#Marcus Fischer

[mixamorphosis]

Blog post and linked up tracklist [HERE]

Tracklist

01. Oorlab - Dawn Chorus (Self Released) 02. Romain Turzi - Vers Un Nouvel Age (Tigersushi) 03. Snow Palms - Zoetropia (Dronarivm) - proceeds go to War Child 04. Abstract Aprils - Playing Records On Sunday (Self Released) 05. Channelers - Soft Dance (Inner Islands) 06. Luke Howard & Nadje Noordhuis - Ten Sails (Self Released) 07. Marcus Fischer - Lighting The Shadows (Self Released) 08. Ai - Amberica (Hauch) 09. Good Weather For An Airstrike - Every Day's New (Self Released) 10. Penelope Trappes - Carry Me (Houndstooth) 11. Chris Spheeris & Paul Voudouris - Mosaic (Emotional Rescue) 12. Soundstory - Rainstorm (Self Released) 13. The Green Kingdom - Frost Cracks (Dronarivm) - proceeds go to War Child 14. Umber - Harvest (Sound In Silence) 15. Roberto Aglieri - Sogno Di Mezzogiono (Archeo Recordings) 16. Briq A Braque - Pax Vobiscum (Hawkmoon Records) - All proceeds go to Young Dementia UK 17. Antonymes - Lost In Waves Of Light (Antonymes Edit) (Fluid Audio)

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#mixamorphosis #dj mix #soundcloud #music #ambient #downtempo #electronica #field recordings #Oorlab #Romain Turzi #Snow Palms #Abstract Aprils #Chennelers #Luke Howard #Nadje Noordhuis #Marcus Fischer #Ai #Good Weather For An Airstrike #Penelope Trappes #Chris Spheeris #Paul Voudouris #Soundstory #The Green Kingdom #Umber #Roberto Agileri #Briq A Braque #Antonymes #Young Dementia UK #War Child #SoundCloud

[nmtkmrnke]

#simon scott #marcus fischer #Youtube

[postambientlux]

• taylor deupree + marcus fischer • februarys • bit.ly/tDmF-fYs

#taylor deupree #marcus fischer #bandcamp #ambient #music #2022

[agaetis]

Wake - Taylor Deupree & Marcus Fischer

#taylor deupree #marcus fischer

[milkweedman]

Plying the ball from earlier. My wheel is sorta the only thing I can ply it on, but I also can't treadle it without way too much pain. I was trying to spin the wheel by hand but oh my god, it wasn't working at all. Partly bc the way this wheel was designed, it can't actually use the smallest whorl at correct tension. (You also can't use all 3 lazy Kates, as one is too close to the wheel 🙄) anyway, I replaced it with just worsted weight cotton yarn, and what do you know ! It not only works but spin easily and much faster than it used to with the elastic band it came with.

It sounds different now, but I don't mind, as I can at least use it for plying when my arm's not fucked.

A close up of what it's looking like.

#spinning #handspun yarn #spinning wheel #cat #(behind wheel looking into the fire <3) #i dont think i could actually spin on this tho. unless i figured out a way to do long draw without instantly dislocating my shoulder #but i can spin on supported spindles so this is alright #disability #music is februarys by taylor deupree and marcus fischer #very pretty

[humanvanillabean]

Guys I’m at the end of season 6 of the mentalist and it’s so cute how Abbott and Fisher are like “Yall are in love?? No?? Lies!” And Abbott is trying his damnedest to get Jane to just admit that he loves her cause Jane would rather die then have Lisbon stay out of pity, would rather lose her to Pike than lose her out of resentment and I’m just 😭😭😭😭

#boop #patrick jane #teresa lisbon #kate fischer #dennis abbott #marcus pike #the mentalist #they’re so oblivious

[cbjustmusic]

Marcus Miller and Ms Lisa Fischer performing “Superstar”.

Previously posted Bonnie Bramlett’s performance of this song. ________________________ Superstar Songwriters: Leon Russell and Bonnie Bramlett

Long ago and oh so far away I fell in love with you before the second show Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear But you're not really here It's just the radio

[Chorus:] Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby You said you'd be coming back this way again baby Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby, I love you I really do

Loneliness is such a sad affair And I can hardly wait to be with you again

What to say to make you come again Come back to me again And play your sad guitar

#marcus miller #lisa fischer #bonnie bramlett #leon russell

[twstschemer]

What dorm would your OCs be if not your assigned ones?

