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quoteablebooks · 10 months

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Genre: Historical Fiction, Fantasy, Adult

Rating: 5 out of 5

Trigger Warning: Child Abuse, Death, Suicide, Blood, Emotional Abuse, Death of a parent, sexual content

Summary:

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night. But behind the scenes, a fierce competition is underway—a duel between two young magicians, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood expressly for this purpose by their mercurial instructors. Unbeknownst to them, this is a game in which only one can be left standing, and the circus is but the stage for a remarkable battle of imagination and will. Despite themselves, however, Celia and Marco tumble headfirst into love—a deep, magical love that makes the lights flicker and the room grow warm whenever they so much as brush hands. True love or not, the game must play out, and the fates of everyone involved, from the cast of extraordinary circus performers to the patrons, hang in the balance, suspended as precariously as the daring acrobats overhead. Written in rich, seductive prose, this spell-casting novel is a feast for the senses and the heart.

*Opinions*

The Night Circus is one of those books that I have heard about for years, but never really knew what it was about or if I would like it. Now that I have read it, I understand why people have a hard time describing this book to other people in a way that would capture the magic of this novel, no pun intended. As a former skeptic, I would urge anyone looking at the reviews to see if they want to read this book to do it. This was such an engaging book and truly wraps up all your senses as you are pulled into the magical world that is The Night Circus.

After reading this novel, sitting here trying to describe it to someone without recapping the entire book would be difficult. It isn’t that the writing is difficult or complex, but the world of this novel is so fantastical and dream-like that much like the patrons of Le Cirque des Reves it is hard to capture it into words once you leave it. Even the way that the novel is set up, moving between time, space, and characters, was like walking through the circus and popping into a different tent to see what is happening behind the white and black striped flaps. Morgenstern brings the reader into the novel, not just with the small sections using the second person narration, but also the beautiful descriptions of the smells, textures, and even temperatures of the scenes that made everything so vivid in my mind. I am not usually the type of person that “sees pictures” when I read, but I knew exactly what everything looked like as if I was watching a movie. Tell stories in a way that matters, that touches other people, as the book points out, is a different type of magic.

The magic system is never explained, which doesn’t bother me, but I can see it being a problem for other people. A lot of this novel is based on atmosphere that the magic creates instead of the inner workings of how that magic works. For me, the fact that Celia uses a more feeling based and internal magic versus Marco who uses a more academic and external based magic was enough of an explanation. I didn’t want to see behind the curtain in to how Celia made the Wishing Tree or Marco created the Ice Garden besides the small glimpses that the two magicians gave each other. I am fine with going on vibes and nothing else with a magic system, but I know that other people would want to dig in and get the specifics of how manipulation on such a large scale was managed.

In fact, there are only two parts of the novel that bothered me, and both were around the romance. If you really really don’t want spoilers, stop now. Okay, so I hate that the first time that Celia and Marco are intimate is after the death of someone who is important to her. This is a trope that I am finding just doesn’t work for me, having sex for the first time before the big battle or while one or both of the characters are grieving. For me, it just cheapens the moment with the decision being driven by “life is short and I am scared of death” instead of “I am in love with you and want this for no other reason than I love you.” This is just a personal preference, but I hated it after all the beautiful moments at the 13th anniversary party and in the Illusionist tent. The second issue I had is that I wanted a more definitive ending for Marco and Celia. It is clear that they are bound forever to the circus, manipulating it however they wish, but I would have liked one scene in the second person narration where you think you see a couple walking arm and arm, but when you look over they have vanished. I wanted confirmation after the panic of saving the circus, Marco and Celia are together and happy forever. These are small complaints, which is why they stood out so much.

Usually, I prefer character driven stories instead of plot driven stories, but even though we never got very close to the characters in this novel, I felt for all of them even if I wasn’t attached. When you get to the end of the story and it is framed as a story being told, that made this distance make more sense, but it didn’t bother me while reading it for the first time. I felt for Celia enduring her abusive father all those years and Marco during all of those years of isolation. I like the charismatic Chandresh Lefevre and felt sad for Tara and Herr Theissen, but it was all a step removed. Because of the atmosphere of this novel that wasn’t a detracting factor, but just something I realized while reading. I liked these characters and wanted them to be happy, but wasn’t so emotionally invested that I shed a tear throughout the novel.

This book is magical to me and I can’t wait to get a copy for myself to return to this world again and again. I am about to buy a red scarf to join the ranks of the reveurs who follow the circus around, so to speak. This is also going to be my answer when people ask me “what fictional world would you want to visit?” I want to see the Ice Garden and get chocolate mice and watch magical acts that make no sense. While there are a few small issues that make this a 4.5 out of 5 stars for me, I have to round it up to a 5 because I just had such a great time reading it.

