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hornyforpoetry · 1 year
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The Five Stages of Reading Albert Camus
 1. The Discovery – ”The Stranger” (1942)
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 „The Stranger” is unquestionably the best choice for anyone who wants to get to know Albert Camus. It's so simple that it fools you at first. You think it's going to be an easy read, but when you finish the book and put it down, you don't even know your name or if it even matters to have a name. It will probably keep your mind busy for months and make you think about the true meaning of life. You will most likely never be the same person again.
 2. Falling in Love – ”Betwixt and Between” (1937) // ”The Fall” (1956) // ”Exile and the Kingdom” (1957)
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After "The Stranger" has had time to settle and stick in your mind (a process that takes about six months to a year), it's time to explore other writing. Camus doesn't use the same language in every book, so it's important to be careful what you choose to read after. The best options to fall irrevocably in love with this French philosopher are ”Betwixt and Between”, which is his very first published book, ”The Fall”, which offers a very interesting narrative perspective, or ”Exile and the Kingdom”, his only collection of short stories. After going through these, your heart will be caught in the nets of love for Camus.
 3. The Surprise – ”The Plague” (1947) // ”A Happy Death” (written 1936–38, published 1971) // ”Summer” (1954) // ”Nuptials” (1938)
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After the reader has gone through the above books, he will have the impression that he knows Camus. Now is the time for him to have the surprise of his life. Camus managed the feat of not giving the audience the same thing twice. That is why each of his writings is unique. Some are easier to read and digest, some are not. At this stage, it is time to get acquainted with its more difficult side. "The Plague" is a story that shakes you to the core and is difficult for even the best readers to get through. ”The Happy Death” should never have seen the light of day, being the first version of what we now know as The Stranger. "Summer" and "Nuptials" are dubbed essays and are similar in format to ”Betwixt and Between”, but here Camus approaches a completely new language, so poetic and refined that it instantly wins you over. Only after the reader goes through these books can he say that he understands a part of Camus.
 4. Not just a writer – ”The Myth of Sisyphus” (1942) // „The Rebel” (1951) // Theatre Plays // Journalism Articles
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 Camus was not only a great French writer. He was also a philosopher (though he never called himself that), a journalist and a playwright. If you are interested in fully understanding Camus, you must also understand his writings in other fields. "The Myth of Sisyphus" is the essay that formed the basis of the formation of a new philosophical current called absurdism. "The Rebel" continues the work started by "The Myth of Sisyphus", going much deeper into the issues related to the meaning of life, art, war, etc. Plays like "Caligula" (1938) or "The Misunderstanding" (1944) are wonderful pieces of art in the history of the theater, while summing up the entire philosophy of Camus. His journalistic articles reveal a Camus involved in society, trying to change something in one way or another through writing. "Reflections on the Guillotine" (1957) for example was an important work that contributed to the abolition of the death penalty in France. Camus never confined his writing to a single specialization, and this can be seen in the skill with which he explored the power of the word in its various forms.
5. Camus the Human – ”The First Man” (incomplete, published 1994) // ”American Journals” (1978) // ”Correspondence (1944–1959)” // ”Notebooks”
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At this point, after going through all these readings, we also want to find out who was the man behind the word. Camus put many things from his personal life into writing, but in this selection we have the most personal point of view. ”The First Man” was supposed to be an autobiographical novel, but Camus died before he could finish it. The remaining manuscript was revised and published years after the author's death. "American Journals" captures a highly sensitive moment in his life, an existential crisis in Camus's life. ”Correspondence” is an exchange of letters between Camus and the woman with probably the greatest influence in his life, Maria Casares. Finally, the "Notebooks" are a collection made from the notes that Camus wrote over the years in his countless notebooks. Every intimate thought, beginning of a novel, reflection, trace of feeling, all these complete the image of Camus as a man.
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Congratulations! If you have reached this point, you have managed to go through all the stages of knowledge and you can call yourself a true fan of Albert Camus. Now go and spread his teachings to other little outstiders. And don't forget, the only purpose of life is to be happy (reading Camus together).
