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Georges Rodenbach, from "The Chamber, Sad and Weary," wr. c. July 1882
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All lovers desire solitude in order to possess each other more completely. They create for each other a new universe inhabited by the two of them alone.
Georges Rodenbach, “The Dead Town” in Hans Cadzand’s Vocation & Other Stories (trans. Mike Mitchell)
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George Minne (1866 - 1941) - Projet définitif du Monument à Georges Rodenbach, ca. 1899
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“The act of writing itself is like an act of love. There is contact. There is exchange too. We no longer know whether the words come out of the ink onto the page, or whether they emerge from the page itself where they were sleeping, the ink merely giving them colour.”
― Georges Rodenbach, The Bells of Bruges (1897)
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Mani complici di tutti gli atti e di tutti
gli slanci dell’anima!
Mani che sono come chiavi
per aprire tutti i cuori e tutte le serrature
o così sottili mani, esperte di lussurie
che dosano il peccato, e centellinano
il languore…
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To-be-dissected-later.
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George Minne 1866-1941 - Monument à Georges Rodenbach (1903), Gand, jardin du vieux béguinage
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hello! could you please do a webweaving on slow living and/or repetition? i love the concept of enjoying the journey rather than the destination<3
aquarium mental v, georges rodenbach // the fourth sign of zodiac, mary oliver // kahil gibran // song, allen ginsberg // eleanor oliphant is completely fine, gail honeyman // eating fire, margaret atwood
#web weaving#web weave#parallels#poetry fragments#fragments#poetry#poem#quotes#dark acadamia quotes#slow living#margaret atwood#mary oliver
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“My soul has become aquatic and lunar; it is all coolness and brightness, and I live as if my soul were moon and water put under glass.”
•Georges Rodenbach•
# Georges Rodenbach, from “Aquarium Mental V,” written c. June 1882 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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do you have any book recommendations for us :D
MAYBE SO.......!!!! u know i love talkin abt books!!!
well, ok since ive posted about most of the books ive been reading recently MAYBE i can also post about some that i ordered and am waiting to arrive??? because all of these sounded very interesting to me!!!
SO books i have coming in the mail:
surrealist novels:
the woman in the dunes by kobo abe
the hearing trumpet by leonora carrington
the melancholy of resistance by laszlo krasznahorkai:
the third policeman by flann o'brien
nadja by andre breton
(been really into surrealism lately if it isn't apparent. most excited for melancholy of resistance i think)
horror, gothic, etc:
bruges-la-morte by georges rodenbach
the damned (la-bas) by joris-karl huysmans
floating dragon by peter straub
classics, short stories, etc:
french decadent tales (oxford world's classics) by stephen romer
in watermelon sugar by richard brautigan
swann's way (in search of lost time, #1) by marcel proust
selected short stories by balzac
icefields by thomas wharton
some ive picked up recently & stoked to read:
ada, or ardor by nabokov (my most beloved author of all time)
carmilla by le fanu
nightmare alley by william lindsay gresham
a king alone by jean giono
twilight of the idols by nietzsche
transparent things by nabokov
dark water by koji suzuki
selected poems by jorge luis borges (also beloved)
trolled my goodreads for more recs
books ive read & enjoyed so far this year:
the iliac crest by cristina rivera garza
the tenant by roland topor (FAV!!! huge fav)
crimson labyrinth by yusuke kishi
pedro paramo by juan rulfo
carolina ghost woods by judy jordan
death in her hands by ottessa moshfegh
the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera
in the lake of the woods by tim o'brien
disgrace by j m coetzee
goth by otsuichi
books i enjoyed from last year:
the lottery & other stories by shirley jackson
the vegetarian by han kang
rosemary's baby by ira levin
piercing by ryu murakami (an all time fav)
the bloody chamber by angela carter (fav)
starve acre by andrew michael hurley (also a fav)
the glassy, burning floor of hell by brian evenson
the devil's larder by jim crace
monstrilio by gerardo samano cordova
and as a bonus, literally anything by nabokov. i have a big book of his short fiction that ive been reading slowly for a long while. despair by him is my fav book of all time, hands down. he is a master of absurdism (and a master of every language he writes in).
ALSO!!!! if youre into poetry, anything and every single thing by: t.s. eliot, baudelaire, rimbaud, borges. i also love neruda's poetry but i have heard he was an awful man so keep that in mind
#thotbox#thotmail#talky cherub#library cherub#i buy 95% of my books secondhand#i have something of a problem but i figure books are not the worst addiction one can have.....OOPS
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Katia Berestova ph
She sinks. She sinks in holy sadness. Like an Ophelia in tears she sinks.
