tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75292240191208658042024-03-14T00:01:44.259+01:00The Suit Ling LibraryAngelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comBlogger198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-84443700714284842722010-10-04T12:25:00.000+02:002010-10-04T12:25:45.826+02:00Letting Go.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The shelves are constantly overflowing. I almost never get rid of books, although I probably should more often. When I do, however, I usually leave them behind at <a href="http://www.stadsmissionen.se/">Stadsmissionen</a> Hornsgatan - they're quite good at displaying, especially their paperbacks. Seems to be such a sweet place for the small ones to hang out with some like minded before being transferred to their new homes. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There's been one pile lying around, though, that I haven't had the heart to bring with me: hardcover editions of a few of my favourite novels. Took them to the flea market yesterday and after having just two old men even looking their way, I decided to give them away for free while packing up the car. Was pleased to see two teenage girls grab a few (Burroughs? Shakespeare?), and then a lady in her fifties reading the back cover of <a href="http://www.jeanettewinterson.com/">Jeanette Winterson</a>'s Gut Symmetries with a curious expression. I told her to please read it as it's really dear to me, and then pointed to an old Sun Axelsson I once loved and that I imagined she might like. She seemed truly happy and said she never would have chosen those if I hadn't talked so warmly about them. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Open recycling will be my next big thing.</span></div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-20934637929185980382010-09-02T21:18:00.000+02:002010-09-02T21:18:33.931+02:00The End.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOX3NGzVILEijbhkb-v8HEujy1a_WMcHNbMwjGHzvgFAlb092_BIV5BqkYj2x9GLMY4gmdg_MkmxrMpZ2G6DujCn1uQiyKqSY6cfCyzycla-31_ZeGqH9JTyVamcPFf5WEX05potcpw/s1600/BQ15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOX3NGzVILEijbhkb-v8HEujy1a_WMcHNbMwjGHzvgFAlb092_BIV5BqkYj2x9GLMY4gmdg_MkmxrMpZ2G6DujCn1uQiyKqSY6cfCyzycla-31_ZeGqH9JTyVamcPFf5WEX05potcpw/s320/BQ15.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The other day Anders Nilsen <a href="http://themonologuist.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-questions-15.html">announced</a> that the last issue of Big Questions will be out this fall. A mere fact that makes me want to cry. But supposedly one can expect a forthcoming collection of all 15 issues from Drawn & Quarterly in the future? After all, the first two BQ's are since long out of print. And I need - </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Endings, beginnings; since spring I've mostly been boxing, swimming and reading academic papers. It shows, I know. This fall will, however, be all about Literature, with a focus on gender perspectives. </span></div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-15404541962737313682010-07-12T22:41:00.004+02:002010-07-12T22:46:31.766+02:00Sitt ansiktes avtryck, eller stenens begär by Agneta Enckell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span><br />
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</div><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">det fanns något jag vägrade, som jag har glömt.</span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>var</i> jag ska gå, den höga tonens brytningspunkt mot tystnad, glas, blickens avtryck.</span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">vi drömmer kanske inte, har just vaknat.</span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">kanske inte tänkta, avslöjade. <i> den maktlösheten</i></span></blockquote></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(1998)</span></div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-21501280419917598622010-06-17T21:38:00.000+02:002010-06-17T21:38:19.568+02:00Versboken by Britt G. Hallqvist (1969)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tA7hstxGYCztojJM7rHaCQsbbLTTyFyDolZjDuFZHcFkXarAhtg33ao9DNV6FRiSBkz1fYUofMf-dN8XWJQBu3JNIdGKuPpOVGfxkI_m_xwaKcF_zS-WcVjg-jEA1xYbPytzQ2e6Hg/s1600/versboken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tA7hstxGYCztojJM7rHaCQsbbLTTyFyDolZjDuFZHcFkXarAhtg33ao9DNV6FRiSBkz1fYUofMf-dN8XWJQBu3JNIdGKuPpOVGfxkI_m_xwaKcF_zS-WcVjg-jEA1xYbPytzQ2e6Hg/s320/versboken.