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rustbeltjessie · 1 year
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There are verb tenses in writing that are not taught in schools. These are tenses that one learns instead when one grows older and knows that things will either be or not be, when one finds out that one might have been or might not have been something or other. I will refer to these tenses as the future imagined and the past imagined.
The future imagined is contingent upon daydreaming, that is, the type of daydreaming that can foretell the future. If I write in the future imagined, you may not know it. Whenever I write my daydreams, I am writing in the future imagined. In this type of daydreaming, the boundary between reality and the imaginary is blurred, and because this type of daydreaming brings the same daydream over and over again, we live out the same moment an endless amount of times, until that moment takes on the same qualities as our memories. Who is to say that what occurs in my dreams or my daydreams did not really happen to me? If I live them and experience them with the same intensity that I experience events in real life, then who is to say that these dreams or these daydreams are not real? If you follow me into my dreams, then__________.
When we write about dreams, we write them in the past imagined. So too do we write in the past imagined when we write about old love affairs, because nothing is as unreal, as dreamy as love. And nothing is as confusing, as cryptic, as encoded as what occurs, as what is said, when we leave a love affair and suddenly have to live again outside of that dream, that dream where something could occur, might occur, should occur, would occur, could have occurred, might have occurred, should have occurred, or would have occurred.
—Jenny Boully, from Betwixt-and-Between: Essays on the Writing Life (Coffee House Press, April 2018)
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pratchettquotes · 2 years
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"What's it like, being a wereman?" said Windle.
Lupine shrugged. "Lonely," he said.
"Hmm?"
"You don't fit in, you see. When I'm a wolf I remember what it's like to be a man, and vice versa. Like...I mean...sometimes...sometimes, right, when I'm wolf-shaped, I run up into the hills...in the winter, you know, when there's a crescent moon in the sky and a crust on the snow and the hills go on forever...and the other wolves, well, they feel what it's like, of course, but they don't know like I do. To feel and know at the same time. No one else knows what that's like. That's the bad part. Knowing there's no one else..."
Windle became aware of teetering on the edge of a pit of sorrows. He never knew what to say in moments like this.
Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man
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betwixtyiff · 1 month
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One long day at the beach~
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Delicate Razor Sharp Robust Demure Women of All Ages
I’m on a seesaw
and a maiden
sits on one side,
a crone on the other.
I am a mother
in the middle,
with the unexplained urge
to join the crone
and send the maiden flying off
her seat from
the imbalance-
or to push the crone off
and just take her place.
Seesaw and merry go round games,
hanging upside down in a dress
on the monkey bars
not caring what my
underwear looks like,
I want to cry out,
to jump from the top
of the slide on a dare,
to swing until I flip the seat,
to sing as loud as I like,
to pick the dandelions
feeling as fragile as their parachute seeds
as I blow them away,
to stomp on a crack,
to bleed and not weep,
to stand with legs wide apart between
the maiden and crone
and declare myself
High Flaming Witch Ruler Mother
of Roses and Swords-
I am beyond whimsy,
and the only mystery
about women is we have always
been this way.
Which is
whatever way we wish
to be.
We can be deadly
and frail,
stalwart and
falling apart.
Stop telling us
how we must be.
Or go play
somewhere else.
@genvieve-of-the-wood November 4, 2022
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atpverse · 4 months
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Betwixt and Between update!
I am just... not sending out three chapters for AtPverse Daily.
Chapters 40-42 were all this "mysterious magical meeting" that I had in there, with all the magicians/sorcerers/etc from the land came and talked about the "darkness problem" left behind in the wake of Xehanort's death.
Sounds really cool, honestly. I wrote it while I worked at Disney World. Lots of fun easter eggs.
But that's all it is. Easter eggs. Nothing for the plot, and honestly *I* find it uninteresting reading it again.
When rar and I first talked about sending this stuff out and we were considering what might not get sent out (mostly superfluous stuff from Can't Escape or stuff that didn't Age Well) I remember thinking that those chapters were probably getting axed because they do nothing for the plot.
