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“The desire to be loved is the last illusion: give it up and you will be free.”
— Margaret Atwood, from A Sunday Drive (via wishbzne)
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
28.08.2019 ||
I went to the library and I caught this two books:
1° Angústia - Graciliano Ramos : a Brazilian author that I like more, so I'm very interested for read this book! And it's required reading for my entrance exam.
2° The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood : a dystopian novel that I'm very excited for reading, to read dystopian is very good to thing about the systems around the world and develop critical sense.
I also studied math. But I like more to read. Sorry person that like de exact science.
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Fui à biblioteca e peguei esses dois livros:
1° Angústia - Graciliano Ramos : É um escritor brasileiro que eu gosto muito, então estou muito interessada pra ler esse livro! E é uma das obras obrigatorias da Fuvest ( o vestibular da USP ).
2° O conto da Aia - Margaret Atwood : um romance distópico que eu estou muito animada pra ler, ler distopias é muito bom para pensar sobre os sistemas ao redor do mundo e desenvolver senso crítico.
Eu também estudei matemática. Mas eu gostou muito mais de ler. Desculpe pessoas de exatas.
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.
Margaret Atwood
‘A long time ago i was desperately in love’
Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "True Romances," originally published in 1981
'what is said with the eyes, is not forgotten.'
sometimes I wonder if you can miss someone you've never met. a quiet yearning in my heart, and no one to tell.
Margaret Atwood, from a poem titled "Pig Song," featured in Paper Boat: Selected Poems
Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House; from ‘Half-Hanged Mary’
“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.”
Variation on the Word Sleep, Margaret Atwood
Resurrecting the Dolls’ House, Margaret Atwood
Resurrecting the Dolls’ House, Margaret Atwood
A poem on childhood
She's got him shackled to her ankle. He's on her invisible leash; he's wearing her invisible choke collar. He can't shake free. Deep breath, Stan, he tells himself. At least you're still fucking alive. Or alive and fucking. He laughs inwardly. Good one, Stan.
The Heart Goes Last - Margaret Atwood
Everyone has that one piece of writing that completely changes their view of the world and enlightens them. For me, it's when Margaret Atwood wrote-
"Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur."
“Mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world....”