Peter - Heartslabyul > Pomefiore Marcus - Heartslabyul > Scarabia Christopher - Savanaclaw > Octavinelle Terry - Savanaclaw > Scarabia Thistle - Octavinelle > Savanaclaw Ruby - Octavinelle > Pomefiore Zayn - Scarabia > Heartslabyul Ray - Pomefiore > Heartslabyul Ailani - Ignihyde > Diasomnia Makoa - Ignihyde > Octavinelle Cerise - Diasomnia > Pomefiore

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #oc: peter hare #oc: marcus hare #oc: christopher hook #oc: terry wolfe #oc: thistle star #oc: ruby quartz #oc: zayn al meraz #oc: ray fischer #oc: ailani kalili #oc: makoa kahale #oc: cerise moonshine

[genevieveetguy]

Mean Girls, Samantha Jayne and Arturo Perez Jr. (2024)

#Samantha Jayne #Arturo Perez Jr. #Tina Fey #Angourie Rice #Reneé Rapp #Auli'i Cravalho #Jaquel Spivey #Avantika #Bebe Wood #Christopher Briney #Jenna Fischer #Busy Philipps #Tim Meadows #Jon Hamm #Ashley Park #Connor Ratliff #Mahi Alam #Bill Kirstein #Jeff Richmond #Andrew Marcus #2024 #woman director

[hoerbahnblog]

Rezensionen: "The Propaganda War in the Rhineland" Bericht von Peter Collar – rausgefischt & vorgestellt von Markus Weible und Gabi Leucht

Rezensionen: “The Propaganda War in the Rhineland” Bericht von Peter Collar – rausgefischt & vorgestellt von Markus Weible und Gabi Leucht

https://literaturradiohoerbahn.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/SF-more-Peter-Collar-The-Propaganda-War-upload.mp3 (Hördauer ca. 14 Minuten) Rezensionen: “The Propaganda War in the Rhineland” Bericht von Peter Collar – rausgefischt & vorgestellt von Markus Weible und Gabi Leucht “Rausgefischt & Vorgestellt”. Zu den wenigen Vorzügen von Corona gehört, dass man endlich Zeit findet seine heimische…

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#Gabriele Leucht #Marcus Weible #Peter Collar #Rausgefischt &amp; Vorgestellt #Rezensionen #S. FISCHER #The Propaganda War in the Rhineland

[dalekofchaos]

Life Is Strange 2 Fancast

LIS fancast

LIS BTS fancast

LIS TC Fancast

Michael Cimino as Sean Diaz

Santiago Segura as Older Sean Diaz

Davi Martins as Daniel Diaz

Hunter Payton Mendoza as Teen Daniel(Parted Ways, Lone Wolf and Blood Brother endings)

Jeff Wahlberg as Adult Daniel Diaz(Redemption ending)

Manny Montana as Esteban Diaz

Elizabeth Yu as Lyla Park

Awkwafina as older Lyla Park

Jeremy Shada as Brett Foster

Graham McTavish as Hank Stamper

Jonah Hill as Brody Holloway

Alley Mills as Claire Reynolds

Alan Dale as Stephen Reynolds

Dean Woodward as Chris Eriksen

Finn Jones as Charles Eriksen

Natalia Dyer as Cassidy/Lucy Rose Jones

Joseph Quinn as Finn McNamara

Devery Jacobs as Hannah Reyome

Alton Mason as Dean Mickael Baptist

Gabriel LaBelle as Jacob Hackerman

Ellie Duckles as Ingrid

Mike Vogel as Anders

Rob Morgan as Merrill

Chris Sullivan as Big Joe

Katherine Heigl as Karen Reynolds

Everleigh Primrose as Sarah Lee Hackerman

Eiza González as Agent Maria Elena Flores

Lance Gross as Joey Peterson

John Goodman as Anton Oates

Rooney Mara as Lisbeth Fischer

Because of tumblr’s new layout with the 30 picture limit, I cannot add more pictures, so here’s the rest.