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tA7hstxGYCztojJM7rHaCQsbbLTTyFyDolZjDuFZHcFkXarAhtg33ao9DNV6FRiSBkz1fYUofMf-dN8XWJQBu3JNIdGKuPpOVGfxkI_m_xwaKcF_zS-WcVjg-jEA1xYbPytzQ2e6Hg/s1600/versboken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMB6zb_isFUlF2BzfzdCBdGG4vQXqR1TGpb7u9JuKEASojIk2500CCcm9Q2ibet6jXxeWHKGrzPAwWH0uzDg99I-OSPB35MUXVBe4oLRRg79Rxmnd7JqvIOiMYppTLClL0oH2tQelZZw/s1600/versbok2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMB6zb_isFUlF2BzfzdCBdGG4vQXqR1TGpb7u9JuKEASojIk2500CCcm9Q2ibet6jXxeWHKGrzPAwWH0uzDg99I-OSPB35MUXVBe4oLRRg79Rxmnd7JqvIOiMYppTLClL0oH2tQelZZw/s320/versbok2.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbkaMG741m24wPk8x-Gi4U38YMegL4dAY73t8CM1-bscUbDGdxg53MMhAtTGtsWSaC0VLK160FHnZOtZNvvbtp5GukMkzKSHNx5NQiE-Ln0j7028H2Qp9RsE_PPDhfCexiI5K1zA12A/s1600/versbok3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbkaMG741m24wPk8x-Gi4U38YMegL4dAY73t8CM1-bscUbDGdxg53MMhAtTGtsWSaC0VLK160FHnZOtZNvvbtp5GukMkzKSHNx5NQiE-Ln0j7028H2Qp9RsE_PPDhfCexiI5K1zA12A/s320/versbok3.jpg" /></a></div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-18326767641555869092010-06-17T20:35:00.000+02:002010-06-17T20:35:13.727+02:00Disaster Supplies: June<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Och tid förgår och tid sträcks ut, och tid</i></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>är som ett återfall i en lång sjukdom.</i></span></blockquote><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">/ Rainer Maria Rilke, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Rekviem</span></i>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-10235149693417944942010-06-14T22:11:00.000+02:002010-06-14T22:11:50.808+02:00Big Questions #14 by Anders Nilsen: Title and Deed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO00z7vzy32AXk6W61K_eevG2FZEVcjerVstJAsEYGHLt7JnJvrXxxWWHsFA39kVz7DplU1UBGGQ7u9KAWjwM9wlbGFnvqWCQwX6JwM_NGwmFbbt5DyO0pTQe2CFPDmmfnOeC0RsL1zw/s1600/bq14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO00z7vzy32AXk6W61K_eevG2FZEVcjerVstJAsEYGHLt7JnJvrXxxWWHsFA39kVz7DplU1UBGGQ7u9KAWjwM9wlbGFnvqWCQwX6JwM_NGwmFbbt5DyO0pTQe2CFPDmmfnOeC0RsL1zw/s320/bq14.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The Idiot. The tears. The drama. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://www.drawnandquarterly.com/shopCatalogLong.php?st=art&art=a412a2ff93b8e2">Buy/preview</a>.</span></div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-6929579546342654522010-05-03T13:28:00.001+02:002010-05-03T13:28:39.725+02:00Anticipation: N.B.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHysyCPMyL8Wtq5DPblXbQSz0qxMrJm2mgLAyVtT72GcSeFl9CbEoEM8Kax7_2cqIf6g7vJEEI0WjkRPmLCCr9aZf_lIu_Kx5kMUnzBvXb3ZPjpUgUroW4gtT02LkDqjvTdzjba74Iw/s1600/nb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHysyCPMyL8Wtq5DPblXbQSz0qxMrJm2mgLAyVtT72GcSeFl9CbEoEM8Kax7_2cqIf6g7vJEEI0WjkRPmLCCr9aZf_lIu_Kx5kMUnzBvXb3ZPjpUgUroW4gtT02LkDqjvTdzjba74Iw/s400/nb.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-64082994113166430982010-05-03T13:07:00.002+02:002010-05-03T13:08:35.281+02:00Disaster Supplies: May<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Vad finns det kvar åt oss som nu behöver</i></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>vartenda ord som svarar mot ett gränslöst</i></span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>i omätbara avstånd utlagt Hades.</i></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Harry Martinson, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aniara</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> (1956)</span>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-41244933813670110662010-05-02T18:56:00.005+02:002013-03-04T22:11:55.333+01:00Robert Crawford on T.S. Eliot's "Marina"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just found my favourite lecture at last year's </span><a href="http://ies.sas.ac.uk/events/TSE/index.