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ELKE OCHTEND
Elke ochtend, tussen het aandoen
van zijn linker- en zijn rechterschoen
trekt zijn hele leven even langs.
Soms komt de rechterschoen er dan
bijna niet meer van.
TODAS AS MANHÃS
Todas as manhãs, entre o enfiar
do sapato esquerdo e do sapato direito
ele vê a vida desfilar-lhe diante dos olhos.
Por vezes só a custo
consegue calçar o sapato direito.
Judith Herzberg
Dagrest (O que resta do dia), 1984
the rain is a handsome animal | Tin Hat
When I was about 8 years old I got this little graphic novel for Christmas, from my godfather. Curiously enough, I have never read The (actual) Hobbit, and as far as Tolkien’s other books only the first one and a half from the main trilogy. But last Wednesday, on the eve of my oral exam I finally went to see the movie in the theatre, trying to calm myself. Yet the visual resemblance between these two at some points was haunting, sparse bits of my childhood seemed to be playing on that screen, right before my eyes.
So, for some reason, here it is. The Hobbit, originally by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, adapted by Charles Dixon and Sean Dening, and beautifully illustrated by David Wenzel. Buy it if you can, it’s worth the money, and I rarely say this.
After two years looking for it, I have found Glenn Gould’s recording that I first heard in this scene from George Roy Hill’s Slaughterhouse-Five (1972), originally a book by Kurt Vonnegut.
Concerto No 3 for Harpsichord in D major, BWV 1054
3rd movement ‘Allegro’
by J.S. Bach
Glenn Gould, Piano
Columbia Symphony Orchestra
Vladimir Goldschmann, Conductor
I am satisfied for the moment, happy new year!
On this day in 1849, writer Fyodor Dostoevsky was led before a firing squad and prepared for execution. He had been convicted and sentenced to death on November 16 for allegedly taking part in antigovernment activities. However, at the last moment he was reprieved and sent into exile…
(Source: history.com, via thisgameisaplateaux)
The Aleph and other stories, Jorge Luis Borges, 1949
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Aleph_(short_story)
Bela capa.
(Source: uselessmuseum, via re-constitution)
explore-blog: Stephen Fry on philosophy and the importance of unbelief in having a full life. (↬ Open Culture)
from the book “le grand” (1827)
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War in Reverse by Kurt Vonnegut
(Source: archive.org)
Kurt Vonnegut on the Shapes of Stories
(Source: youtube.com, via stillpointmagazine)
"Now let us look at this mouse in action. Let us suppose, for instance, that it feels insulted, too (and it almost always does feel insulted), and wants to revenge itself, too. Through his innate stupidity the man looks upon his revenge as justice pure and simple; while the mouse does not believe in the justice of it. To come at last to the deed itself, to the very act of revenge.
For forty years together it will remember its injury down to the smallest, most ignominious details. Maybe it will begin to revenge itself, too, but, as it were, piecemeal, in trivial ways, knowing that from all its efforts at revenge it will suffer a hundred times more than he on whom it revenges itself."
Notes from Underground, F. Dostoyevsky
Hunger (1966), directed by Henning Carlsen
The Night Owl
From Amerika or The Man Who Disappeared, Franz Kafka
Translated by Jeff Nowak
So now he knew where everyone slept and hurried to the balcony. It was an entirely different world that he now quickly lifted the curtain on. In the fresh night air, he walked back and forth on the balcony in the full light of the moon. He looked to the street, it was completely still, music still clanged out of the inn, but muffled, in front of the door a man swept the sidewalk, in the street, where in the chaotic noise of the evening the screams of the candidate couldn’t be distinguished from a thousand different voices, you could now distinctly hear the scratching of the broom on the pavement.
The moving of a table on the neighboring balcony made Karl notice that someone was sitting there and studying. It was a young man with a small pointed beard, which he twisted constantly as he read and quickly moved his lips. He sat, his face turned to Karl, at a small book-covered table, he had taken the lamp from the wall, wedged it between two large books and was now entirely illuminated by the glaring light.
“Good evening,” said Karl, since he thought he noticed the young man staring over at him.
Fascinating, if true.
(Source: moonshead, via rep-offstage)