Brendan Fehr as Nicholas Durand

David Harbour as David Madsen

Ben Affleck as Arthur Peterson

Stanley Tucci as Stanley Petersen

Laura Dern as Joan Marcus

#Life Is Strange #Fancasts #Life Is Strange 2 #Daniel Diaz #Sean Diaz #Esteban Diaz #Lyla Park #Finn McNamara #Cassidy Jones #Jacob Hackerman #Chis Eriksen #Brody Holloway #Claire Reynolds #Stephen Reynolds #Charles Eriksen #Lucy Rose Jones #McDiaz #Fean #Sassidy #Sean x Cassidy #Sean x Finn #Parkaz #Sean x Lyla #Sarah Lee Hackerman

[blurrymango]

Did what will (hopefully) be the lineart for the faces in that bigass "weapons" wip that I've had. Being that of all the characters in my book that have weapons/ fight.

I'm gonna show them. :3 And give necessary weapon info.

Tobias Mattock-

Bombs.

Crumpula Frenzit-

Scythe.

Charlie Creed-

Knife.

Blitz Creed-

Battleaxe.

Rin Thomas-

Scythe.

Conney Enle-

Shadows.

Natalie Berren-

Fire.

Ty Creed-

Staff.

Maria Costello-

Guns.

Apollo Chasm-

Cutlass.

Artimes Chasm-

Longsword.

Benny Lafitte-

Shovel.

Charlotte Cooke-

Ice.

Lola Viper-

Bow and arrow.

Sydel Bonza-

Machete.

Nova Bellarose-

Syringes.

Amber Floran-

Baseball bat.

Marcus Fischer-

Chainsaw.

Alyx Mochi-

Brass knuckles.

Techno-

Pure electric blasts.

Jinx Thomas-

Pistols.

#mango man speaks #oc shit #might reblog with the sketches of their weapons. well. the ones that have like. unique designs lol.

[rrickgrrimes8]

Request Guideline (2023 Edition)

if you haven’t read my last post (i’ll link it here if you want to read) i’ve decided to revamp my page a little. i’m getting back into writing so i thought i should make another request guideline that better aligns with me and what i want to write and who i want to write for. so enjoy ;)

please make requests here. if there’s any problem with the link let me know! (the link doesn’t work at the moment i’ll add it as soon as i get my laptop back — click the link in my bio or on my masterlist in the mean time :) )

Guidelines:

When requesting please give me the character/celebrity, the show or movie they are from, a description of what you want, whether it will be fluff, angst, smut etc and if you want to be tagged. 

i may not always do smut, especially if it’s not something i’m comfortable with. this is not always the case however but if it is then i’ll let u know if i cannot complete the request.

Please specify if you would like it to be a female, gender neutral or male reader. Just as i explained in my previous post i do not write malexmale smut as it is nothing something i have any experience with - sorry. I will do threesomes (or more) where at least one woman is present :) 

I wont write an imagine about a gay character being straight. 

I am willing to write imagines about darker topics. Such as depression, suicide, eating disorders, etc. I will not however write in detail about rape but i am okay with it being mentioned/ hinted.

My intention is not to glorify or romantise any of these thing, especially since some of them are things i have gone through myself. In the past i haven’t always been sensitive or appropriate with the way i’ve handled them and i’m incredibly sorry if i’ve ever offended anyone or triggered them - this was never my intention. I have taken down some of the work i no longer feel comfortable being public for this reason so please do let me know if something i write bothers you and i’ll take it down.

I also dont like writing imagines where the character/celebrity is a kidnapper or murderer sorry. I also wont do incest relationships.

I dont do ships. I do reader imagines or if youd like to add a name to your request then ill more than happily do it like that.

I will do imagines on plus sizes readers. I will do imagines for family imagines as well and platonic ones too - please assure this is clear within the request. 

When you request something dont expect it to be up straightaway but i will try my hardest to be as quick as possible. I know with my track record that’s not saying much but i really do intend to be better and i’ll try and be more transparent about where i’m at with requests.

In the future there may be some changes to this list based on what i am interested in at the current time. Also if a character you want to request for isnt on the list but the actor is feel free to ask if i’ll do it for that character :)

I dont consent to anyone using my work without permission and if you see anyone doing that please let me know :)

If you dont like my work then feel free to block/ ignore it but please do not sned hate (i’m too soft for that shit) I will take criticism and welcome corrections if necessary. If you like it please like the post and if possible reblog it. Thank you!!

