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hi again! back here pretending i didn't say i'd be posting more and then disappeared. i hope there's someone here still, if there's not it's ok, let it be just me and my own tumblr shadow.
BUT if there is, i hope you're ok. been a long time, alot happened, it always does.
i went to the movies to watch one of my favorite movies of the year: 'ainda estou aqui' (i'm still here) by walter salles. it's really nice to see a brazilian film doing so well internationally.
there's a promo going on and i bought these books over ☝🏼 there. as always, camus, clarice and byung-chul han; then, ivan turgueniev, woolf (i've been wanting to buy for a long time), and today i received a dostoievski book too 👇🏼!
unfortunately 2 weeks (maybe?) ago, i got hurt on my left foot. i tried to get better but it didn't work; so yesterday during our very first game in the competition, it got worse. i had to go to the hospital. the result is me not allowed to put my left foot on the ground and jumping around the house on one leg only.
and to wrap it up, i literally just started 'the substance'. don't have anything to say yet cause i'm 10 minutes in - but the photography is insane! really really good. i hope the hype is well deserved.
to all of you, the ones reading or not, i wish you peace of mind. have a real nice december! 🤲🏼🩶
these are some books that i've bought recently. expecting lispector and camus of me should be common sense by now. and of course, literary theory. 🤍
clarice has been a great company these days. she speaks about god thru lóri's point of view, her believes, and it sounds a lot camus' absurdism! she says 'if i wanna pray, it would be to the cosmic or to Nothing'.
rainy days and depression, love to see it. 🌧🤍
i feel like clarice lispector broke me and saved me at the same time. viscerally affected by each sentence from 'água viva'.
started 'água viva' today. my first clarice! her writing is wow, i've been annotating a lot. so many thoughts already. just wild!
i was gonna go for run today, but gave up, it's been one of those lazy days. probably do some yoga before go to bed.
tomorrow i feel like it's gonna be a good day. (probably won't though) - let's keep it positive.
that's a goal: be more positive! 🤍🌧
Amar os outros é a única salvação individual que conheço: ninguém estará perdido se der amor e às vezes receber amor em troca.
Clarice Lispector
“Ouça: respeite a você mais do que aos outros, respeite suas exigências, respeite mesmo o que é ruim em você - respeite sobretudo o que você imagina que é ruim em você - pelo amor de Deus, não queira fazer de você uma pessoa perfeita - não copie uma pessoa ideal, copie você mesma - é esse o único meio de viver.” •Clarice Lispector 📚🌌🌕☄🛸
"When I surprise myself in the depths of the mirror I get a fright. I can hardly believe that I have limits, that I am cut out and defined. I feel scattered in the air, thinking inside other beings, living in things beyond myself."
-Clarice Lispector, "Near to the Wild Heart" (1943)
“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?” - Clarice Lispector
Variations on a Theme - Gabrial Urbina / Near to the Wild Heart - Clarice Lispector / Still Unbeaten Life - Gang of Youghts / Saturn - Sleeping at Last
on living just for the sake of being alive
x / here, there are blueberries - mary szybist / invitation - mary oliver / walt whitman / to the young who want to die - gwendolyn brooks / madness: a bipolar life - marya hornbacher / thanksgiving 2006 - ocean vuong / the brothers karamazov - fyodor dostoyevsky / the bell jar - sylvia plath
Tonight the moon is full. Through the window the moon covers my bed and turns everything a milky bluish white. So I escape by closing my eyes. Because the full moon is light insomnia: numb and drowsy like after love.
Clarice Lispector, from "Água Viva" (tr. by Stefan Tobler)
me with The Passion According to G.H. by Clarice Lispector
life is so good when ur reading a book and taking it w u everywhere like your little child
Hour of the Star
"This story takes place during a state of emergency and a public calamity. It's an unfinished book because it’s still waiting for an answer. An answer I hope someone in the world can give me. You? It’s a story in Technicolor to add a little luxury which, by God, I need too. Amen for all of us."
