the sum;
Sum aspires access to success;
Some aspire access to success.
Ventriloquists, 'nd Sychophants dog that way!
Hum! august August 15! silence, please.
poem by Nasarudheen.P. Param
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~ Eve Niv ~
Keep in
Bosoms’ sleeve
Your Eve Niv.
Eve Niv
Many looks -
Smart Street n’ Hip Hop
Cute n’ Tip Top
Vintage n’ Trendy
Blossoming BrunetteBlondie
Ethnic n’ Debonair
O’ Beaut connoisseur
Come-on to allure
Assure I’ll be your.
Says Eve Niv
Hush why?
Flush stale shy.
Will salve
Yours grieve
It’s Eve Niv.
Eve Niv
Souses positive
Sucks negative.
Loving lulu
Diva div
Your Eve Niv.
Eve Niv
With love leafage
Design her n’ weave.
Eve Niv
By grit n’ dash
Palpate the panache.
Phew n’ quip
Fie qui vive
I Eve Niv.
Me Eve Niv
Heady companion
Blatant bohemian.
View n’ accost
She is zombie
Harbor her freespree.
Blotto beaut
Heaving romance robe
Dipdouse in trove
Of Eve Niv.
Eve Niv
Osculate your dearie
Tipsy toppie toffee
Licklap gusto in
Sloshed smoochsmoothie.
.
Your hottie
Eve Niv
Don’t cleave
In dame Eve Niv
Venturously dare to live.
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Flash
The opportunity's takin' me over
I'm gonna put on a mask
I've got to be outrageous for my fans
I am not gonna waste this moment
Because these moments don't last
So tonight I will shake it and show my ass
Flash
Makes me feel good
Feel like a queen
And it gives me all the panache
That I want
That I need
And it'll all be over in a flash
Roll out the carpet give me some exposure
'Cause soon I'll be the past
But anyway I came here to tell you 'bout my plans
Well
Let's keep this moving while people still notice
'Cause my time's going fast
And when it's over, it's over
'Cause I've got no class
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Flash
Makes me feel good
Make me feel like a queen
And it gives me all the panache
That I want
And baby that I need
And it'll all be over in a flash
Flash
Makes me feel good
Make me feel like a queen
And it gives me all the panache
That I want
And baby that I need
And it'll all be over in a flash
Flash
Makes me feel good
Make me feel like a queen
And it gives me all the panache
That I want
And baby that I need
And it'll all be over in a flash
Flash
Makes me feel good
Make me feel like a queen
And it gives me all the panache
That I want
And baby that I need
And it'll all be over in a flash
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Carla Cravens.Com
Do you wanna trip the light fantastic?
Or dance 'til the early morn?
How 'bout cruisin' the streets of Manhatten?
For it is here that a Design Goddess 'tis born;
Raising her star in New York City-
Carla 'tis Texas born and bred-
She is my very own Soul Daughter...!
With her creativity-to Park Avenue she is led;
Her most divine design 'tis splendiferous-
Her set design-a movie directors dream-
A Fashionista and Interior Maven-
I call her Manhattens reigning Queen;
Her name is Carla Cravens-
She has her hands in most every theme-
Why she is even into creating a movie short-
It is a true story about suicides horrific scene;
You can find her at: Carla Cravens.com...
And for me she will always be the queen of Interior Design-
From set design to magazine cover shoots she excels-
She is a most gifted talent and a gem of a find;
And so in a New York second may i suggest?
That you give this young Goddess a go?
She aims to please in varying decorating degrees-
With much verve and elan-her work just steals the show!
May 10,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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TRECE AÑIO DE AMO (13 years of love)
Nakasanayan ko nang ilapat sa tula,
aking nadarama...
Kadalasan kase di ko masabi,
mga katagang dapat ay sinasabi...
Sa ika-13 taon ng ating pagsasama
Di ko ma plano ang mga dapat sinta...
Gusto kitang masolo,
Yung tayo lang at wala ng iba
Gusto kong magpasalamat
Sa pagmamahal na iyong pinadama,
Pang unawa sa mga pagkakataong
Di ko na kaya...
Sa iyong katapatan, Sa ating pagsasama
Maraming salamat aking sinisinta...
Aking dalangin at sanay laging dinggin...
Tanglaw at liwanag ng Panginoon
Ay patuloy na magningas sa mga puso natin
Maraming salamat...salamat sa mga panahon
Na sa amin ay ginugol...
Lagi mong tatandaan,
Di ka maaalis sa aking puso,
Hanggang sa huling hibla ng buhay ko....
Happy 13 years of Love...