The Last Of Us:

Joel Miller — this can be both romantic and platonic

Ellie Williams (aged up)

Tommy Miller

Tess Servopoulos

Henry Burrell

Sarah Miller (aged up)

The Walking Dead:

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Michonne

Glenn Rhee

Maggie

Carl Grimes

Negan

Doctor Who:

Tenth Doctor

Eleventh Doctor

Martha Jones

Rose Tyler

Clara Oswald

Rory Williams

Donna Noble

Ninth Doctor

Amy Pond

Pedro Pascal & Co:

Joel Miller

Frankie Morales

Javier Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Marcus Moreno

Dieter Bravo

Cillian Murphy & Co:

Tommy Shelby

Patricia Kitten Braden

Jonathan Crane

Fischer

Capa (Sunshine)

Jim (28 days later)

Neil (Watching the Detectives)

Spiderman (Homecoming-):

Peter Parker

MJ

Liz Allan

Ned

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski

Lydia Martin

Scott Mcall

Kira Yukimura

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Max Mayfield (aged up)

Eddie Munson

Lucas Sinclair (aged up)

Please bear in mind that if a character isn’t on here that you can still just ask me if i do them :) You can also check out my previous request guidelines for the character list of who i write for because i may still write for some of them :))

*NONE OF THESE GIFS ARE MINE. CREDITS TO THE OWNERS*

#the walking dead #the last of us #joel miller imagine #ellie williams imagine #doctor who imagine #spiderman imagine #cillian murphy imagine #pedro pascal imagine #javier peña imagine #rick grimes x reader #teen wolf imagine #stranger things imagines

[askthesupernaturalwvba]

Do how old is everyone here?

We can answer that pretty easy! The setting of this point in the AU is early September, 2020 (with no... unfortunate happenstances happening; the world hasn't gone to shit yet, and it won't in the ways that happened in the real world). With that being said, the AU technically starts in late 2017, and we'll get to some of the plot in flashbacks, so just take everyone's canon ages and add three! For instance, Mac at the time of this blog is 20, Disco Kid is 23, Von Kaiser is 45, etc.

But if you really wanna be 100% accurate, you better keep this hush-hush. You didn't hear this from me.

Little Mac (Mackenzie Mancuso): 20 (December 15th, 1999) Doc Louis (Jerome Louis): 46 (July 9th, 1974) Carmen Isabela Merlo Campana: 221 (March 8th, 1799) Glass Joe (Julien Mercier): 418 (October 30th, 1599) Von Kaiser (Stefan von Fischer): 107 (January 19th, 1913) Disco Kid (Marcus Corey): 23 (born April 10th, 1997) King Hippo (Arumogo Aroi): ??? (centuries old, maybe June [18th]) Piston Hondo (Nakamura Tadashi): 31 (November 1st, 1264) Bear Hugger (Shawn Patrick Ruddock): 35 (February 3rd, 1985) Great Tiger (Sandhi Mandal): 32 (September 29th, 1988) Don Flamenco (Rafael Emilio Ordóñez): 228 (April 16th, 1792) Declan Clover (Aran Ryan): ??? (centuries old in human years, 26 in feywild years, definitely April 7th) Soda Popinski (Mikhail Ivanovich Korobov): 139 (May 19th, 1881) Bald Bull (Erhan Tiryaki): 39 (September 13th, 1984) Super Macho Man (Randy Laurent): "30" (35 - May 21st, 1985) Mr. Sandman (Clay Gabriel Esther): 34 (August 8th, 1986)

#askthesupernaturalwvba #punch out!! the supernatural royale #punch out!! #punch out #punch out wii #cicicookie12 #answered asks #out of character #mod emmett posts

[oswanily]

SIMMONTH RECAP TIME!!! I don’t know why but I’m excited for this one!

Here are all the kids we’ve had:

74: Norma Sane - with Conrad Usui

75: Leonce Sane - with Conrad Usui 

N/A: Carrie Cecelia Sane - with Fischer Norton

76 Coleen Sane - with Fischer Norton 

77: Yaelle Sane - with Fischer Norton

78: Senzo Sane - with Jonas Fulton

79: Leslie Sane - with Jonas Fulton 

80: Marcus Sane - with Ethan Ray

81: Elsa Sane - with Ethan Ray 

82: Iris Sane - with Enzo Amato

Nine kids! That’s a good number!

