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soracities · 8 months
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I no longer felt happy, and the autumn seemed like a threat aimed directly at me. I felt like quietly weeping.
Clarice Lispector, excerpt from “Quietly Weeping” (March 14, 1970, Too Much of Life: The Complete Crônicas  (trans. Margaret Jull Costa & Robert Patterson)
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noctilucentis · 10 months
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rabbitt3en · 1 year
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Tu dizes que me amas; eu o creio, eu o sabia antes mesmo que me dissesses.
José de Alencar, Cinco Minutos.
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aboutmercy · 11 days
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“In truth I had fought all my life against the profound desire to let myself be touched —and I had fought because I couldn't allow myself the death of what I called my goodness; the death of human goodness. But now I no longer wanted to fight it. There had to be a goodness so other that it wouldn't resemble goodness.
I no longer wanted to fight.
With disgust, with despair, with courage, I was giving in. It was too late, and now I wanted.”
the passion according to g.h. by clarice lispector (trans. by idra novey)
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oikqwas · 4 months
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so, the great debate happening at my *local* academia right now is about the reading list for an entrance exam for one the of the most prestigious universities of my country. the cause for debate is that for the next two years this list consists of works by female authors only.
the thing is, there was a letter written by the professors at this uni and they didn't like the list at all, which doesn't even make sense, like, aren't they the ones who made it? for years we've had 2 or at most 3 female authors on this list but we've never seen such reaction. people really do hate women. it's not like we're gonna stop talking or teaching about the male authors.
anyway, i just wanted to talk about this.
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flowerytale · 2 years
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Clarice Lispector, from “Near to the Wild Heart“ (tr. Alison Entrekin)
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theoptia · 1 year
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Adélia Prado, from The Mystical Rose: Selected Poems translated by Ellen Doré Watson; "Letter"
Text ID: I'm truly crazy. From longing. All because of you.
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russalki · 5 days
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The world was so rich it was rotting.
— Clarice Lispector, “Love”; from The Complete Stories (tr. Katrina Dodson)
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elysiumaze · 6 months
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The room where she had spent so many afternoons glittered in the crescendo of an orchestra, silently, avenging itself for her distraction.
Clarice Lispector in, Near to the Wild Heart.
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beljar · 1 year
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I've never been free in my whole life. Inside I've always chased myself. I've become intolerable to myself. I live in a lacerating duality. I'm seemingly free, but I'm a prisoner inside of me.
Clarice Lispector, from A Breath of Life, 1978
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crystaldeclear · 1 year
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My mom's brain is so massive for this
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soracities · 2 years
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Nobody taught me to want. But now I want. I remain lying down with eyes open, looking at the ceiling. Inside is the darkness. A pulsating "I" is taking shape.
Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
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lune-sz · 9 months
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Era ele que erguia casas onde antes só havia chão. Como um pássaro sem asas ele subia com as casas que lhe brotavam da mão... E o operário foi tomado de uma súbita emoção ao constatar assombrado que tudo naquela casa - Tijolo, garrafa, prato, facão - era ele quem os fazia. Ele, um humilde operário. Um operário em construção...
— Vinicius de Moraes
Sentou pra descansar como se fosse sábado Comeu feijão com arroz como se fosse um príncipe Bebeu e soluçou como se fosse um náufrago Dançou e gargalhou como se ouvisse música E tropeçou no céu como se fosse um bêbado E flutuou no ar como se fosse um pássaro E se acabou no chão feito um pacote flácido Agonizou no meio do passeio público Morreu na contramão atrapalhando o tráfego
— Chico Buarque, Construção
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daniela-iga · 7 months
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hello :)
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aboutmercy · 1 month
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And I shivered with extreme pleasure as if finally mindful of the grandeur of an instinct that was bad, total and infinitely sweet—as if finally tasting, and within myself, a grandeur greater than myself. I was getting drunk for the first time with a hatred clear as a fountain, drunk with the desire, justified or not, to kill.
the passion according to g.h by clarice lispector, trans. by idra novey
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flowerytale · 2 years
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Clarice Lispector, from “Raging Against the Typewriter”, Selected Cronicas (tr. Giovanni Pontiero)
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