Happy anniversary daddy
poem by Ana Maria Ogena Rosarda
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DawnBreak
I welcome the Dawn with much elan'
And ever hopeful for a day of peace
Sunrise light- ends dark of night
And the Hummingbird arrives upon a breeze
The morning lawn 'tis sprinkled in dew
A glistening sort of reminder of new day
Summertime sunshine glisten's serenitys hope
'Neath an azure blue summer display
A pebbled brook rolls a warm stream
Near by 'neath a weeping willow tree
Oh-the ambience and utter verve
Emits hope for a peace-filled eternity
poem by Theodora Onken
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Pagkalaay
unsang orasa na ba? maoy pangutana sa mga bintana diha sa mga silya nga atong gilingkoran, apan ikaw nga karon pa lamang miabot sa america wala gayod magpapugong sa imong gibati. unsang orasaha na ba? mibalos og pangutana ang mga bungbong diha sa mga bintana nga gusto na nga manirado, apan ikaw nagsugid pa gihapon nga didto sa sulod sa pultahan sa mcdonald's ikaw natulog kay wala ka nay kapuy-an didto sa chicago, ug wala ka na gani kwarta. naghuy-ab ang mga kurtina ug ang mga alugnan diha sa sofa nahikatulog na, apan ikaw sa imong dakong kahiubos sa america, nagpadayon sa tinuod nga panghitabo dihang ikaw nagbantay og mga tigulang nga milabay nimo og baso dihang ikaw nawad-an na sa paglaom. bug-at na kaayo ang akong mga mata. nangahapla na ang akong mga pilok. wala na ako kasabot sa imong mga gisugilon, sa imong lalom kaayo nga kaguol, diin ako maayong pagkahulog sama sa usa ka lalom kaayong dagat. gusto lang nakong matulog, apan ikaw nagsulti nga gusto nang mamatay, moambak sa usa ka tulay nga habog kaayo. wala akoy labot kang bisan kinsa. wala akoy labot kanimo. gusto lang nakong matulog kay ako gikapoy na og pamati sa mga kagul-anan sa ubang tawo nga walay hunong sa pagyawit. gusto nako nga moundang ka na, gusto na nakong magdamgo. palihog, gihangyo ko ikaw, nga atong kutloon ang mga bunga sa kahilom, sungkiton ta ang iyang mga dahon, ug atong ihapnig sa atong katre. palihog lang, mangatulog na kita. ay, kasakit! wala ka ba laayi anang kangitngit?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peter, of the three of us, was our prince. He seemed so timeless. He had such elan and style.
quote by Tom Brokaw
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Elan Vital
élan vital
I want to go where the land
Is boundless, where the wheat
corn and flower cane grow,
where the soft white downy
of cotton amplifies in big
fields, and bed my body and
soul on the waves of cotton
balls, And in natural surrender
my élan vital to feel the
virginal of cosmos descending
for once in age..
copyrightelenatoledo
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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No matter how carefully you plan your goals they will never be more that pipe dreams unless you pursue them with gusto.
quote by W. Clement Stone
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Tribute To SudhaChandran
The molten gold drips from the sun
The silver drops plop from the moon
The yonder sparkles twinkle down
Compiled to make a face...
The gentle breeze of the fragrant flowers
The smelly soil of the monsoon drizzles
The symphony of the harmonic rains
Compounded to make a body-grace...
She is the ripples of the morn
Draped with the rain-bow yarn
Flowy and floody, up and down
The river and its run...
Swiftly bounces and crawls, walks and swirls
Her resilient plies, single foot and a prosthesis
The tenacity of the danseuse
'Losing a foot walking a mile' in praises
An angel is born
Strong and fortitude-hewn
To soar high to enthrone
Gracious willow of her mellowed elan
Sprouting on a prosthesis dances on
Invigorated her verve to ascend the global crown
poem by Indira Renganathan
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To do anything truly worth doing, I must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in with gusto and scramble through as well as I can.
quote by Og Mandino
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I have never savored life with such gusto as I do now.
quote by Candice Bergen
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It is the nobility of their style which will make our writers of 1840 unreadable forty years from now.
Endless Waltz
A gravid somnolence
From a constant defeat
And consistent deaths
That never really ends
Encumbers my gusto
For a waltz and its scherzo
And sit in the benches
Among the shadows
Of desolated nights
The weight of the mortified suit
And its eroding pallor
That I wore to ignite
My mechanical heels for waltz
And now I don for my funeral
In this denied living;
Took its toll
And brought me down
To the very film of my knees
And the bones kissed
The hostile marble
And the clenched fist
And shackled wrists
Toppled and rolled
With the opaque blood
The clout of defeat
From a coarse melee
Of keeping myself
In the chains of a rosary,
In the petals of a sanguinary
Glassine ice lily
In the peril of melody
Of the waltz song
Is brushed by the stroke
Of a stellar light
In the reflection of a lake
I'm too tired
To tell another story
About the pangs of reality
Of my barricading delusions
Of a dance ball
I'm bled out
Of verve,
Of demise.
But one last time
Or maybe not,
Like a chipped claymore
Crying for a war,
I will take the endless waltz
And the caustic impalement
Of another defeat
When the music stops
Favoring my feet
Because in this story
Where I have already died
I was hauled out
By an owl's cry.
poem by Norman Santos
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