As for the grandkids, we don’t have that many: Violet by Delfina (who is an alien), Elston by Simeon, Pastel by Norma, Matthew by Juniper, Emilia and Aurelia by Beatriz, Isis by Flavio, and Fyre by Nemesia.

#100 baby challenge #simblr #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #100BC #Nily100 #Nily100 gen3 #Simmonth recap #GK: Violet #GK: Elston #GK: Pastel #GK: Matthew #GK: Emilia #GK: Aurelia #GK: Isis #GK: Fyre

[ratherhavetheblues]

CLAIRE DENIS’S “Both Sides of the Blade”: ‘You’re going on junk….”

by James Clark 2022

The films of Claire Denis have a  penchant for disaster. Understanding her way must not be a quick take. Reaching her range involves much sophistication. In fact, we must involve the novel, Remembrance of Things Past, by novelist, Marcel Proust.

   Here I want to open the enigma with a wealth of the shock of Surrealism.

The enigma, however, involves Surrealism being old hat. That doesn’t  sound like Denis. (In the Ingmar Bergman film, Thirst [1949], there were many stunning visual presentations, by way of the cameraman, Gunner Fischer.) Why, though, this matter now, after all these years. Of course Denis must have very good reasons for us to ponder. We’ll begin with a primer, and see what can develop. Surrealist thinking was, and still does, have a hope. A small hope. We begin, however, the hope of the new. The new, but normal. Looking to the normal, in any way, could give one a horrible time.

However, we have marvelous resources in the form of novelist Marcel Proust (1871-1922). Denis engaging Proust? Yes. Watch and be thrilled! One of the protagonists of Denis’s film is a former lover (of the main actress, Sara). His name is  Francois. He gets around. Another mover, is the busy and wise servant of the protagonist to Proust, namely Francoise.

Sara and Jean are not of the same era. Sara is about twenty years younger than him. But they adhere to helping new immigrants to France. Rather peculiar, Denis opens with a tropical fling. They alone tread the wonders, and Jean  embraces her as if he were in a Hollywood flick. One with much business caressing her. “Twisting,” being in several moments in difficult films. After that, there is darkness in a subway, which turns to a station that does not allow places to step. The rooftops of Paris! Fog along the river. Fog everywhere! Mail under the door. Digging for what. (Proust was seldom a traveller. He seldom left his bedroom. His family riches allowed concentration.) Sara owned the flat. Her taste in features was incisive. Her taste in men was something else. (All these considerations require thought. Denis delivers.) Tickling, kissing, her long graceful hands and fingers. Long needs. In shadow, a sort of monster. Then on the phone. “Yes, Mom, it’s me. Yeah, it was great… Give her a kiss… Sara sends her love. We relaxed, it was nice, we took it easy…” (Taking it easy may not be the best choice.)

   This pair are humanitarians. Humanitarians mean well. In this family it goes badly. Years ago, a woman in Paris, Nelly, took an abandoned baby to love and give him years of love. The baby, Marcus, a black, is now an adolescent, and if he ever loved the lady, he certainly doesn’t know. A saga of engineering. In fact, it was Jean who had placed the boy; but (“we took it easy”) was his method. (“I just want to know where Marcus is heading.) “Here’s where It’s going…  “What do you want for lunch?” “I’m not hungry.”  “You’re going on junk. You’re not serious.” “I’m in a rush, Grandma.” “Don’t forget your mask!” (Were she a little bit savvy, she’d know about drugs.) At a well known friendly grocery, she hopes to understand a problem. (On the way to this transaction, she tells herself, “I’m too old to be a real grandmother. I can’t, anymore.”) “I got my bank statement [two old  hands]. And look!” “You’re overdrawn. There were several receipts with withdrawals.” “What could have happened? I don’t know…” “So  yeah, it’s unusual…” (Cut to the worker’s blue glove… a Visa card.) “Did anyone borrow your card, Mrs. Charles? Do you have it on you?”  “Yes, here.” “You see? Did you give the Pin to anyone?”  “Of course…” (Cut to, “Mister I’m in a rush.” Then a jungle. And then, “Dad , are you there? Call me back…”)

More outrages. Back to the sweet helper. Jean was in prison, and couldn’t raise a son. It’s not your fault. He did something stupid and it backfired. But he survived. Now his son is screwing up, a little. (A little!) But it’s no big deal. (No big deal?) Nelly tells her, “I can’t manage Marcus anymore. He needs someone strong. (He needs a strong  cell.) Someone to admire. You don’t admire your grandmother, and work around the house. He loves you, he mentions you every time.” (Nelly: “Does his mother ever call? But Marcus has to go to Martiqui, to see his mother. It’s important.”)