#the night circus #erin morgenstern #booklr #book review #5 out of 5 stars

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iminkandpaper · 2 years

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Top travel destinations:

Rivendell

Ketterdam

Le Cirque Des Reves

The Little Palace

A Taylor Swift concert

Locke's grave

The Elfhame Palace

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#.ranting like a madwoman #grishaverse #six of crows #tfota #the night circus #taylor swift #swiftie #tsnation #soc #close to midnight ramblings #almost midnight ramblings

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mygbrazil · 7 years

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21052017 - BTS via Twitter

Assistimos um dos 4 melhores shows de Las Vegas!!!* O melhor show de nossas vidas!!! Foi tão agradável!!! @.cirque #.KA 😍🙌👍🌃🙏

*Referindo-se aos 4 melhores shows do Cirque du Soleil em Las Vegas, que inclui Ka, Le Reve e O.

#mygbrazil #mygarchives #bts #yoongi #suga #슈가 #agust d #min yoongi #twitter

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embroideryobsession · 3 months

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Introducing Le Cirque des Reves… The Circus of Dream from Mischka Aoki New FW22 Collection

#mischka aoki #ilovethis #handmade embroidery #couture

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chiyuki-hiro · 10 months

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Tsukiko - You may prefer to be solitary, but you will find joy in connection. Do not abandon yourself.

#uquiz #the night circus #erin morgenstern #tsukiko the night circus

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readingforsanity · 1 year

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The Night Cirus | Erin Morgenstern | Published 2011 | *SPOILERS*

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black and white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Reves, and it is only open at night.

But behind the scenes, a fierce competition is underway - a duel between two young magicians, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood expressly for this purpose by their mercurial instructors.

Unbeknownst to them, this is a game in which only one can be left standing, and the circus is but the stage for a remarkable battle of imagination and will. Despite themselves, however, Celia and Marco tumble headfirst into love - a deep, magical love that makes the lights flicker and the room grow warm whenever they so much as brush hands.

True love or not, the game must play out, and the fates of everyone involved, from the cast of extraordinary circus performers to the patrons, hang in the balance, suspended as precariously as the daring acrobats overhead.

Written in rich, seductive prose, this spell-casting novel is a feast for the senses and the heart.

A game...a competition. It is forced upon two young souls who are destined for such great things. There is Celia Bowen, daughter of Hector Bowen, more prominently known as Prospero the Enchanter. He is spent his entire adult life enchanting those with “magic”. Her competitior? Marco, a young orphan boy who is taken from his orphanage by the man in the grey suit, often known as A.H., only few know him as Alexander.

For years, they are groomed to become the best of the best. Celia is a clever illusionist, but they’re not simple illusions. They’re real, though she is able to manipulate audiences into believing that what they’re seeing isn’t real at all. Marco is also clever in his own way. And the game they’re playing is a sinister competition brought forth by Hector and Alexander to prove who is the better of the two.

And thus the venue for their game is created: it is a circus, though not like any circus anyone has ever heard of. It is open only from dusk to dawn, and there are no clowns or anything of the sort. There are acrobats and contortionists, along with Celia as the illusionist, as well as a tarot card reader named Isobel. The circus is created by an eccentric rich man named Chandresh, who is Marco’s employer. When Celia auditons for the circus, he comes to realize that she is his competition. Isobel, who is Marco’s lover, also joins the circus in her attempt to help Marco win the game, though neither Marco or Celia know how this is to be accomplished.

For years, they create various attractions for the circus as their “play”, much like a game of chess. Oftentimes, Marco will create something he knows would please Celia, and Celia will add onto it, knowing it would please Marco. Though they are not meant to be collaborating on various things, they choose to do so either way.

The circus continues for many years, and thus the game continues. Celia’s father is found to be only a shadow of himself, no longer the mighty man he once was. He is simply a shadow that shows himself only to those who are deemed worthy. And A.H. is a seemingly ageless man who has no shadow, something the twins, Widget and Poppett have come to gather as their time in the circus. Their parents were in charge of the menagerie tent, and they are taking lessons from Celia herself. Widget is able to see the past, while Poppett is able to see the future, though hers are not in such certain terms as the past.

Bailey, a young man from Massachusetts, had visited the circus as a child and came into contact with Poppett, and ever since, has been obsessed. When it returns 6 years later, he visits every night, striking up a friendship with Poppett and Widget, who give him access to the circus that no other patron ever has.

But things are quickly going wrong with the circus. It isn’t apparent to the patrons, but to those who live and breathe the circus, the air feels differently. Marco and Celia, against the odds, have fallen in love with each other. And they learn that the endgame of the circus is that the one deemed the victor will be able to live, while the loser will be dead. Neither wants that for the other, but are willing to do what they can. But without them, there is no circus.

After Tsukiko, the contortionist and the winner of the previous games held as Alexander’s victor, tries to end one of their lives in order to keep the circus afloat, Celia and Marco end up in some sort of void that keeps them together, bound to the circus forever. Celia is able to give her powers, or whatever you may want to call them, over to Bailey, who then becomes the ageless proprietor of the circus himself, keeping it going for hundreds of years to come.

