Ava som svar til Lillevi :
02:30, 29. desember 2013* Diskusjon: Lillevi om Balladen om den bedrøvelige kafé av Carson McCullers av Carson McCullers
Carson McCullers glemmes ikke av sine lesere - heller ikke av Charles Bukowski.
Carson McCullers
she died of alcoholism
wrapped in a blanket
on a deck chair
on an ocean
steamer.
all her books of
terrified loneliness
all her books about
the cruelty
of loveless love
were all that was left
of her
as the strolling vacationer
discovered her body
notified the captain
and she was quickly dispatched
to somewhere else
on the ship
as everything
continued just
as
she had written it.
-Charles Bukowski
Ava som svar til Ava :
21:58, 17. desember 2013* Diskusjon: Tråd for linker til artikler om litteratur.
Ava som svar til [ Slettet bruker ] :
16:10, 17. desember 2013 Diskusjon: Tråd for linker til artikler om litteratur.
Et interessant referat - verdt å lese.
Ava siterer Novels in Three Lines (New York Review Books Classics) av Felix Feneon
22:19, 14. desember 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
On the bowling lawn a stroke leveled M. Andre, 75, of Levallois.
While his ball was still rolling
he was no more.
One of the earliest proverbs, written in the langue of the Sumerians, exonerates drink in case of accident:
Beer is good.
What's bad is the road.
Ava som svar til Ava :
00:09, 4. desember 2013 Diskusjon: Tråd for linker til artikler om litteratur.
En artikkel til om debutanten Yahya Hassan, denne gangen fra NRK.
Ava som svar til gretemor :
20:49, 3. desember 2013 Diskusjon: Dikt om nyttår, merkedager, veiskiller
Det er ikke alltid like greit å bli utsatt for "beleste bedrevitere" i en viss alder. :)
Ava som svar til Bjørg L. :
18:15, 3. desember 2013* Diskusjon: Dikt om nyttår, merkedager, veiskiller
For hundre år siden, den gang jeg var en irriterende og oppesen ung tenåring, deklamerte jeg ofte disse "dype" linjene fra Brecht's Buckowerelegiene, til de som sto var ved "et veiskille" og måtte ta valg som ikke dreide seg om rosa eller hvit leppestift på neste fest eller siste ukes forelskelse.
Hjulskiftet
Jeg sitter i veikanten.
Sjåføren skifter ut et hjul.
Jeg liker meg ikke der jeg var.
Jeg liker meg ikke der jeg skal.
Hvorfor ser jeg på hjulskiftet
med utålmodighet?
Ava som svar til Ava :
20:28, 1. desember 2013* Diskusjon: Tråd for linker til artikler om litteratur.
Mange bokelskere har nok fått med seg at Yahya Hassan's diktsamling har gitt ham både debutantpris og dødstrusler.
Her er en artikkel fra Morgenbladet - ført i pennen av Maren Næss Olsen - om den 18 år gamle dikteren.
Ava siterer A Passage to India (RosettaBooks Into Film) av E.M. Forster
23:39, 30. november 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
"Your sentiments are those of a god ," she said guietly, but it was his manner rather than his sentiments that annoyed her.
Trying to recover his temper, he said,"India likes gods."
"And Englishmen like posing as gods."
Jeg sovnet med Lady Chatterlys elsker.
Ava siterer A Passage to India (RosettaBooks Into Film) av E.M. Forster
00:00, 29. november 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
"Bribes?"
"Did you not know that when they were lent to Central India over a Canal Scheme, some Rajah or other gave her a sewing machine in solid gold so that the water should run through his state?"
"And does it?"
"No, that is where Mrs. Turton is so skilful. When we poor blacks take bribes, we perform what are bribed to perform, and the law discovers us in consequence. The English take and do nothing. I admire them."
Not a single path leads back
To the garden of our youth.
Ava siterer The Confusions of Young Torless av Robert Musil
12:05, 25. november 2013 2 har det som favoritt.
The sole purpose of all the cruel things that happen is to kill off miserable, outward-directed desires which, whether they be pride or hunger, joy or pity, only pull us away from the fire that each one of us has the potential to start within him.
A BOOK.
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What Liberty
A loosened spirit brings!
Emily Dickinson
The Mystery Of Pain.
Pain has an element of blank;
If cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
Emily Dickinson
Ava siterer Poems by Emily Dickinson, Series One av Emily Dickinson
11:16, 25. november 2013 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
Frokostbordet er fortsatt dekket til to.
Går utenom speilet. For mye sjokolade.
The Prison
In 1984, sent by a human rights organization, Luis Nino visited the prison yards of Lurigancho Penitentiary in Lima.
Luis plunged into a lonely sea of half-naked, ragged prisoners and barely managed to elbow his way through.
Afterward, he asked to speak with the warden. The warden wasn't in. The chief of medical services received him.
Luis said some of the prisoners were dying, spitting up blood, and many more were burning with fever and covered in sores. And he hadn't seen a single doctor.
The chief explained, "We doctors only come in when the nurses call us."
"So why don't they call you?"
"We don't have the budget for nurses."
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