Well, I axed them. They're still on AO3 (and obviously ffnet) for posterity. If and when I do more major edits on the series, I will try to do them better justice. (And if I can't better incorporate them into the plot, they're just gonna stay axed I suppose??)
If I *do* major edits, it's probably getting reposted on AO3 entirely, and the original will remain up.
Okay, enough rambling for now.
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songlyr1cs · 6 months
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“Betwixt and between, a fantastic dream and the fear. D’you wonder where she is this afternoon?”
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“And even the places that she’s never been with you seem awful empty without her”
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“You can’t look into those eyes. Down no telephone line. What if you were right first time?”
~ (What If You Were Right the First Time? — Arctic Monkeys)
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maskedgremlin · 10 months
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Death, the occult, and unsolved disappearances all revolving around the discovery of a ritual that summons a mysterious frequency accessed through your TV. An urban legend? Scary story? Possibly just a fun kids game? This thought-to-be-lost unexplained mystery has once again resurfaced and seemingly tuned back into our world. This place between frequencies known as The Lost Channel. For those who have made contact with this horror , stories of brainwashing, the paranormal, interactions with otherworldly figures and parallel realities are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to these scary stories of those who have crossed it's path. A warning to the curious, not all who tune in, tune back out ]:}
Join me as I craft and unravel the eerie tale of The Lost Channel.
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days-of-reading · 2 years
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Peter Mendelsund and David J. Alworth, The Look of the Book (2020)
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stimtickle · 8 months
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I went into his prison cell
To write his story, if he'd tell
He spoke as tears, fell from his eyes
And told me when, and how and why
And he said
I asked my love to take a walk
Just to walk, a little ways
And as we walked, then we could talk
About our future wedding day
But when she said, she could never be mine
Well I held a knife against her breast
As into my arms she pressed
She cried "my love, don't you murder me
'Cause I'm not prepared for eternity"
Then only say that you'll be mine
And in no others' arms entwine
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the Ohio
I started home twixt twelve and one
I cried, "My God, what have I done?"
I've killed the one I love tonight
Because she would not be my bride
Well only say that you'll be mine
And in no others' arms entwine
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the Ohio
Down by the banks of the Ohio
Save my soul Lord
Save my soul
There beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the Ohio
-Banks of the Ohio/Dolly Parton
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pentanguine · 1 year
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Have just extricated myself from the worst case of binding mis-sizing since the XS Sports Bra of Denial in 2017.
Like, I had this thing on for maybe five minutes, it's half an hour later, and my shoulders still ache like hell, my hands are tingly, and my throat hurts from when I broke out coughing while trying to get it off. That was painful! Holy shit! And this was the size their sizing chart said I was! Oh my god!
Unsure how to proceed.
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thegothicalice · 10 months
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Betwixt Between 📚 Tiny bookstore facade with upper apartment! In an 11”x14” shadowbox; cardboard, wood, acetate, moss, paint and paper, with premade bottles & planters.
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rustbeltjessie · 1 year
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The brittle nature of things makes us love them and wish to preserve them. Only when your grandmother is old do you begin to wish that she would live forever. Only when a keepsake begins to show signs of decay or when a beloved sweater begins to fray do we want to treat it more tenderly or perhaps handle it less than we should like. —Jenny Boully, from Betwixt-and-Between: Essays on the Writing Life (Coffee House Press, April 2018)
The way things become more lustrous, dearer, when we know they, or we, are disappearing. (This might be, incidentally, the beginning of an ethics.) —Ross Gay, from Inciting Joy (Algonquin, 2022)
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Ah, Major Winchester, the party of one! Dinner is served.
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betwixtyiff · 1 month
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A day at the beach kept my heart so full
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In my (very limited*) experience with Big Finish they seem incredibly allergic to making speaking non-diegetic like, if a voice is heard that is a character speaking out loud and if multiple characters are in a scene one character saying things means the other must be stood silently waiting for them to finish like. Come one we can get a bit more interesting than this
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