Discussion Questions

1. The novel opens with a quote from Oscar Wilde: “A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world”. How is this sentiment explored in The Night Circus? Who in the novel is a dreamer? And what is their punishment for being so? Bailey is the dreamer of the novel. He has dreams to be more than just a farmer like his father, a dream that is carried on from his grandmother, who wishes him to go on to college. She realizes these dreams are different for everyone, but for Bailey, she simply wants more. But his destiny is Poppett and the circus, something that becomes undoubtedly clear toward the end of the book.

2. The novel frequently changes narrative perspective. How does this transition shape your reading of the novel and your connection to the characters and the circus? Why do you think the author chose to tell the story from varied perspectives? I found it to be a bit confusing, as sometimes there was no telling who’s perspective you were reading until a few paragraphs in. But, there were many perspectives we needed to know in order to understand the book.

3. The narrative also follows a non-linear sequence - shifting at times from present to past. How effective was this method in regards to revealing conflict in the novel? We come to see just how the circus functions throughout the different timeframes. Although, I wish it was in linear sequence in order to be less confusing.

4. There are a number of allusions to Shakespeare throughout the test: Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, The Tempest, and As You Like It. Explain these references - how does each play reveal itself in the novel? Romeo and Juliet is the only Shakespearean play I really know. The others I’ve heard of but have never seen any of their adaptations. Romeo and Juliet is the one most wildly taught in the school system I attended, therefore I know more about it. Henceforth, Marco and Celia are like Romeo and Juliet. They are lovers, but are not supposed to be.

5. What role does time play in the novel? From Friedric Thiessen’s clock, to the delayed aging of the circus developers, to the birth of the twins - is time manipulated or fated at the circus? The circus allows none of them to age, at least not in a traditional way. Throughout the book, one of the original creators of the circus just remains the same throughout the years. Thieseen eventually does too. But time is neither here nor there. Time means nothing when your at the circus.

6. How does the following statement apply to both Le Cirque des Reves and the competition? Which audience is more valuable: one that is complicit or one that is unknowing?: “Chandresh relishes reactions. Genuine reactions, not mere polite applause. He often values the reactions over the show itself. A show without an audience is nothing, after all. In the response of the audience, that is where the power of performance lives.” One that is unknowing. A complicit audience means that they’re expecting something to happen. Their reactions therefore are not genuine. But an audience who is unknowing means that their reactions are genuine, that Chandresh is seeing their true delight through what they’re seeing.

7. Chandresh is portrayed as a brilliant and creative perfectionaist at the beginning of the novel, yet he slowly unravels as the competition matures. Is Chandresh merely a puppet of the competition - solely used for his ability to provide a venue for the competition - or do his contributions run deeper? I think he was only used as a venue for the competition. A.H. was the true contributor, those nobody knew it at the time the circus was in pre-production you could say. Chandresh was able to provide the means for the venue.

8. Marco asserts that Alexander H. is a father figure to him (though his paternal instincts aren’t readily noticeable). In what ways does Alexander provide for Marco and in what ways has he failed him? A.H. has failed him in so many ways. While I enjoy the fact that he took the boy from an orphanage and uncertain future, his future was never really certain. Either way, he was destined to either kill or be killed.

9. Celia emphasizes that keeping the circus controlled is a matter of balance. And Marco suggests that the competition is not a chess game, but rather, a balancing of scales. However, both the circus and the competition get disordered at times - leaving both physical and emotional casualties in their wake. Is the circus ever really in “balance”, or is it a pendulum swinging from one extreme to the next? Definitely a pendulum. I enjoyed the scale reference, because it was able to put a visual perspective to what the games truly were.

10. From the outside, the circus is full of enchantments and delights, but behind the scenes, the delicate push and pull of the competition results in some sinister events: i.e. Tara Burgess and Friedric Thiessen’s deaths. How much is the competition at fault for these losses and how much is it the individuals doing? 100% at fault. Tara knew something was amiss and she went asking questions until it drove her to near insanity, and eventually her death. Thiessen wasn’t losing his mind, but something happened and his life was taken much too soon.

11. How do you view the morality of the circus in regards to the performers and developers being unknowing pawns in Celia and Marco’s competition? Do Celia and Marco owe an explanation to their peers about their unwitting involvement? I think so. I’d want to know that I was essentially being used for these games, whatever they were.

12. Friedrick Thiessen asserts that he thinks of himself “not as a writer so much as someone who provides a gateway, a tangential route for readers to the circus.” He is a voice for those unable to attend the circus and suggests that the circus is bigger than itself. What role do the reveurs play in keeping the spirit of the circus alive outside of the confines of the circus tents? Reveurs love the circus, though they can likely never explain why. They enjoy the strangeness of it. What sort of circus is only open at night? It’s odd, considering more modern circuses, even those developed after the night circus. Nothing ever could compare, and he wanted people to know and understand the circus like he did.

13. What is Hector’s role in determining the final fate of the competition? He lectures Celia about remaining independent and not interfering with her partner, but ultimately, Hector largely influences the outcome of the competition. Explain this influence. I didn’t really garner any influence on him other than the fact that he chose Celia as his pawn. Whatever he and Alexander had between themselves, they used innocent people to manipulate each other.