Georges Rodenbach
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Georges Rodenbach, from "aquarium mental V" written c. june 1882
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...their nights punctuated by unending kisses...
Georges Rodenbach, “The Dead Town” in Hans Cadzand’s Vocation & Other Stories (trans. Mike Mitchell)
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Les rêves sont les clés pour sortir de nous-mêmes - Georges Rodenbach
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Gabriel Dupont (1878 – 1914) - Poèmes d'automne (1904) for voice and piano.
Sung by Florence Katz and played by Marie-Catherine Girod.
The suite is composed by eight songs: 1. "Si J'ai aimé", poem by Henri de Régnier (1864–1936) 0:00 2. "Ophélia", poem by Arthur Rimbaud (1854–91) 1:27 3. "Au temps de la mort des Marjolaines", poem by Stuart Merrill (1863–1915) 4:30 4. "La fontaine de pitié", poem by Henry Bataille (1872–1922) 7:40 5. "La neige", poem by Paul Verlaine (1844–96) 10:30 6. "Le silence de l'eau", poem by Fernand Gregh (1873–1960) 13:55 7. "Douceur de soir", poem by Georges Rodenbach (1855–98) 16:10 8. "Sur le vieux banc", poem by Léon Dierx (1838–1912) 19:25
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ЖОРЖ РОДЕНБАХ
«Воскресный бледен день…»
Воскресный бледен день и пуст, как в годы детства,
Он весь — уныния и скуки торжество,
Тягуч он и сонлив, и нет такого средства,
Чтоб хоть на миг один расшевелить его.
Как будто из краев, залитых солнцем южным,
Вернулся ты домой, к постылым и ненужным
Заботам и хандришь, слоняясь, точно тень,
По хмурым комнатам… Таков воскресный день.
Воскресный этот день, томительный и длинный,
Чье сердце немота тугая оплела,
Безмерно сиротлив, как черные крыла
Далекой мельницы над голою равниной.
Воскресный блеклый день! Я на него гляжу
Опять, как в те года, опять глазами детства,
И фиолетовых полутонов соседство
В его мерцании неярком нахожу —
И фиолетовый оттенок риз пасхальных,
И фиолетовый оттенок похорон…
Опять колокола поют со всех сторон,
И мерный перезвон их голосов печальных,
Как прежде, в душу мне вливает смерти страх…
Глазами детскими гляжу на воскресенье,
Огромный вижу пруд в пустынных берегах,
И в нем обрывки туч и небосвод осенний.
Воскресный день. Душа тоскою смущена.
Чуть слышный аромат, таинственный и тонкий,
Букета белого и маленькой сестренки
Печальные глаза — она всегда больна…
/Перевод М.Ваксмахера/
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La domenica è sempre com'era nella nostra infanzia:
Un giorno vuoto, un giorno triste, un giorno pallido, un giorno nudo;
Un giorno lungo come un giorno di digiuno e di astinenza
Dove ci si annoia; dove pare di essere ritornati
da un bel viaggio in un paese di verde allegria,
ancora confusi nella propria casa riaperta
e cercandosi di stanza in stanza tutto il giorno...
Ma domenica è questo primo giorno di ritorno!
Un giorno in cui cala il silenzio, nella neve immensa;
Un giorno come anemico, un giorno come un orfano
Sembra una pianura con un solo mulino
Geometricamente trasversalmente come una tomba.
Mi riappare come appassiva
poco fa, o pensieroso giorno che ai miei occhi d'infanzia
appariva in forma d'ombra:
la vidi come una viola pallida e triste,
la viola del mezzo lutto e dei vescovi,
la porpora casule del tempo pasquale.
Domeniche d'altri tempi! La noia domenicale
Dove le campane, tintinnando come per un funerale,
Diffondono nell'anima nostra la paura di morire
Ma sempre la domenica è come i giorni dell'infanzia:
Uno stagno senza limiti, dove vediamo appassire
Nuvole tra moiré di silenzio.
Domenica: una tristezza, un'emozione senza motivo...
Impressione di un malinconico bouquet bianco
Che muore; stampa tristemente angelica
Di una sorellina malata in casa...
George Rodenbach
Art by Geneviève Daël
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