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amor-barato · 3 months
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Ficaria maluco se encarasse as coisas com olhos lúcidos. É impossível, se não queremos desafinar. Temos de semicerrar os olhos à medida que avançamos, temos de deixar os outros supor que sabemos o que estamos a fazer. Mas ninguém sabe o que está a fazer! Não nos levantamos de manhã e pensamos o que vamos fazer. Não, senhor! Levantamo-nos atordoados, e arrastamo-nos por um túnel escuro, com uma ressaca. Entramos no jogo. Sabemos que é uma imunda falsificação, uma batota pegada, mas não temos outro remédio senão sujeitar-nos; não há por onde escolher. Nascemos numa certa organização para a qual estamos condicionados: podemos pôr-lhe uns remendozitos aqui e ali, como a um barco com um rombo, mas não podemos refazer tudo do princípio: não há tempo para isso, temos de chegar ao porto - ou supomos que temos. Claro que nunca lá chegaremos. O barco afundar-se-á primeiro, acreditem…
Henry Miller (Sexus)
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Sehr schöne Memes I:
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-beneath it all-
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pastnotfuture · 2 years
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All my failures were now tightly bound up inside me, a veritable embryo of unfulfillment.
Sexus. Henry Miller
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Todos aquellos recuerdos que yo había conservado celosamente y que habían sido apretados ligeramente, como el tabaco fino bajo el dedo de un fumador de pipa, habían producido un embellecimiento espontáneamente combustible. La palidez de su piel se veía intensificada por el brillo marmóreo que las brasas en rescoldo del recuerdo avivaban. La cabeza giraba despacio sobre el tronco casi imperceptible. Los labios estaban abiertos por la sed; eran extraordinariamente vividos y vulnerables. Parecía la cabeza separada de un soñador intentando recibir los labios hambrientos de alguien convocado desde un lugar remoto. Y, como los repliegues de las plantas exóticas que se retuercen y agitan por la noche, nuestros labios en búsqueda incesante se encontraron por fin, se cerraron y sellaron la herida que había sangrado sin cesar hasta entonces. Fue un beso que borró el recuerdo de todas las penas; restañó y curó la herida. Duró un tiempo infinito, un período olvidado, como entre dos sueños no recordados. Y después, como si los pliegues de la noche se hubieran interpuesto suavemente entre nosotros, quedamos separados y mirándonos, traspasando los colgantes velos de la oscuridad con una sola mirada hipnótica. Así como antes los húmedos labios se habían juntado —como pétalos esponjosos y frágiles sacudidos por una tormenta—, así también se unieron los ojos entonces, reunidos por la corriente eléctrica de un reconocimiento contenido por mucho tiempo. En ninguno de ambos casos pareció haber la menor intervención de las facultades mentales: todo fue independiente de la mente y de la voluntad. Fue como la unión de dos imanes, de sus opacos y grises términos; las partes que no habían cesado nunca de buscarse se habían juntado por fin.
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Julien Blanc, « Censeurs, ne nous fabriquez pas une vertu officielle et aveugle ! », Carrefour, 25 avril 1950, p. 8
https://julienblancromancier.wordpress.com/articles-de-j-blanc/
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rareandopulent · 1 year
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carriefrance · 2 years
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🍂📖🦊☕️ Like in summer. Reading outside in the garden... ☕️🦊📖🍂 #reading #coffee #henrymiller #sexus https://www.instagram.com/p/CkTU7KvtpBs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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cherriesbluee · 2 years
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Nous n'avons nulle part où aller, pour notre récompense ou notre châtiment. Le seul endroit possible est dans le temps et l'espace présents, dans notre personne, et au gré de notre fantaisie. Le monde est toujours la copie conforme de l'image que nous nous faisons de lui d'instant en instant. Impossible de changer le décor et de prétendre qu'on aime une autre pièce, différente. Décor permanent; ne change que selon l'esprit et le coeur, non selon les diktats d'un invisible metteur en scène. Nous sommes à la fois auteur, directeur et acteur tout en un; quant à la pièce, c'est le drame de notre vie, non de la vie d'un autre. Beau, terrible, inéluctable, ce drame; pareil à un costume taillé à même votre peau. Est-ce qu'il ne vous satisfait pas, tel quel? En connaissez-vous un meilleur?