14. Poppet and Widget are especially affected by the lighting of the bonfire. How crucial are their specialties to the ongoing success of the circus? It appears that a part of the magic that Celia and Marco were born with or were taught was essentially given to the twins when they were born.

15. Isobel is a silent, yet integral, partner in both the circus and the competition. She has an ally in Tsukiko, but seemingly no one else, especially not Marco. How much does Marco’s underestimation of Isobel affect the outcome of the competition? Isobel was more capable than Marco ever knew. She was able to completely transport him to another country, sort of like Celia did with the circus, which traveled by train. But what train could move across oceans? Magic is the only way.

16. How does Isobel serve as a foil to Celia? Who, if anyone, fills that role for Marco? Isobel was essentially used to spy on Celia for Marco, until Marco realized that he no longer needed her to do that because of his deep love for her.

17. Tsukiko is aware of Isobel’s “tempering of the circus” from the outset and when Isobel worries that it is having no effect, Tsukiko suggests: “perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.” What, and whose, chaos is Tsukiko alluding to here? Everyoness

18. Mr. Barris, Friedrick Thiessen, Mme. Padva, and even Bailey are aware that the circus has made a profound, inexplicable, change in their lives, but they each chosoe not to explore the depth of these changes. Friedrick Thieseen confirms that, “I prefer to remain unenlightened, to better appreciate the dark.” Do you agree with this standpoint? What inherent dangers accompany a purposeful ignorance? What dangers present themselves when ignorance is not chosen? Is one choice better/safer than the other or are they equally fraught? No. If I noticed something amiss with myself, i’d definitely want to know. For Mr. Barris, he wasn’t aging, as many of them weren’t. Who wouldn’t want to age? He didn’t question it because it was affecting him positively, not negatively.

19. Celia tells Bailey that he is not destined or chosen to be the next proprietor of the circus. He is simply in the right place at the right time...and cares enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that’s enough. In this situation, is that enough? Can the responsibility of maintaining the circus be trusted to just anyone, or unlike Celia suggests, is Bailey truly special? Bailey was given the option that neither Celia nor Marco ever had: a choice. Bailey loved the circus, and Poppett enough, to keep it alive, but also because nobody was sure what would happen to Celia and Marco if the circus abrutply ended. He cared enough about the circus, and those within it, not to let that happen. Even in modern times, as at the end of the book, the email is provided, you can see that in modern times, he is still keeping the circus alive.

20. At the closing of the novel, we are left to believe that the circus is still traveling - Bailey’s business card provides an email address as his contact information. How do you think the circus would fare over time? Would the circus need to evolve to suit each generation or is it distinctive enough to transcend time? Yes. Much like everything else, the circus would have to change in order to keep up with the ever changing world around it. Modern technologies would need to be implemented as opposed to in the early 1900s when technology was less likely to be used.

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oblqs · 1 year

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reve & journal

le dernier etait le père du garçon, depuis l'accident il sait maintenant dire en français "mon fils est mort" fin de rêve et réveil

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des visions me hantent.. des femmes aux corps sexualisés, le sexe revient comme une annonce publicitaire, intrusif, machinal, inhumain, toc a la porte, simple d’esprit

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Inventions

Un tapis roulant petit format pour pouvoir faire le moonwalk (sur place)

Un pantalon cousu de telle sorte que l'on puisse s'asseoir n'importe où à condition de fléchir les jambes. On ne pourrait malheureusement pas s'accroupir avec un tel pantalon, ou alors il faudrait prévoir deux modes, avec une pièce de tissu à déplacer par exemple

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petit coeur cherche concubine, piètre amant et encore plus piètre causeur reste désireux de trouver partenaire et de partager quelque séance de gymnastique rythmique et de tendresse planifiée ☆☆☆♡♡♡☆☆☆

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Formidables heures du soir, Humeur rose et plumard, En modeste couillard, Le Dugland repose, Fièrement…

Demain camion ! nous nous déplacerons de nuit en folie, Les étoiles n'y brillent pas, Si bien qu'à l'écran, On n'affiche plus le nord.

Ceux qui en souffrent n'y sont pour rien, Mais, voyons… Mon cirque, mon manège lui, commence tard, Quand les soucis mènent au placard, Et mettent à piétiner ce vil héron.

Lorsque cette journée s'achève, Cette vie peut parfois suffire, Confortablement alité, En grotesque gratte couille, En ébranle tourment, Vulgaire échappatoire au sordide grégaire.

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Les moustigres ont une manière de voler surprenante, ils se meuvent assez vite pour leurrer la vision de leur cible et se rendent ainsi invisibles. Malgré leurs antennes à rayures noires et blanches plutôt criardes, la vitesse de leur mouvement rend pour le moins difficile la focalisation de l'oeil sur ce corps devenu zigzaguant tout en étant de surcroît silencieux. Une fois posés, ils piquent en douceur et se gavent du nectar tant convoité. Cela les enivre et accapare leur attention, les rendant ainsi vulnérables.. L'instant d'après ils demeurent au même endroit, aussi plat et rouge que le centre du drapeau (hyp hyp hyp ( ) ) Nippura !