Jean presumes to straighten out Marcus. Marcus tells Jean that he wants to go into retail. The idea-man tells the boy about the hazards of retail. Along the way, he insists that Blacks and Arabs can never get employment, because they are unable to think independently. Thinking for oneself is a great skill. Jean has no doubt  that choosing retail is a sentence for cleaning toilets. “Take time to think, to grow…” Marcus has his own ways. His kind of effectiveness infuriates the big talker. “So, in fact, nothing mattered.Coming here, serves no purpose.” (The boy’s sense of enterprise involves stealing goods. Many inventions look to a bright solution. Their directions are  hopeless.) While Jean wastes his time, he does pose, for our perspective, a flow of possibilities. “Being smart is where you have two paths.” (In fact, there is a third to play. Dialectic.) The kid is happy with his allowance. The smart guy says, “If you need anything, ask?”

   Another no-show. Jean and Sara, in bed. (Francois, her former lover, wanted to know if I was still with you.) Jean: “You never told him?” Sara: “Well, now he knows. Sara is not comfortable with this flow. Jean: “I don’t work with people who clam up. No way!” Sara: “Was he surprised we’re still together? He couldn’t have imagined  we could be a couple!” (Many moves, many crashes.) Jean: “I don’t give a fuck what Francois thinks.” (She cries. ) Sara, in deep shadows: “My love, my love…” (He tries to penetrate.) Both sides of the blade. More crying. Then both of them on their backs. Like a morgue. They hold hands. He looks at her, in suspicion… The two sets of hands. Inert. Then Sara, amidst white sheets.

It’s morning. Francois has some appeal. She finds Francois amidst Jean’s new scheme. “You work with Francois, so I’ll see Francois.” The magic has disappeared. “I’ll ask him to dinner one day. So, you can see him. You’re beautiful… Crazy how pretty you are.” Desperate. The end game. A woman’s thigh; and  two fingers, with two missing. Francois eating candy. “I’ll leave my number.” Francois: “You’re as pretty as ever.” Sara in the bathroom mirror. She murmurs to herself. A long way from the zenith.

The flat is her’s; and she wants him to get lost. Sara tells Jean, “You’re unbearable… I don’t want to see you anymore. Leave. please.” He babbles about some documents… “I never sent a text… I’m not afraid…” Glad to hear it. Now get out. What texts… I saw them! It’s not true. There’s no use lying, really. Get out. What texts? What did they say? I want to see what they said. They said, “I love you, I love you.  I think about you… I love your smile. (She bushes him.) I love your scent.” (He screams as he marches around.)” No one can tear us apart.” (She says nothing.)” It’s all  on me? I don’t give a fuck about him (Francois). Move or I’ll you.” He screams…” I can’t stand it anymore! What did I do to deserve this? Why is this happening to me? I can’t stand it! Want to drive me crazy? You want to be able to! You know why? Because it’s over! Let me go! Stop it!” She was crying. “You  think I was ever free in my life? I don’t give a fuck… Listen to me! Do I have to go to prison for this? I was never free, never in my whole life! I toe the line. Obey, obey. obey… Sara racing around the flat… I don’t give a fuck. Figure it out… I can’t bear this anymore! I’m going to Francois’ place. Let me explain.” There’s nothing to explain. You don’t  understand. Go on, call him! …Don’t give a fuck, about him.” He doesn’t give a fuck, either. (The missing need.) More screaming from the civilization experts…” I’ll destroy everything. I’ll wreck it all. There’s a gun, it’s loaded too. Think you’re going back to prison to make you happy?” Sara: “Call me! Call me back!” This Francois is not virtuous. In the second  part of our essay, treating the miraculous, Marcel Proust, there is a Francois to love.

   (Sara in the bathtub and her phone.) Jean: “The other day, when you said you loved Francois, it hurt. Physically. Now it’s over. I’ll let you live. I want you to know that I’m capable of living without the person I love.” (Forms of need.)