Sexus, Henry Miller
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I am August Angst growing a melancholy beard.
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La vida del protagonista de Sexus da un vuelco a raíz del casual encuentro con una joven bailarina, con la que durante siete años mantendrá una tórrida y devastadora relación. Sólo Henry Miller podría convertir una anécdota como ésta en el arranque de una novela inmortal. La combinación de una prosa de inusitada fuerza poética, una sinceridad perturbadora y desprejuiciada, una lúcida y provocativa reflexión sobre el funcionamiento de la sociedad y un efervescente sentido del humor convirtieron Sexus en un libro de culto y a su autor en un renovador del arte narrativo a la altura de Proust, Joyce, Woolf o Faulkner, si bien sólo él tuvo que enfrentarse a una férrea censura debido a la crudez y detalle con que describe las escenas sexuales. Una novela de alto voltaje que convirtió a Miller en maestro de la literatura del yo.
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Kritik der Gewalt I: Geht das noch im September 2023?
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teenagedirtstache · 1 year
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pastnotfuture · 2 years
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you will need her and call it love. You will always fall back on that excuse when you are sucking the life out of a woman.
Sexus. Henry Miller
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quod-quid-erat-esse · 2 years
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"Las palabras, las oraciones, las ideas, por sutiles o ingeniosas que sean, los vuelos más locos de la poesía, los sueños más profundos, las visiones más alucinantes, no son sino toscos jeroglíficos cincelados con dolor y pena para conmemorar un acontecimiento que es intransmisible. En un mundo ordenado de forma inteligente no habría necesidad de hacer el irracional intento de consignar semejantes milagros. En realidad, carecería de sentido, porque, si los hombres se pararan a pensarlo, ¿quién iba a contentarse con la imitación, cuando lo real estuviese a disposición de cualquiera? ¿Quién iba a desear conectar y escuchar a Beethoven, por ejemplo, cuando pudiese experimentar personalmente las armonías extáticas que Beethoven luchó desesperadamente por registrar? Una gran obra de arte, en caso de que logre algo, sirve para recordarnos o, mejor dicho, para inducirnos a soñar todo lo fluido e intangible. Es decir, el universo. No se puede entender; sólo puede aceptarse o rechazarse. Si lo aceptamos, nos vemos revitalizados; si lo rechazamos, nos vemos disminuidos. No es lo que quiera que se proponga ser: siempre es algo más cuya última palabra no se pronunciará nunca. Es todo lo que ponemos en ella por anhelo de lo que negamos cada día de nuestra vida. Si nos aceptásemos a nosotros mismos así de completamente, la obra de arte, el entero mundo del arte, de hecho, moriría de desnutrición."