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en classe : - Thomson, baisse d'un ton ! - Sony ! C'est bientôt fini ce bruit blanc ? Là copie vierge de la semaine dernière cela ne suffisait pas peut être..? Pendant l'étude chaque écran diffusait un programme différent, il y avait des plans rapprochés de célébrités ou des vieilles ganaches de cow-boys en noir et blanc ou encore des dessins animés aux couleurs criardes. Parfois les écrans communiquaient en formant des phrases à l'aide de fragments de films ou de séries..

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Question pour ma psy :

Si je me sens allégé, vous sentez vous proportionnellement encombrée à l'issue de la séance ?

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Idées de costume (concert) Un chat jaune à rayures (maquillage) Une belle re Une voiture (style robot humanoide)

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Les réveils sont de plus en plus difficiles Douleur généralisée, souffle court Nez sec.. Je m'endors dans un linceul au tissage d'une finesse de soie. Au motif chinois.. la propagande est sulfurique Macron reçoit les maîtres du monde en bon camarade et se joue une fois de plus des millions de spectateurs dépassés par cet énième fiasco

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Je suce des tombes bien parquées des tombes à l'aperol C'est vraiment sympa Je ne sais pas maîtriser ça Pas d'erreur c'est bien mes bourdes Qui brisèrent la glace Compose le numéro de l'assurance Et touche la dope que je crame d'avance Les francs scandent tort aux exilés Barbelé bien taillé pour les fins lièvres Bousculée puis renversée Une gazeuse ne paye pas le loyer Le canif ne rembourse pas la tente Les affamés s'évanouissent

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1er juin

Les punaises s'accouplent, les coccinelles font bailler leurs élitres, les bourdons butinent des fleurs blanches de jeunes orties, et la lumière crue donne aux yeux une précision que l'hiver avait tu. Mais la migraine ne donne pas encore de fleurs, verrai-je pousser un lotus dans mes yeux bleus amourant la verdure en pagaille ? Bleue la couleur du ciel volée à la mer, insouciant aujourd'hui, caractériel demain. La coccinelle me présente trois points. Trois fois rien. Elle s'abrite du soleil qui tape sous un brin d'herbe. Vient alors Britannica à l'aspect caoutchouteux, en barbouze toute l'année, aux racines bien vissées..!

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Je traverse des paysages. Des tableaux aux milles personnages Tous habillés de shorts Personne n'a son pareil Le guide se glisse discrètement entre les groupes et me présente la rue des oliviers Il y a un tas de noyaux dans le caniveau et des moucherons qui se régalent de farine. Pour ne pas avoir à m'ennuyer je reste muet et je garde grandes ouvertes mes paupières qui surplombent des vallées de cerfs et de violettes. Une plume de goudron, de la bile Ça coule... Tout doux, les grands vomissent les mous, et c'est doux, Tout doux. Comme un bichon qui fait le beau.

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T9 oracle

Pour la première année de collecte et le reste de la semaine prochaine, le temps, et les accentuations de maisons n'ont pas d'objet non plus. Des portes, fenêtres, volets roulants électriques et électroniques de votre commande chez les parents de la part de vos angles en fonction des besoins des entreprises, commerce de gros bisous et bonne journée.

Je suis pas encore si je peux pas faire le bon sens. Prenez garde cependant à ne plus recevoir de nouveau, il y en a qui ne doutent pas trop de monde.

La verdad no se puede hacer el cambio de planes y fondos para los dos, tres dotaciones contra el derecho de acceso al servidor.

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Ma petite personne vous remercie. Merci merci de vous être intéressé à cette petite personne qui vous le rend bien. La voilà qui n'a strictement rien à dire et qui s'endort sur des pétales fanées. La rose s'endort tandis que les travailleurs travaillent. Le phasme, le cloporte, la mante. Personne n'est dupe. Mais personne ne juge non plus. Comment serait-on placé pour juger de la souffrance ? Sentiment peu avenant et stigmatisant. L'alcool est traître et dévoile la cruauté des sentiments. La nausée est là. Pauvre. Tu ne sais profiter gaiement. Pauvre. Ton estomac demande réparation. Pauvre. Vivement demain. Ce soir la douleur et la nausée auront le dernier mot.

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Magnifique pair de moonboots Pas cher peu chère Vous n'en trouverez pas ou peu à ce prix mon chéri Cest les boots à kiki Les moonboots en colori ! En vrai peau de bête Comme les indiens d Amériques

Moooon ! Boooots…. Bottes de lune ohé pierrot Du bateau au semaphosphore Narration baratin baratin baratin

Une vraie peau de lièvre En remontant le tiers fesse ne serait ce pas un litre d'âne quand barbara semporte : Minerve ! C'est superbement dit Quand au sens il tombe sous la fatuité de cette vie

La souffrance est elle une vertu ? Pendez moi au moins la tête à l'endroit

Souffrir c'est vivre encore vivre Il suffit d'un léger détachement pour y parvenir Sourire gentiment et ne plus se faire de soucis Comme un dimanche matin

Il faut s'occuper Oui parfaitement. S'occuper pour vivre Ou ne rien faire Cela rend légume rester planté au champ d'y rougir en mars d'y verdir en avril d'y jaunir en mai etc. (c'est scandaleux) On me dira va t'en toi et tes mauvais augures Et alors j'irai ronchonner comme un gland Tombé du chêne et verreux Le chapeau désarçonné Humide et creux dans un parterre touffu De feuilles mortes et belles comme une mortadelle !

