The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all…I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, […]Eugène Ionesco — The Vale of Soul-Making
But don’t leave me, delicate mind!
Don’t let me go crazy.
Sweet wounded reason, don’t
leave me now.
Don’t leave me. Let me die, without fear,
a clean lovely death, like Empedocles, who smiled as he fell
into the crater.”
— Miklós Radnóti, “Maybe …,” Clouded Sky. ( Sheep Meadow; Revised edition August 1, 2003)Miklós Radnóti — The Vale of Soul-Making
When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if […]Charlie Chaplin — The Vale of Soul-Making
A passport, with all of its stamps and visas, can reveal quite a bit about the bearer. How many travelers have played the where have you been game by passing passports around a train compartment or a hostel common room ? Imagine what we could discover from the passports of our great writers. Here are […]Literary Passports — Travel Between The Pages
Loneliness isn’t limited to being alone. It transcends to a form where even though you are surrounded by everyone you want to be surrounded by, you still feel utterly alone. Loneliness is not the physical manifestations of people but the mental manifestation of us in their minds. If we are not in their minds when […] Defeat. — Smoke Words Every Day
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‘Our society is one not of spectacle, but of surveillance; under the surface of images, one invests bodies in depth; behind the great abstraction of exchange, there continues the meticulous, concrete training of useful forces; the circuits of communication are the supports of an accumulation and a centralization of knowledge; […]Michel Foucault — microprose
On this day in 1892, German philosopher Walter Benjamin was born, a man of words whose life was devoted to writing and philosophy after being rejected by the German Army due to incompetence. Best known for his essay writing and literary criticism, he was a translator of French authors such as Charles Baudelaire and Marcel […]Birth of Walter Benjamin — Trあnslator’s magazine
Happy birthday, Georges Perec! Here are some quotes from his writing:
“Space is a doubt…” “Why not set a higher value on dispersal?” “I write: I write… I write: ‘I write…’ I write that I write… Etc.” “To write: to try meticulously to retain something, to cause something to survive; […]Georges Perec on Writing, Space, the Uninhabitable, and More. — BIG OTHER
Latest update on what’s happening (Aug 28th 2020): Next open air, outdoors, off-line SpokenWord is Monday 31st August. Keep an eye on the events on our Facebook page for details closer to the time or sign up for the mailing list (click on the blue stamp on the righthand side of this page). Spoken World […]Open air, off-line Spoken Word in Paris on 31st August, outdoors at Place Louis Aragon. Spoken World Online continues in cyberspace. AWOL writers’ workshop is now back at the Chat Noir every Sunday. — SpokenWord Paris
Today is the anniversary of the birth of Edgar Lee Masters (born in Kansas on 23 August 1868), the author of the “Spoon River Anthology”. This is collection of short poems condemning the hypocrisies and cruelty of society. The accusations come from the mouth of the dead buried in their graves. Here is one of […]Regrets — words and music and stories