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daweyt · 1 day
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Pierre Corneille, from “The Cid”, tr. A.S. Kline, 2007
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theoptia · 8 months
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Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.
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metamorphesque · 1 year
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— A Prayer, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 
[text ID: I’m only asking for strength for my days. Teach me the art of small steps.]
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Charles-Amable Lenoir (1860-1926) "À la Recherche du Temps Perdu" ("In Search of Lost Time") Oil on canvas
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Albert Camus and his cat, Cigarette
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In honor of Forduary.
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arsanimarum · 1 year
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Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death and Sensuality
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philosophors · 3 months
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“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”
— Albert Camus
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kafkabot · 3 months
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"The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth."
Georges Bataille
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corpsebibliophile · 10 months
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"I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God."
-Albert Camus
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thebluesthour · 1 year
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Jean-Michel Maulpoix, excerpts from "The Blue Look", in A Matter of Blue: Poems (trans. Dawn M. Cornelio)
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daweyt · 3 months
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Cassandre Di Angelo, from “Thus Saith The Lord: Book II."
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theoptia · 10 months
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Marguerite Duras, from The Lover
Text ID: to devour and be devoured,
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metamorphesque · 2 years
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― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
[text ID: I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.]
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princessmacabre · 1 month
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day 11/100 days of productivity
first day of in-person university is in the books. 🥂
woke up at 8am
morning tea & french poetry (and How To Be A Parisienne)
read on the train Le Murmure
French class
finished the first version of my poetry eBook
prepared my stuff for tomorrow (another day at university…)
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megairea · 2 years
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Guillaume Apollinaire, from Aubade (tr. by Donald Revell); Alcools: Poems, 1913
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