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firstfullmoon · 9 months ago
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“Childhood is long and narrow like a coffin, and you can’t get out of it on your own.” 
“Childhood is dark and it’s always moaning like a little animal that’s locked in a cellar and forgotten. It comes out of your throat like your breath in the cold, and sometimes it’s too little, other times too big. It never fits exactly.”
“Wherever you turn, you run up against your childhood and hurt yourself because it’s sharp-edged and hard, and stops only when it has torn you completely apart.”
— Tove Ditlevsen, from The Copenhagen Trilogy, tr. Tiina Nunnally and Michael Favala Goldman
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apoemaday · a month ago
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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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ihopeucomehomesoon · 7 months ago
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— Tove Ditlevsen, “Self-Portrait I” (tr. by Jennifer Russell and Sophia Hersi Smith)
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thebooknomad · 8 months ago
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“Whenever I think about the future, I run up against a wall everywhere, and that’s why I want to prolong my childhood so badly.” – Tove Ditlevsen, Childhood
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wuthrng · 8 months ago
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The Worst Person in the World (2021) dir. Joachim Trier
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mrsdallowayreads · a year ago
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There’s something painful and fragile about being a young girl who makes her own living. You can’t see any light ahead on that road. And I want so badly to own my own time instead of always having to sell it.
—tove ditlevsen, youth (the copenhagen trilogy)
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books-of-dawn · 2 months ago
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slow days
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glassribbon · a month ago
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Tove Ditlevsen (Danish, 1917-1976)
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dare-g · 7 months ago
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The first 12 books of the year 📚
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dk-thrive · 9 months ago
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the only thing that truly captivates me, is forming sentences and word combinations
And I realize more and more that the only thing I’m good for, the only thing that truly captivates me, is forming sentences and word combinations, or writing simple, four-line poetry. And in order to do this I have to be able to observe people in a certain way, almost as if I needed to store them in a file somewhere for later use. And to be able to do this I have to be able to read in a certain way too, so I can absorb through all my pores everything I need, if not for now, then for later use. That’s why I can’t interact with too many people; and I can’t go out too much and drink alcohol, because then I can’t work the next day. And since I’m always forming sentences in my head, I’m often distant and distracted.
—  Tove Ditlevsen, Dependency: The Copenhagen Trilogy, Book 3 (FSG Originals, January 26, 2021) 
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dissolvenza · a year ago
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Being young is itself temporary, fragile, and ephemeral. You have to get through it — it has no other meaning.
Childhood, Youth, Dependency: The Copenhagen Trilogy, Tove Ditlevsen tr. Tiina Nunnally & Michael Favala Goldman
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firstfullmoon · 9 months ago
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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, “Self-Portrait I,” trans. Jennifer Russell and Sophia Hersi Smith
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minima--moralia · 8 months ago
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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
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my-brutal-heart · 4 months ago
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bunlardursun · 3 months ago
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Tove Ditlevsen- The Copenhagen Trilogy
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elvicioabsurdo · 11 months ago
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La infancia es larga y estrecha como un ataúd, y no se puede escapar de ella sin ayuda.
Tove Ditlevsen, Trilogía de Copenhague.
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last-tambourine · 5 months ago
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I lie on the floor…I sink into a sweet melancholy and rhythmic waves of words stream through me again. I write them down on brown wrapping paper and conclude sorrowfully that the poems are still not good enough. ‘Children’s poems,’ said Mr Krogh… Then one day I write something that is different from anything I’ve written before, only I don’t know what the difference is. I write the following:
There burns a candle in the night, it burns for me alone, and if I blow at it, it flames up, and flames for me alone. But if you breathe softly and if you breathe quietly, the candle is suddenly more than bright and burns deep in my own breast, for you alone.
—  Tove Ditlevsen, Youth: The Copenhagen Trilogy
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