He leaves with a lot of things. She leaves with nothing. It takes a while to understand for Sara what nothing has become. Everything erased from her property. Starting  again. Think of it! Think of the height. (Of course, she could have engaged recent colleagues. But the workload, here, would be very arduous.) Think of the heart of Marcel Proust.

“We are not provided with wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can take for us, an effort which no one can spare for us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come, which we come at last to regard the world. The lives that you admire, attitudes that seem noble to you are not the result of training at home, by a father, or by masters at school, they have sprung from beginnings of a very different  order, by reaction from the influence of everything evil or commonplace that prevailed around them. They represent a struggle and a victory. I can see the picture of what we once were, in early youth, may not be recognizable and cannot, certainly, be pleasing to contemplate in later life. But we must not deny the truth of it, for it is evidence that we have really lived, that is accordance with the laws of life and of the mind that we have, from the common elements of life and of mind that we have, from the common elements of the studios, of artistic groups—assuming common that one is a painter—extracted something that goes beyond them.” This being a sidebar (from the saga of the writer’s novel for presenting the wit of France). We’ll touch upon several moments, in hopes of finding the right fit. There is, no doubt, a right fit. The wisdom of France is a fine place to work. Our first chapter does not represent the wisdom of France.

Because the dream world is not the waking world, it does not follow that the waking world is less genuine, far from it. In the world of sleep, our perceptions are so overcharged , each of them increased by a counterpart which doubles its bulk and blinds its bulk and blinds it to no purpose, that we are not able even to distinguish what is happening in the bewilderment of awakening; as it was Francoise that had come to me, or I that, tired of waiting, went to her? Silence at that moment was the only way not to reveal anything, as at the moment when we are brought before a magistrate cognizant of all charges against us, when we have not been  informed  ourselves.

  Meanwhile there was one person who never took her’s [eyes] from what could be made out of my grandmother’s altered features, at which her daughter dared not look, a person who fastened on them a gaze wondering, indiscreet and of evil omen: this was Francoise. Not that she was not sincerely attached to my grandmother (indeed she had  been disappointed and almost scandalized by the coldness shewn by Mamma, whom she would have licked to see fling herself weeping  into her mother’s arms, but she had a certain a tendency always to look at the worse side of things, she had retained from her childhood two peculiarities which would seem to be the mutually exclusive, but combined, strengthened one another: the want of restraint coming among people of humble origin who make no attempt to conceal the impression, in other words, the painful alarm, aroused in them by the sight of a physical change which it would be in better taste to appeal to notice, and the unfeeling coarseness of the peasant who begins by tearing the wings of a dragon-fly until she is allowed to conceal the interest that she feels in the sight of suffering flesh…

Francoise was of infinite value to us owing to her faculty of doing without sleep, of performing the most arduous tasks. And if , when she had gone to bed after several nights spent in the sick-room, we were obliged to call her a quarter of an hour after she had fallen asleep, she was so happy to be able to do the most tiring duties as if they had been the simplest things in the world that, so far from looking cross, her face would light up with a satisfaction tinged with modesty.

Often the sun would disappear behind a cloud, which impinged on its roundness, but whose edge the sun gilded in return. The brightness, though not the light of day, would then be shut off from a landscape in which all  life appeared to be suspended, while the little village of Roussainville carved in relief upon the sky the white mass of gables, with a startling precision of detail. A gust of wind blew from its perch, a rook, which floated away and settled in the distance, while beneath a paling sky the woods on the horizon assumed a deeper tone of blue, as though they were painted in one of those cameos which you still find decorating the walls of old houses.

But on other days the rain would begin to fall, of which we had had due warning from the little barometer-figure which the spectacle-making hung out in his doorway. Its drops, like migrating birds which fly off in a  body at a given moment,  would come down out of the sky in a close marching order. They would never drift apart, would never make movement at random in their rapid course, but each one, keeping in its place, would draw after it the drop which was following, and the sky would be as greatly darkened as by the swallows flying south. We could take refuge among the trees. And when it seemed that their flight was accomplished, a few last drops. feebler and slower than the rest, would still come done. But we would emerge from  our shelter, for the rain was playing a game, now, among the branches, and even it was almost dry underfoot, a stray drop or two. lingering in the hollow of a leaf, would run down and hang glistening from the point of  it until suddenly it splashed plump upon our upturned faces from the whole height of the tree.