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some random ronal headcanons~
for u starved ronal bitches; Oel ngati kameie 🤭
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• is a big eye-roller; she seems like more of a starer but the energy is that if something goes down, ronal's rolling her eyes and letting out a little 'tssk'
• smiles, but rarely. she'll hum in approval and give a half-smile usually, but if something genuinely makes her happy, she'll full-on eye smile; like, crow's feet, widened grin, apple cheeks, eyebrows scrunched up in happiness
• likes the feeling of sand in between her toes; often goes for walks in the middle of the night, big bright blue eyes taking in the star-littered sky, as she takes steady steps through the damp sand
• gives little slaps to her partner. like, if they say something especially silly, brash or funny (or all 3), ronal's definitely one for using the back of her hand to lightly *thwap!* your head or arm. all in jest of course, as she's equally very big on personal space
• ronal's a clan-leader, so the concept of her personal bubble is especially important to her; therefore she'd never disrespect others by invading their area (although this definitely means she'll go all out on hissing, snarling and hand gestures to intimidate others if necessary)
• is a night owl. stays up late every night, usually to complete any tasks or spend time with her loved ones. her favorite thing is to finally retire to her pod, seeing her family and partner curled up, in deep sleep. ronal may plant some gentle forehead kisses to them, or trace patterns on her partner's skin as she drifts off to sleep
• likewise, ronal's not an early worm by any means. nothing pisses this warrior off more than the sunlight getting in her eyes, loud noises waking her up, and uninvited individuals intruding on her beauty sleep and this def extends to her partner. kids may get a grumble and her rolling over, but if her bby wakes her up? unless for fucking she's not down
• she will 100% bare fangs in a vicious snarl the moment someone touches her sleeping form. she's a deep sleeper, but still very much trained in combat, and has a heightened instinct to protect her family
• sits cross-legged when no one sees. ronal highly values respect and authority, and being the tsahìk of an entire community necessitates a level of maturity and dominance. therefore, she only goes criss-cross-applesauce when she's sure no one of high ranking (other than her partner or children) will catch a glimpse
• doesn't like spicy food, or crazy texture clashes. luckily, there's little of it for the metkayina clan due to location; but when venturing further afield, many a welcome meal is provided to them, spanning all forms of slimy, crunchy, sticky, spicy and the worst blobby. she'll do everything in her power to avoid eating bits of foreign meals, ngl
• and lowkey, it's gotten to the point where her second in command will give her that look, and she then knows not to touch the lightly glowing red, leafy tendrils next to the purple fruit in fear of destroying her tastebuds, or to *accidentally* miss the third greeting meal of the day due to 'unknown' reasons
• although if she does happen to ingest something spicy, her whole face contorts into one of the most displeasing grimaces you'll ever see; she may or may not also stick out her tongue in disgust, too
• was very insecure about breastfeeding initially. the sitting, the time taken up to eat more, the interruptions to daily work, and the soreness all made her very hesitant to do so; but after exploring alternatives she decided to persevere because, "no. who else's milk would they drink, tonowari? mine is the only one..they come from me, they drink my milk."
• will straight-up leave when she wants to. she'll stand, give a curt nod to whoever she may be with, and walk away. no bitterness, or sass, or rude intent. it's more a matter of straightforwardness 'well, i'm finished here. we're done with this conversation, yes? yes."
• doesn't like excessive noise or disruption. ronal's a relatively quiet, reserved individual, so the idea that another person would disrespect the comfort of the many for themselves would bother her a lot. any especially noisy tasks are often done underwater
• speaking of underwater, ronal loves to collect herbs, corals, shells and scales; due to her interests, she's also a notoriously excellent deep-sea diver. if not in detailed discussions with others about the community, or seeing to her children, it's not uncommon to catch ronal swimming deep into the ocean, exploring old coral reefs and swimming through the seaweed (she loves the texture on her skin)
• she's not the primary healer of the clan, but collecting little objects of special note was always a passion of hers since she was a child; ronal likes to claim that it's due to her role within the clan that she finds such delicate and beautiful deep-see gifts, sent to her by the all-mother eywa herself she'll often give them to others too, in celebration of a pregnancy, mated pair or birthday 🥹
• additionally, ronal'll assert that the ornate, sparkly shells and shimmering scales are for a new elixir, or some form of healing broth, but in reality she enjoys grinding them up and sprinkling them in her hair.
• ronal's secretly a very girly girl, but doesn't enjoy the attention-seeking element, so anything subtle yet impressive is her go-to - therefore shining, almost starlike locks that leave every other clan member in both awe and intrigue does a lot to boost her confidence
• hums to herself when she's fixing things. only when she's fixing things she knows she can fix though. for something especially tricky, ronal goes dead silent
• eyebrows furrowed, lips in a tight line, eyes squinted in focus. but if it's something like a rogue strap, a broken handle, or one of her children's toys, ronal won't hesitate to softly sing or hum a song from her youth
hope u enjoyed lovelies <3
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