Eirik Røkkum siterer Duino-elegiane av Rainer Maria Rilke
12:49, 15. oktober 2012 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Bar du ikke ennå i deg en oppspilt forventning, at hver ting kom til deg med bud om en du har kjær?
Ava siterer The Last Night of the Earth Poems av Charles Bukowski
11:34, 15. oktober 2012 Ingen har det som favoritt.
hell is a closed door
when you're starving for your
goddamned art
but somtimes you feel at least
like having a
peek through the
keyhole.
young or old, good or bad,
I don't think anything dies as
slow and
as hard as a
writer.
Ava siterer The Last Night of the Earth Poems av Charles Bukowski
11:27, 15. oktober 2012 Ingen har det som favoritt.
hello, Hamsun
after two-and-one -half bottles
that have not strengthened my
saddened
heart
walking from this drunken
darkness
toward the bedroom
thinking of Hamsun who
ate his own flesh to
gain time to
write
I trundle into the other
room
an old
man
a hellfish in the night
swimming upward
sidewards
down.
Nina Sankovitch's Tolstoy and the Purple Chair.
Da søsteren døde mistet Nina Sankovitch gradvis grepet på tilværelsen. Etter tre år sa det stopp, og Nina S. bestemte seg for å bruke litteraturen for å få livet tilbake på rett kjøl igjen.
I løpet av et år leste hun 365 bøker og skrev daglig en bokomtale av dagens bok på bloggen sin. (www.readallday.org).
I ettertid er det nok Nina Sankovitch lese/skriveprosjekt og hennes bruk av litteraturen som "egenterapi", som har fascinert meg mest og gitt den største biten av god ettersmak, selv om boken også står godt på egne ben.
Nina Sankovitch:
Books. The more I thought about how to stop and get myself together as one sane, whole person, the more I thought about books. I thought about escape. Not running to escape, but reading to escape. Cyril Connolly, twentieth-century writer and critic, wrote that words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from but into living. That was how I wanted to use books: as an escape back to life. I wanted to engulf myself in books and come up whole again.
Ava som svar til Kirsten Lund :
12:39, 13. oktober 2012 Diskusjon: Diverse ordtak, sitater, visdomsord, tråd 3
Den som vil lære menneskene å kjenne bør studere deres unnskyldningsgrunner.
(Hebbel 1813-1863)
De første førti år av vårt liv bringer teksten, de neste tredve kommentaren til den.
(Schopenhauer 1788-1860)
Eirik Røkkum siterer Duino-elegiane av Rainer Maria Rilke
16:31, 12. oktober 2012 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Wie sollte/ er es nicht lieben, da es ihm lächelte.
Eirik Røkkum siterer Complete Poems (Penguin Twentieth-Century Classics) av D. H. Lawrence
22:55, 11. oktober 2012 3 har det som favoritt.
We've made a great mess of love
Since we made an ideal of it.
Ava som svar til Enna L :
17:44, 11. oktober 2012 Diskusjon: Del den første setningen/Det første avsnittet i bøkene du leser:
"And don't forget," my father would say, as if he expected me at any moment to up and leave to seek my fortune in the wide world, "whatever you learn about people, however bad they turn out, each one of them has a heart, and each one of them was once a tiny baby sucking his mother's milk....."
Fairy-tale words; fairy-tale advice. But we lived in a fairy-tale place. In a lock-keeper's cottage, by a river, in the middleof the Fens. Far away from the wide world.
"Waterland" by Graham Swift.
Hm, ikke snakk ? :-)
Dårlige bremser - oppdaget i høy fart.
Eirik Røkkum siterer Complete Poems (Penguin Twentieth-Century Classics) av D. H. Lawrence
11:46, 6. oktober 2012 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Ah, through the open door
Is there an almond tree
Aflame with blossom!
--Let us fight no more.
Among the pink and blue
Of the sky and the almond flowers
A sparrow flutters.
--We have come through,
It is really spring!--See,
When he thinks himself alone
How he bullies the flowers.
--Ah, you and me
How happy we'll be!--See him
He clouts the tufts of flowers
In his impudence.
--But, did you dream
It would be so bitter? Never mind
It is finished, the spring is here.
And we're going to be summer-happy
And summer-kind.
We have died, we have slain and been slain,
We are not our old selves any more.
I feel new and eager
To start again.
It is gorgeous to live and forget.
And to feel quite new.
See the bird in the flowers?--he's making
A rare to-do!
He thinks the whole blue sky
Is much less than the bit of blue egg
He's got in his nest--we'll be happy
You and I, I and you.
With nothing to fight any more--
In each other, at least.
See, how gorgeous the world is
Outside the door!
Eirik Røkkum siterer Complete Poems (Penguin Twentieth-Century Classics) av D. H. Lawrence
11:36, 6. oktober 2012 Ingen har det som favoritt.
To-night is a woman born/ Of the man in me
It was true: The entire ball game, in terms of both the exam and life, was what you gave attention to vs. what you willed youself to not.
Ava siterer Baudelaire, His Prose and Poetry av Charles Baudelaire
17:34, 5. oktober 2012 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Be always drunken .Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Tme weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.
Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.
Ava som svar til Rolf Ingemundsen :
12:41, 5. oktober 2012* Diskusjon: Hemingway's måte å gjøre det på?
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
Mange har blitt inspirert av Hemingway's "6 words novel" - så også her hos bokelskerne. Det finnes en" gammel" tråd hvor flere har kommet med sine bidrag. Min favoritt blant disse er (fritt etter hukommelsen) bokelsker Lars Magnus Jenssen's :
" Bak veggpanelet lå en uåpnet julegave".
Eirik Røkkum siterer Nietzsche And Philosophy (European Perspectives) av Gilles Deleuze
23:20, 25. september 2012* Ingen har det som favoritt.
"Those who suffer from the superabundance of life" make suffering an affirmation in the same way as they make intoxication an activity; in the laceration of Dionysus they recognise the extreme form of affirmation, with no possibility of subtraction, exception or choice. "Those who suffer, on the contrary, from an impoverishment of life" make intoxication a convulsion, a numbness; they make suffering a means of accusing life, of contradicting it and also a means of justifying life, of resolving the contradiction. All this in fact goes into the idea of a saviour; there is no more beautiful saviour than the one who would be simultaneously executioner, victim and comforter, the Holy Trinity, the wonderful dream of bad conscience. From the point of view of a saviour, "life must be the path which leads to sainthood". From the point of view of Dionysius, "existence seems holy enough by itself to justify a further immensity of suffering".
Eirik Røkkum siterer Complete Poems (Penguin Twentieth-Century Classics) av D. H. Lawrence
16:03, 21. september 2012 Ingen har det som favoritt.
I walk in fear of you.
The darkness starts up where
You stand, and the night comes through
Your eyes when you look at me.
Eirik Røkkum siterer Complete Poems (Penguin Twentieth-Century Classics) av D. H. Lawrence
16:00, 21. september 2012 Ingen har det som favoritt.
I would bear the pain.
But always, strong, unremitting
It would make me not me.
The thing with my body that would go on living
Would not be me.
Neither life nor death could help.
Hva med J.D. Salinger's "Catcher in the Rye" eller "Redderen i rugen " som den heter på norsk. Målgruppen din er i "passende" alder for boken.
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