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apoemaday · 8 months
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Self-Portrait I
by Tove Ditlevsen
I cannot: cook pull off a hat entertain wear jewelry arrange flowers remember appointments send thank-you cards leave the right tip keep a man feign interest at parent-teacher conferences.
I cannot stop: smoking drinking eating chocolate stealing umbrellas oversleeping forgetting to remember birthdays and to clean my nails. Telling people what they want to hear spilling secrets loving strange places and psychopaths.
I can: be alone do the dishes read books form sentences listen and be happy without feeling guilty.
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maywinds · 4 months
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and I always dream about meeting some mysterious person who will listen to me and understand me. I know from books that such people exist, but you can't find any of them on my childhood street.
– Tove Ditlevsen, The Copenhagen Trilogy
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cinematic-literature · 10 months
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Conversations with Friends E04
Book title: Childhood (Barndom in Danish; 1967) by Tove Ditlevsen
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edgarallenhoe31 · 1 year
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My fave female authors
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mschocolateworld · 1 year
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Może wiele nieszczęść wynika stąd, że ludzie nie są zbyt zainteresowani tym, co się dzieje w kimś najbliższym.
Tove Ditlevsen - “Moja żona nie tańczy”
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I bought this on a whim and I just started reading it, but I have a feeling I'm in the process of discovering a new favorite author
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cybernarcissus · 11 months
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Tove Ditlevsen, Childhood (1967)
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dk-thrive · 1 year
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I can: be alone
I cannot: cook pull off a hat entertain wear jewelry arrange flowers remember appointments send thank-you cards leave the right tip keep a man feign interest at parent-teacher conferences. I cannot stop: smoking drinking eating chocolate stealing umbrellas oversleeping forgetting to remember birthdays and to clean my nails. Telling people what they want to hear spilling secrets loving strange places and psychopaths. I can: be alone do the dishes read books form sentences listen and be happy without feeling guilty.
—  Tove Ditlevsen, in Self-Portrait 1 (The Paris Review, December 9, 2021) (via minima--moralia)
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aquiyaceunpajaro · 11 months
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I really loved The Faces by Tove Ditlevsen, which reminded me a lot of The Bell Jar. Beautiful writing and a good example of that great genre called “she’s not doing well” lol
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glassribbon · 2 years
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Tove Ditlevsen (Danish, 1917-1976)
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apoemaday · 2 years
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Anxiety I
by Tove Ditlevsen
Anxiety is old it reeks of childhood it has no object is awakened by glances, words and  sudden noise                          lives in recurring dreams where the one you love shows the deadly hatred he hides by day.
People’s eyes are yellow they are too close together and they have no lashes over them their menacing eyebrows run endlessly together the corners of their mouths dislocate and twist, watercolor-wet do not look at them slip away from any dangerous and keen attention.                 
Wrap yourself in rhythms and rhymes from the old bygone songs hide with the troll and the dragon the pure evil          shy away from all affection even from the child who plays with and caresses the cat shy away from his expectation his memories his blocked future.                 
Seek the company of those who peacefully turned away want nothing from you libraries waiting rooms railway stations people with suitcases in hand have firm contours unknown goals in a world that is not yours.
All the others are transformed under your stare as if under windswept waves they know that you see their secrets and innermost thoughts hate your lurking and waiting you do not know the day of the catastrophe approaching by the hour.
Anxiety is old your father and your mother are safety and danger staring through your lover’s eyes and are not dead. Do not watch them. Lay flowers on the grave light candles at night fold your hands and hum in devotional horror the old forgotten songs.
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Tove Ditlevsen, Dependency
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isavedyouthewaltz · 10 months
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'You have two faces,' she said, astonished. 'That's not allowed. You can only wear once face at a time.' -Tove Ditlevsen The Faces
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mira-wooster · 4 months
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pensivegladiola · 1 year
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Unraveling Narratives:
Can we trust our protagonist or have they simply lost the plot?
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musingwove · 2 years
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childhood - tove ditlevsen
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