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">T.S. Eliot International Summer School</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> online: </span><i><a href="http://www.britac.ac.uk/events/2009/Crawford-Warton.cfm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">T.S. Eliot's Daughter</span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, held by poet and professor of Scottish literature <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Crawford_(Scottish_poet)">Robert Crawford</a>. Not only is <a href="http://www.blackoutsun.com/commentary/marina/marina.html"><i>Marina</i></a> one of the poems I keep the closest, but Crawford seemed to have a certain (poet's) understanding that really shone through in his lecture, something which I perhaps felt other lectures lacked.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was a quite special moment afterwards, when Seamus Heaney, to end a rather excited discussion on the meaning of the poem's epigraph</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Quis hic locus</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, quae regio, quae mundi plaga? (*)</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> in relation to the rest of the poem's recalling the recognition scene in Shakespeare's <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pericles,_Prince_of_Tyre">Pericles</a> (**)</i>, suddenly said that it must be understood as a tuning fork for the rest of the poem, and nothing else. Some of us sighed out of gratitude for that on point remark.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(*) <i>"What place is this, what kingdom, what shores of the world?"</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Taken from Seneca the Younger's tragedy <i><a href="http://www.theoi.com/Text/SenecaHerculesFurens.html">Hercules Furens</a></i>, where these words are uttered by Hercules himself as he recovers from the insanity during which he has murdered his wife and children. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(**) Pericles, in mourning for his wife and for Marina, the daughter who is for long thought to be dead, has left his kingdom for the sea. To hopefully rouse him from his despair, a young woman is put before him to sing. As she tells him her life story they both realize that they are in fact father and daughter.</span></span>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-25730685713294278892010-04-21T15:40:00.000+02:002010-04-21T15:40:41.966+02:00Bakom garden by Åsa Sandell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5GYTaIoFLvh0yYhFR4KgcV1YwAkj7-pf4xc6JOUxWAYXillpQWQgOm5QEsc80kNg0SpoJ-8S9Ar_Cv0NM4FwF_H42eQYqWS26OKGF2hxb-eKAqhIMUx11gOE0l3eQnHZbHkXtVORQw/s1600/bakomgarden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5GYTaIoFLvh0yYhFR4KgcV1YwAkj7-pf4xc6JOUxWAYXillpQWQgOm5QEsc80kNg0SpoJ-8S9Ar_Cv0NM4FwF_H42eQYqWS26OKGF2hxb-eKAqhIMUx11gOE0l3eQnHZbHkXtVORQw/s320/bakomgarden.jpg" /></a></div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-82293074644364670692010-04-19T17:52:00.001+02:002010-04-20T01:07:05.063+02:00Currently Reading: Oates<blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The writer contemplates his opposite in the boxer, who is all public display, all risk and, ideally improvisation: he will know his limit in a way that a writer, like all artists, never quite knows his limits - for we who write live in a kaleidoscopic world of ever-shifting assessments and judgments, unable to determine whether it is revelation or supreme self-delusion that fuels our most crucial efforts.</span></i></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>On Boxing</i> (1987)</span>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-42468107433592378152010-04-12T00:23:00.000+02:002010-04-12T00:23:41.223+02:00Disaster Supplies: April<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">G</span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">o, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,</span></i></blockquote><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.</span></i></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind</span></i></blockquote><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cannot bear very much reality.</span></i></blockquote></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