About the Book
Title: Hour of the Star Author: Clarice Lispector Published: 1977 Original Title: A Hora da Estrela
Summary
Macabéa is a typist living in the slums of Rio de Janeiro. She is ugly and unloved. She loves movies and her horrible boyfriend. Her story is told by Rodrigo S.M., a narrator who spirals into philosophical musings about fate, poverty, and the meaning (or meaninglessness) of life as he unravels Macabéa’s existence.
This book will disturb you. It might make you feel horrible. And yet, you won’t be able to look away.
P.S.: The cockroach scene. You will never forget it. No matter how much you try.
Key Themes
social commentary
disturbing
identity
poverty
"Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born."
Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
Oigo el redoble hueco del tiempo. Es el mundo que se forma sordamente. Si lo oigo es porque existo antes de la formación del tiempo. «Yo soy» es el mundo. Un mundo sin tiempo. Mi conciencia ahora es leve y es aire. El aire no tiene lugar ni época. El aire es el no-lugar donde todo va a existir.
Lo que estoy escribiendo es música del aire. La formación del mundo. Poco a poco se acerca lo que va a ser. Lo que va a ser ya es. El futuro es hacia delante y hacia atrás y hacia los lados.
El futuro es lo que siempre ha existido y siempre existirá. ¿Aunque sea abolido el Tiempo? Lo que te estoy escribiendo no es para leer; es para ser. La trompeta de los ángeles-seres resuena en el sin tiempo. Nace en el aire la primera flor. Se forma el suelo que es tierra. El resto es aire y el resto es lento fuego en perpetua mutación. ¿La palabra «perpetua» no existe porque no existe el tiempo? Pero existe el redoble. Y mi existencia empieza a existir. ¿Empieza entonces el tiempo?
Clarice Lispector
Hay muchas cosas por decir que no sé cómo decir. Me faltan las palabras. Pero me niego a inventar otras nuevas. Las que ya existen deben decir lo que se consigue decir y lo que está prohibido. Y lo que está prohibido lo adivino. Si hubiese fuerza. Más allá del pensamiento no hay palabras: se es. Mi pintura no tiene palabras: está más allá del pensamiento. En ese terreno del se es soy puro éxtasis cristalino. Se es. Me soy. Tú te eres.
Clarice Lispector
Me desarrollo sólo en lo actual. Hablo hoy —no ayer ni mañana—, pero hoy y en este mismo instante perecedero. Mi libertad pequeña y enmarcada me une a la libertad del mundo; pero ¿qué es una ventana sino el aire enmarcado por escuadras? Estoy ásperamente viva.
Clarice Lispector
Estoy dentro de los grandes sueños de la noche; porque el ahora-ya es de noche. Y canto al paso del tiempo; todavía soy la reina de los medas y de los persas y soy también mi lenta evolución que se lanza como un puente levadizo hacia un futuro cuyas nieblas blanquecinas ya respiro hoy. Mi aura es el misterio de la vida. Yo me sobrepaso abdicando de mí y entonces soy el mundo: sigo la voz del mundo; yo misma de repente con voz única.
Clarice Lispector
El mundo no tiene un orden visible y yo sólo tengo el orden de la respiración. Me dejo suceder.
Clarice Lispector
Sé qué estoy haciendo aquí: estoy improvisando. ¿Pero qué mal hay en eso? Improviso como en el jazz se improvisa la música, jazz furioso, improviso en el escenario.
Clarice Lispector
Para interpretarme y formularme necesito nuevas señales y articulaciones nuevas en formas que se localicen más acá y más allá de mi historia humana. Transfiguro la realidad y entonces otra realidad soñadora y noctámbula me crea.
Clarice Lispector
No quiero tener la terrible limitación de quien vive sólo de lo que puede tener un sentido. Yo no: lo que quiero es una verdad inventada.