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derangedrhythms · 14 hours ago
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That mirror, too flawless. Its flash is sure to pierce my heart.
Anne Hébert, from 'Kamouraska', tr. Norman Shapiro
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beljar · a day ago
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I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
Albert Camus, from The Fall, 1956
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fleurdusoir · a day ago
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Les hommes comme les étoiles reçoivent à leur naissance un gisement intérieur. Ils puiseront dedans et convertiront leurs ressources en actes, en paroles, en pensée, en œuvre d’art. Et comme les étoiles, certains hommes se révéleront plus brillants que d’autres. Et comme les étoiles, le souvenir de certains hommes nous parviendra bien après leur mort.
Sylvain Tesson, Éloge de l’énergie vagabonde
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etudiantfantome · a day ago
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weinberl · 2 days ago
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Eric Vuillard ‘Une sortie honorable’
Eric Vuillard ‘Une sortie honorable’
This may seem odd, but there had never been a french settler established in Cao Bang, no district, european social life, not a single enterprising trader, not a single hotel owner in search of adventure, not a single person to pave the way, no one…..The Cao Bang Mining Company was created in 1905; and in order to function only needed a few european engineers and foremen, that’s all, and a…
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ibonoco · 3 days ago
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Return to the source
Return to the source
Retour à Lisbonne Holy Ghost – The Phaser La piste de l’aéroport, étayée par une dense forêt de madriers de bois, est courte, mais les réacteurs de notre aéronef nous lancent puissamment dans le ciel madérien. Défilent alors sous nos yeux éblouis les éoliennes de Porta da Cruz, la petite crique de la prainha et la pointe de San Lourenço en pointillé, flèche ocre striée des fines nervures de…
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theoptia · 3 days ago
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Marguerite Duras, from Writing
Text ID: I would hide my face when I went to bed. I was afraid of myself. I don’t know how and I don’t know why.
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twink-of-me · 3 days ago
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me who's only ever read les mains sales: vautrin and eugène's relationship from le pere goriot is giving major hoederer and hugo vibes
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qminprogress · 4 days ago
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“Times makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.”
- Call me by your name
Minds tend to turn the ugliest thing into the most wonderful memory.
It’s funny how quickly our brain seem to get over the bad stuff, only remembering the good parts.
Suddenly, what seemed like something you wanted to get over with becomes the thing you wish you could go back to.
The hate turns into nostalgia.
The pain turns into something not so bad.
And then, we human, make the same mistake all over again. Because maybe this time will be different. Because it wasn’t so bad after all. Because I am still standing here today.
And then, history repeats itself. And the hurt comes back, the anger coming along as a partner. And then we want to forget, and we do forget.
Erasing is no protection. Time heals everything if we let it. But always remember.
Forgive but never forget.
QM ~
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rosie-is-studying · 5 days ago
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2/8/22. Guess which I'm reading for fun :p
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derangedrhythms · 3 days ago
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All literature is scarry. It celebrates the wound and repeats the lesion.
Hélène Cixous, from 'Stigmata: Escaping Texts', tr. Eric Prenowitz
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beljar · a day ago
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Ah! Lord God in heaven! how ill Thy world is ordered!
Honoré de Balzac, from Le Père Goriot, 1835
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morebedsidebooks · 6 days ago
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2021-2022 Women in Translation Round-up Part 1: Francophone
As I continue through the depts of French literature and the Francophone world I covered a number of talented women writers in the last year.
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  Arcadia by Emmanuelle Bayamack-Tam
Marking the author’s debut in English is this story of an intersex teenager who has grown up in a commune infatuated with its leader.
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 Dimanche and other stories by Irène Némirovsky
A posthumously published collection of short stories by a Ukrainian Jewish woman who tried to adopt France as her home but was denied citizenship, arrested, and died in a concentration camp during WWII.
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 Don’t Whisper Too Much and Portrait of a Young Artiste from Bona Mbella by Frieda Ekotto
A novella of two pieces by a Cameroonian lesbian author whose queer work was the first such fiction to portray African women-loving-women positively.
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 The Fury and Cries of Women by Angèle Rawiri
Gabon’s first women novelist in this book from 1989 tells the tale of a defiant career woman, who at one point finds solace in the arms of another woman.
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  Ketty Nivyabandi
An activist and talented poet often invoking the natural world from Burundi.
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 Kuessipan by Naomi Fontaine
A bestselling poetic book showcasing the interconnected beauty and severity of landscapes, people, history and culture of an Innu community in northeastern Quebec.
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  Layla, An Egyptian Woman by Fawzia Assaad
An autofiction novel of an Egyptian Orthodox Coptic Christian woman during independence and revolution in the 20th century.
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Our Riches by Kaouther Adimi
A slim novel that is an ode to books and the great cultural enrichment around them while simultaneously weaving close to 90 years of Algerian history.
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  Renée Vivien 
An early 20th century British sapphic poet, translator, and Symbolist writer.
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  Suzanne Dracius
With her lyrical words spanning poetry, plays and prose novels Dracius is one of the most versatile and enchanting authors born in Martinique.
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uncensoredhijabii · 6 days ago
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I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much, talked so much, slept so much with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow that moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the sundial of your life.
Robert Desnos
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darkacademiaestheticx · 7 days ago
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That's what literature is. It's the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! Listen to them!
—Connie Willis, Passage
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ibonoco · 4 days ago
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I'M NOT HUNGRY ANYMORE
I’M NOT HUNGRY ANYMORE
MA FAIM https://ibonoco.files.wordpress.com/2020/07/depeche-mode-never-let-me-down-again-official-video.mp3 [/audio] Elle ne veut plus manger. Un jour, comme ça, par petits morceaux de nourriture, elle a fait le tri dans sa vie comme dans son assiette, comme un reflet d’elle-même déformé, renvoyé par le blanc de l’émail et qui lui murmure les secrets de son âme, ceux qui lui font mal, ceux qui…
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theoptia · 3 days ago
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Marguerite Duras, from Writing
Text ID: Finding yourself in a hole, at the bottom of a hole, in almost total solitude, and discovering that only writing can save you.
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