Category: Literature
Pillar of the past
It should be worthy of praise to consolidate our former great attainments, as long as it does not make draining inroads into the soul life and make us sinister. If we wish to stay on the heights we have reached, we must…
By Cezar
A Saffron Solitude
An earlier post was deleted in order to make way for this one. Somehow the earlier one did not do justice to my evolving thoughts. Or did it ? …
Photo de classe | Année?
Photo que j'ai gardée, sûrement venant du groupe, je lis difficilement "classe enfants - novembre 1953/55?" , je ne sais si c'est l'école du Diable ou du Doux Jésus, j'ai recadré la photo et mise dans le blog pour avoir…
By gmalette
The Last Encounter
As you walk through the desert, encountering other people becomes scarce. It is less and less interesting to walk the path, the others seem to trigger less and less an emotion in your soul. The encounters begin to be…
By Cezar
Literolinguista
... s.n. imigrante das fronteiras ilusórias da linguística e literatura...…
Tool Series #2 — Multi-Tool, Part 4
We’ve been discussing the so called Writing Multi-tool in this Tool Series. Basically, the idea is to develop several writing strategies with which you can switch back and forth smoothly when writing scenes. I use…
By daletucker
The unexceptional late thirties male against COVID-19, genital herpes, and $18 an hour employment
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Returning Home
The word or the feeling of "home" definitely has different connotations for each one of us. One person's feelings can never replicate the other's. As far as I am concerned, since childhood, vast libraries and bookshops…
Le Kapeau des vieilles paroissiennes
Voici une grande coiffe que portaient les femmes de notre paroisse déjà âgées ou veuves: dans mon souvenir, une dame portait cette coiffe à Kergouric à côté de la pharmacie....(famille HERVIO?)…
By gmalette
A song for you
Breath Drifting in a small boat on a silent lake, the rain began to fall and the herons flew away as the wind blew the rain into in my face and scratched at the dark surface of the water in the faint greenish light of…
By toomuchrose