Profite la pub est finie Enfin libre et chéri Vadrouille en bohème Entre les gens gâtés de paresse

Voilà cest chez toi Regarde ; prend conscience De tes sens extraordinaires Stop Barrage de crevettes aux flatulences dépareillées arbre à mousson, bulle gasteropède, mutisme aberrant.

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Gatlif

Danses populaires Tableaux enchantés D'une société parfaite L'harmonie des arts Danses et poésie Ennivree de voyage Les barques sombres dérobent la lumière du fleuve Tableaux silencieux Une musique divertissante Laisse place à des personnages sans noms Coiffures et souliers gras Un rapport au monde marchand Les pigeons sont bien dodus Un ours fait rire des enfants qui machouillent leur rustine Le petit percussionniste qui s'entraîne sur des souliers usés Et les parvenus réchauffent les salles de la Timsoara Tyran tu as détruit la Roumanie… caucescu Ou sommes nous ? Dans quel patelin boueux au dessus ou en dessous de la méditerranée ? On remonte les balcans, la grisaille des terres s'empare des paysages aux essences noueuses Vibraphones, chiens et enfants, tous semblent transits et étourdis par la rapidité et le volume des prestations C'est hypnotisant, cela frappe, les métaphores sont collantes, elles ont peine à se détacher et soulignent un sens déjà épuré par la mise en scène

misère et convivialité La solitude est plus terrible encore et si la fuite ne trouvait sa place dans aucun recoin de la planete terre, serait-on condamnés à errer éternellement, un voyage sans fin, sans repos ni salut Voilà ce que l'on chante

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Envisager sérieusement le retour de ces personnes qui sont de l'immigration, qui ne se sentent pas français et qui n'aiment pas la France dans le pays auquel ils se sentent attaché. Philippe vardon en 2012 chef de file des identitaires nicois

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Je viens des profondeurs de l'infini, tout au bout de ce que l'on appelle la nuit des temps. Lorsque la matière était encore informe et où l'informe n'avait ni couleur ni texture. Dans cette antre logeait le néant.

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La ville était parfaitement calme. Abandonnée comme en plein mois d'août. Dansaient au balcon les maquereaux de la zone vêtus de costards scintillants. Tout était bleu, même le sable rose. Les travailleurs labouraient encore le ciel, de nuit comme de jour. On entendit un soupir depuis les galeries souterraines, suivi d'un cri, silex de cendres.

-À ton silence voici toutes les pièces de mon palais d'or ! Des feuilles vermoulues tombent dans les abîmes silex de cendres, griffe, tu le dois, ce muret. Près de la cours des oies et des fontaines englouties. Au pied du chêne qui se tord, se trouve l'or assoupli en notre secret de plomb.

Tout cela remonte dans l'inconscience d'une foule sept années durant. Le voyageur ne cessa de se tromper d'adresse. À terme des sept années la cité engloutie s'était modifiée, sous l'effet de nombreux courants marins. Fort probablement que seules l'oisiveté et l'indécision propres à ces habitants attenuèrent le hiatus. Il aurait fallu redoubler d'efforts en menant de nombreux chantiers à terme pour contrecarrer ces aléas canoniques mais le bleu envahissait les esprits et l'oxygène se faisait plus que rare. Ses rues et ses bâtiments se trouvèrent tout à fait retournés et dans son ascension relative le scaphandrier de cire se demandait avec inquietutde 《pourquoi ma ville bien aimée》 se trouve t-elle aussi changée ? allant jusqu'à la confondre avec une chaîne de corail abritant de nombreuses moules, des patelles et autres pousse-pâtes… Il n'avait plus les yeux en face des trous à force de vouloir toujours regarder le même point, étant alors à l'horizontale. L'alarme des sirènes ne faisait qu'ajouter du trouble aux idées mélodiques qui parcouraient son esprit lâche. Il divaguait et pensa entre deux bulles d'allure saxonnes :

-Adolphe Thiers you son of a beach !

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Pute . Jus de Pute . Et ton lampadaire n'a plus de jus . Tout a été pompé . Il fait nuit . Les lampadaires éclairent depuis la rue en pente . Cette chambrette minuscule . Dans une barraque du vieux Nice . Ça sent le vieux . La vieille histoire rance . baigné de jus . De salive et de sucre à l'ombre de vieilles mansardes . La nuit jaune orangée et des pupilles dilatées. Pas vraiment sombre. Le bleu nuit découpe des ombres qui épousent les angles de la pièce, des boiseries à la fenêtre sont projetées sur des murs obliques. Jus de pute. Après un saut dans l'oubli. Des bulles remontent des eaux troubles et rediffusent ce parfum disparu.