The new sanitarium to which I retired at that time did not cure me any more than had the first and a long time elapsed before I left it. During the railway journey back to Paris, I fell to thinking of my lack of literary talent which I had early suspected along the Guermantes way, and had recognized with still more sadness on my daily walks with Gilberte at Tansonville before going home to dinner very late in the night, and which, the evening before leaving that country estate, while reading some pages from the journal of the Goncourt brothers, I had very largely attributed to the vanity and falseness of literature. This idea, less painful perhaps but still more dispiriting if I explained it, not by a deficiency  peculiar to me personally, but as due to the non-existence of the ideal in which I had formerly believed, had not recurred to me for a long time past, but now it struck me anew and with more crushing force than before. I recall that it was while the train had halted out in the open country. The declining sun shone halfway down the trunks of the trees that lined the railway track. “Trees,” thought to myself, “you have nothing more to say to me; my deadened heart no longer hears you. Behold me in the midst of nature’s beauty and yet it is with indifference  and ennui that my eyes take note of the line that separates the sun-bathed foliage from the shadowed trunk. If there was once a time when I was able to believe myself as a poet, I know  that I am not. In the new chapter of my life which is opening before me, perhaps amenable to believing myself a poet to appear…And yet, even as I offered myself… I knew that I was merely of no value.

Another twist: theoreticians. “No more literature! Give us life!” “The idea of a popular art, like that of patriotic art, seems to me ridiculous, even if it had not been dangerous.” “From the changes which had occurred in society I could readily extract some important truths, suitable to give cohesiveness to part of my book, because they were in no way peculiar to our time, as I might at first have been tempted to believe.”

… “And just as certain creatures are the last surviving testimony to a form of life which nature has discarded, I asked myself if music were not the unique example of what might have been—if there had not come the invention of language, the formation of words, the analysis of ideas—the means of communication between one spirit  and another. It is like a possibility which has ended in nothing; humanity has developed along other lines, those of spoken and written language. But this return to the unanalyzed was so inebriating, that on emerging from that paradie, contact with people who were more or less intelligent seemed to me of an extraordinary significance. People—I had been able during the music to remember them, to blend them with it; or rather I blended with the music little more than the memory of one person only, which was Albertine [the protagonist’s poisonous lover]. And the phrase that ended the andante seemed to me so sublime that I said to myself that it was a pity that Albertine did not know it, and, had she known it, would not have understood what what an honour it was to be blended with anything so great as this phrase which brought us together, and the pathetic voice of which she seemed to have borrowed. But, once the music was interrupted, the people who were present seemed utterly lifeless… Meanwhile, the septet had begun again and was moving towards its close; again and again one phrase or another from the sonata recurred, but always changed, its rhythm and harmony different, the same and yet something else, as things recur in life; and they were phrases of the sort which without our being able to understand what affinity assigns to them as their sole and necessity home the past life of certain composer, are to be found only in his work, and appear constantly in it, where are fairies. the dryads, the household gods; I had at the start distinguished in the septet two or three which reminded me of the sonata. Presently—bathed in the violet mist which rose particular in Vinteuil’s later workers, so much so that even when he introduced a dance measure, it remained captive in the heart  of an opal—I caught the sound of another phrase from the sonata, still hovering so remote that I barely recognized it; hesitating, as it approached, vanished as though in alarm, then returned, hands joined hands with others, come, as Iearned  later on, from other works, summoned yet others which became in their turn attractive and persuasive, as soon as they were tamed. and took their places in the ring, a ring divine but permanently invisible to the bulk of the audience, who, having before their eyes only a thick veil through which they saw nothing, punctuated arbitrarily with admiring exclamations a continuous boredom which was becoming deadly.” (Proust, spoiling the joy here, due to his weakness.)

Although it seems to be too late to matter, our constitution might surprise. Yes, planet Earth is about to empty. But for those who persevere, much can be thrilling! There is a large reach of affection. Passion often reaches mystery, for a while, leaving us thinking that there should be a way to find one’s balance. A matter of working harder. A matter of embracing the elements. A matter of appreciation to live one’s life and then one’s death.

#claire denis #marcel proust