T.S. Eliot, <i>Burnt Norton</i>. </span></span>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-23269011784164322502010-03-12T16:44:00.001+01:002010-03-12T16:46:28.851+01:00Ellis Island by Georges Perec<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XuuMop8wENkIaXK2TLrMaGk8CsIsYZB7x7XFOfWCtO7uU0oXAcadDNehxZTUBaJzlxyaUECBBKpS0csoKIGY2Ga1TYT9ImDTovUgooS1GMrah_U2vmdOivHYEYOWIOVG-6IyH8fc1A/s1600-h/ellisperec.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XuuMop8wENkIaXK2TLrMaGk8CsIsYZB7x7XFOfWCtO7uU0oXAcadDNehxZTUBaJzlxyaUECBBKpS0csoKIGY2Ga1TYT9ImDTovUgooS1GMrah_U2vmdOivHYEYOWIOVG-6IyH8fc1A/s320/ellisperec.png" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Rainer Maria Rilke, <i>Sonetterna till Orfeus</i> II:XIII</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://www.polyamory.org/~howard/Poetry/rilke_orpheusII13.html">English, German</a>.</span>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-91279035987951878712010-02-10T16:19:00.000+01:002010-02-10T16:19:37.858+01:00Du är rötterna som sover vid mina fötter och håller jorden på plats by Eli Levén<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DKHaNfCkxEYRlOSpQJruKgE_PaswewotMIGT54_i0M-W5K9n8ZdNRI-GiSSud6K80rJIVMMylHBpvFdIpp5KIdJt-yPc6iPMRltO0kXjgB2aKk4Ia3r8Q_yaJRZuslncj0mAOuNTXg/s1600-h/duarrotterna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DKHaNfCkxEYRlOSpQJruKgE_PaswewotMIGT54_i0M-W5K9n8ZdNRI-GiSSud6K80rJIVMMylHBpvFdIpp5KIdJt-yPc6iPMRltO0kXjgB2aKk4Ia3r8Q_yaJRZuslncj0mAOuNTXg/s320/duarrotterna.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Need to think about this for a while.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">61% by female authors</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">36% by Scandinavian authors (mostly female graphic novelists)</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">14% by authors of Asian descent</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">25% on feminist issues</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">10%+ by/on Susan Sontag</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Best reading experience: <i><a href="http://www.tristan.icom43.net/quartets/gidding.html">Little Gidding</a></i> on the way to <a href="http://www.littlegiddingchurch.org.uk/">Little Gidding</a> during T.S. Eliot International Summer School, London University. </span><br />
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</div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-80939315102308061472010-01-05T10:39:00.003+01:002010-02-06T22:04:33.325+01:00Lady in Waiting: A New Nina Bouraoui<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalnxU3T4uWh2gABfH1T77pvSrmebfSH5HKsb1gkzBA_41XYRaqd-EtvL_lT18iNhSE1Dhe-jtMHrYbzFih8VfwVBMivJSTVMTFpz9PHWee96XL7mY7zNL1mIGLRN69n4QL2pEq9_miA/s1600-h/nbbok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalnxU3T4uWh2gABfH1T77pvSrmebfSH5HKsb1gkzBA_41XYRaqd-EtvL_lT18iNhSE1Dhe-jtMHrYbzFih8VfwVBMivJSTVMTFpz9PHWee96XL7mY7zNL1mIGLRN69n4QL2pEq9_miA/s320/nbbok.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The novel is called <i>Nos Baisers sont des adieux</i> and will be out on <a href="http://www.editions-stock.fr/stock/CtlPrincipal">Éditions Stock</a> on March 24. I shall be holding my breath until then.</span></div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-8090392554486532072009-12-28T20:39:00.005+01:002009-12-28T20:42:38.093+01:00Birthday Letters by Ted Hughes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZdbV1vr5e72lVGwli_h-xUquiROj6dW41XVKNdzPOJpkVN3OF0HS6Vg5QouNE_VcdlyuGIx2-esPMwdDSuRijIPjeSQwEUq1DgytATWmhtXpP9OZOsFtl-veGNqjbFp8ySEeHjxT4A/s1600-h/birthdayletters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZdbV1vr5e72lVGwli_h-xUquiROj6dW41XVKNdzPOJpkVN3OF0HS6Vg5QouNE_VcdlyuGIx2-esPMwdDSuRijIPjeSQwEUq1DgytATWmhtXpP9OZOsFtl-veGNqjbFp8ySEeHjxT4A/s320/birthdayletters.jpg" /></span></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Red on blue hurts the eye, but obviously makes for great covers. In a similar way, this moment happens to be both weird and perfect for finishing a collection like </span><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birthday_Letters"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Birthday Letters</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. </span></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In the 88 poems that broke Hughes' (almost) silence 35 years after Sylvia Plath's death, he finally speaks of their life together.</span><br />
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</blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>While we married. </i></span><br />
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</div><blockquote><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Terror</i></span><br />
</blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Was the cloud of you</i></span><br />
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</div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-80607522116041303262009-12-14T00:42:00.002+01:002009-12-28T20:44:43.931+01:00Disaster Supplies: December<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>/... / En del ögon är alltid släckta</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Där sover dåsiga drömska djur</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>som för alltid gått ur vintern</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Drömdjur, skrämseldjur</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Kallblodiga med förhårdnade naglar</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I evighet utstötta ur rasen /.../</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Katarina Frostenson, <i>Huset är kvinnligt /</i> <i>Rena Land </i>(1980)</span>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-1572335122247954322009-12-12T18:39:00.001+01:002009-12-12T18:40:19.011+01:00Reborn (Early Diaries 1947-1964) by Susan Sontag, Ed. by David Rieff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvldFkR_eLfJjiO9Il7WgSbOTE0wH2kqN7IA2_Ma9wpSgGHFkuttnhN6aMnXKe955U0JPOJYy0kVa5ed1CvVWa_MqmOtTexEGrmAOkwSM8Trv_1R63OEvw7Xdk7MZkEFGMScUORe7dKg/s1600-h/reborn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvldFkR_eLfJjiO9Il7WgSbOTE0wH2kqN7IA2_Ma9wpSgGHFkuttnhN6aMnXKe955U0JPOJYy0kVa5ed1CvVWa_MqmOtTexEGrmAOkwSM8Trv_1R63OEvw7Xdk7MZkEFGMScUORe7dKg/s320/reborn.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's been so long since I first fell in love with <a href="http://suitling.blogspot.com/2008/07/currently-reading-sontag.html">the first sentences</a> of <i>Illness as Metaphor</i> that I almost can't believe that I actually managed to finish this masterpiece today. </span><br />
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</div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-3778856921625182162009-12-07T12:45:00.002+01:002009-12-07T14:53:52.578+01:00The Old Child by Jenny Erpenbeck<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7L76AJwNKGZVqgiaDVBYTNJHr9gdhJIQEzL98Sk7SoHobe2IDJah-pV-ucyc-5kZozcG6Kitk4mUwRyxgwju14uv0XbB5l8Bza6EIDdxAauNfdxpT2l1BZow2ThiDJdPGztFtQvv-Q/s1600-h/gamlabarnet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7L76AJwNKGZVqgiaDVBYTNJHr9gdhJIQEzL98Sk7SoHobe2IDJah-pV-ucyc-5kZozcG6Kitk4mUwRyxgwju14uv0XbB5l8Bza6EIDdxAauNfdxpT2l1BZow2ThiDJdPGztFtQvv-Q/s320/gamlabarnet.jpg" /></span></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A girl who appears to be <i>hewn from a single block of wood</i> is found in the middle of the street one day, holding a bucket. Nobody knows who she is or where she's going - neither does she. The Police take her to the city's orphanage where she does all she can not to be noticed, to become the lowest ranked child of all.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Seldomly have I had the opportunity to read a novel that describes the hopelessness of being human so well, philosophically. The only stories I can think of at the moment that appeal to me personally, would be Woolf's <a href="http://suitling.blogspot.com/2007/12/orlando-by-virginia-woolf.html"><i>Orlando</i></a><i> </i>and Kafka's <a href="http://records.viu.ca/~johnstoi/stories/kafka-E.htm"><i>Metamorphosis</i></a>. <i>The Old Child</i> is, with the dry tone and that wonderful precocious style sort of Kafkaesque, however feminist. That is: not bad at all. </span><br />
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</div>Angelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00325652469480655908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7529224019120865804.post-25109606100178834332009-12-01T12:25:00.001+01:002009-12-01T14:31:49.240+01:00L'Ingratitude by Ying Chen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW7VkKa-egAbkDhA8B9vbSdUWVlj5kNahOVJyIXFztw-UEEZhXSirHBOX5JdW6ENJmN9fG9bcLAWK82pwqyb6C1329ZxyVha39BozzsQGZWr9mqGKRyUy_57zGHMdWze_jJOO9k-bWOg/s1600/denotacksamma.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW7VkKa-egAbkDhA8B9vbSdUWVlj5kNahOVJyIXFztw-UEEZhXSirHBOX5JdW6ENJmN9fG9bcLAWK82pwqyb6C1329ZxyVha39BozzsQGZWr9mqGKRyUy_57zGHMdWze_jJOO9k-bWOg/s320/denotacksamma.png" /></a><br />
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