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Les Yuezhi avaient vécus dans les pâturages arides du bassin du Tarim, dans l'actuel Xinjiang, jusqu'à ce qu'ils fussent repoussés à l'ouest par les Xiongnu entre -176 et -160. Les cinq tribus Yuezhi ou soumises sont connues sous les noms de Xiūmì, Guishuang, Shuangmi, Xidun et Dūmì. Les Yuezhi atteignirent le royaume hellénistique des Gréco-Bactriens, dans le territoire de la Bactriane (extr. nord de l'Afghanistan et Ouzbékistan) autour de -135 et déplacèrent les dynasties grecques locales, qui se réinstallèrent dans le bassin de l'indus (actuel pakistan), dans la partie occidentale du royaume indo-grecque.

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Ils ont bétonné d un ciment clair une allée devant la grande tour de gagarine côté leader price, il y a des traces dans le béton là où les fleurs en mémoire du jeune homme tué, deux personnes sont là l'un d'eux explique : il y a ses cheveux.

Je traverse la cité en prenant une trajectoire indécise, alambiquée

Avec donas, il a une sorte de diable de caddy avec un panier assez bas, comme une corbeille à linge ou à fruit, avec quelques tas de paquets informes , toutes les boîtes aux lettres sont en l'air, collées au plafond, sur des racks, ou plus bas, certaines ont brûlé, les ascenseurs sont en panne. Il va falloir monter à pied. Je lui propose de laisser ses affaires, mais il dit vouloir les garder. Après une ascenscion d'un étage, l'escalier donne à ma grande surprise sur un couloir spacieux avec des tapis larges qui forment une bande centrale et des bandes de laiton au niveau des marches pour l'empêcher de s'agglutiner en montagnes de plis, il ne monte plus dès le premier étage car il en manque une partie sur la moitié inferieure d'un étage, on peut deviner le palier supérieur et le plafond en pente à sa gauche qui se trouve être la partie inférieure du même escalier démoli un peu plus bas.. En rebroussant chemin on s'aperçoit qu'un deuxième escalier semble s'engouffrer vers les étages supérieurs..

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Ce ministère est situé si bas qu'il ne peut pas tomber et il échappe à l'écrasement par la platitude.

Régime violent et plat. On n'a même pas le plaisir d'être opprimé par quelque chose de grand. 1851 Hug0

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acourtofcouture · 3 years

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“The circus arrives without warning.

No announcements precede it, no paper notices on downtown posts and billboards, not mentions or advertisements in local newspapers.

It is simple there, when yesterday it was not.”

- The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

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gabrielle-the-writer · 4 years

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Title: The Night Circus Author: Erin Morgenstern Genre: Fantasy My Rating: 5/5

Erin Morgenstern weaves a captivating story in The Night Circus, in which two magicians engage in a lifelong duel. Trained from youth by their masters, they must continue the game even as they fall in love. Eventually, however, one of them must lose. But losing means dying and, even worse, destroying the entire structure of the game–The Night Circus–and the lives of their found family.

If I had stopped reading this book around page 100, I might have given it three stars. It had gorgeous imagery by an obviously talented writer, but I felt like nothing much had really happened. By the end, I was enthralled. The Night Circus isn’t a book so much as a beautiful, bittersweet dream. An enormous cast of characters enriched the story and raised the stakes. Most people think death is the worst thing that could happen, but Morgenstern convinces the reader that it’s the least of worries. To lose the game is to die, but it also means losing the love of your life and destroying the lives of hundreds of people that have become family. I started The Night Circus at the suggestion of a friend and emerged a different person.

“Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There’s magic in that. It’s in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift. Your sister may be able to see the future, but you yourself can shape it, boy. Do not forget that… there are many kinds of magic, after all.”

#book review #the night circus #erin morgenstern #celia bowen #marco alisdair #le cirque des reves #fantasy book #fantasy novel #fantasy #magic #romance #historical fiction #queue

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#going through my drafts #the night circus #tnc #Erin Morgenstern #night circus #le cirque des reves #celia bowen #marco alisdair #books #book #book candle #the night circus candle #bookstagram #booklr #bookish #book aesthetic #aesthetic #caitsbooks pics #flowers

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Le Cirque des Rêves - Chapter 9

My fifth day at the circus, I wake in late afternoon. I barely slept after meeting the dreamer in the garden tent last night. Sighing deeply, I slide out of my bed and prepare to wash and dress.

When I enter the break room, as I usually do before the circus opens, the air feels different, like everyone is preparing for something. Everyone is mobile, pacing or shifting things on desks. Nico gives me a small wave and a large grin when I enter. Byron nods at me and Albert glares. I suppose that’s about the extent of their friendliness. Louis sits at the table, Sid chattering at him from where he leans against the tent wall, his arms crossed before him. Sid gives me a smirk, and Louis grits his teeth, eyes closed, looking for all the world as though he wished to be elsewhere.

Leo and Alyn stand towards the back of the tent, talking to each other heatedly but in hushed voices. I hear Alyn hiss “Don’t do it!” before he sees me and his scowl deepens. He stalks past me out of the tent.

“Don’t worry about him.” Leo rubs his face with his hands. I watch the tent flap flutter, waving as though in surrender.

“You best get ready, sweetness,” Sid says as he approaches me, throwing an arm around my shoulders. I wriggle a little.

Louis sighs. “Must you touch everything pure in the world?” he chides. Sid only grins.

“Well, yeah, it’s my job to make all those things impure,” he snickers.

“Is everything ready to go? We have four minutes until sundown.” Giles ducks into the tent, calling out to us. “Leo, do you need anything? Food, water? Where on earth is Alyn? Oh, never mind, he knows not to be outside tonight.”

I catch his sleeve as he moves, giving it a slight tug. “Um… ready for for what?” He holds my gaze for a moment, and then blinks.

“Yes, of course. We’re preparing to move the circus tonight. You mustn’t leave this tent until we’ve stopped, all right?” I nod, and he turns away. “Whenever you’re ready, Leo.”

Leo nods from his perch on a sofa. He closes his eyes, his fists tight on his knees, and he looks as though he is straining very hard. Beads of sweat form on his forehead and his breathing grows ragged.

A curious floating sensation overcomes me. It feels like the whole tent - no, the whole circus - is flying. I stare at the unmoving ground under my feet, trying to justify what I feel with what I see.

Suddenly, Leo exhales sharply, his whole body relaxing. Nico hops up from his perch and takes my elbow, leading me to the tent entrance.

“You can look now, Katja! Just don’t go outside,” he says, holding the flap for me.

Trees rush by in blurs of green. The night sky behind them is a canvas of stars. We aren’t flying, I realize - the tents have lined up and become a train. Some distance ahead of us, the train’s whistle blows. I find I am gaping.

Nico laughs, pulling me back inside. “Have you been on a train before?”

“Once, when I was very small. I don’t remember it well.” I look at Leo. He isn’t as strained as he was before, but he still looks as though he is exerting some effort. “Will he be all right?”

Nico follows my gaze. “Oh, he’ll be fine. This is his job, moving the circus. He picks our destinations and everything. Well, he’s also circus manager, but it doesn’t need much managing while it’s on the move, does it?” He sits back on the sofa, some distance away from Byron’s left, and I sit across from him.

“How did you join the circus, Nico?” I ask on a whim. He opens his mouth to reply when he is cut off.

“That’s an odd way to phrase that question.” Byron is watching me, too.

“Oh… is it?” I say, my brows knit slightly.

Byron only narrows his eye. “It’s nothing.”

“We joined cause Byron did. Me and Al, I mean,” Nico says with a big grin. “We can’t do magic without being near him, so we have to stick together. Well, Al can sort of do some magic without Byron, but I’m really bad at it.” I perk up.

“So you two are like me? You have to siphon your magic?” He nods brightly. Albert clears his throat.

“What tents have you found to your liking, Miss Katja?” Albert asks. Nico looks at me, excitement in his eyes.

“Yeah, what’s your favorite tent, Katja? There’s this one tent that Louis made that’s a whole forest made of ice! I tried to lick a tree to see if my tongue stuck to it but it didn’t. Isn’t that amazing?” Albert gives him a look. “Oh, but what’s your favorite?”

Smiling, I am about to answer when I falter. My favorite tent… Somehow only one out of the dozens I have visited comes to mind.

“The tent with the garden,” I say. I look at them both and continue. “The flower garden, with all the critters made of flowers. Do you… know who made it?”

Nico stares blankly at me. Albert adjusts his spectacles and pulls a small notebook from his jacket pocket, flipping through it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that tent,” Nico says. Albert closes his book with a snap and looks at me.

“I don’t have a record of that tent. Are you sure you weren’t dreaming, Miss Katja?”

I blink. “A dreamer… Yes, I… must have been dreaming…”

Some hours later, Byron sits beside me, well away from the others. “Why did you ask that?” he asks, his eye searching.

“What do you mean?” He squints.

“Wouldn’t one normally ask ‘why did you join the circus?’”

“Oh, I suppose that’s true.” He holds my gaze, silently asking for an answer. “I guess I don’t really care about the reason why. I mean, not that I don’t care, but… well…”

“What we are running from doesn’t matter to you as much as what brings us together.” I look at him, surprised. He doesn’t move, understanding in his eye.

“Yes.”

The corners of his mouth twitch upwards. His smile is fleeting, but it’s there.

“That’s a very profound thought, Miss Katja,” he says as he rises and gives me a gentle bow. I return his smile and bow my head, and he turns away with a swish of his cape.

#hahahahahahahahahahahaha #it's been 5ever #:')#le cirque des reves #tofu writes #hnnngggn

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