Posts Tagged ‘literature’

Always search for context

16 July 2019

twitter: @eugenio_fouz

 

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(biography, history, readings, family, geography, writings)

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“The Ugly Duckling” (Hans Christian Andersen)

10 June 2019

twitter: @eugenio_fouz

The Ugly Duckling tells the story of an exile.

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#PDF G-Drive 

English version (Gutenberg.org; @gutenberg_org

https://tinyurl.com/y69l7s7r

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“A Clockwork Orange” (Anthony Burgess)

2 June 2019

twitter: @eugenio_fouz

[A Clockwork Orange, Dir. Stanley Kubrick, 1971]

I have been reading English Literature, a handbook written by Anthony Burgess. I liked it so much that I wanted to read something else. Then, I tried the difficult novel A Clockwork Orange. I had seen the film on TV (Stanley Kubrick, 1971 ) which I hated. I insist on this point: the novel is a nightmare of violence and cruelty. Despite the horrible story inside the novel, I thought I had to try it. I started reading the novel to discover a kind of teenager´s jargon, the nasdat. It seemed impossible to understand a word unless you had the appropriate glossary of the new language. I found out the one provided by Sparknotes.com. I could enjoy the reading of it. This language is hybrid, that is, a mixture of Russian, the funny rhyming Cockney slang and Burgess´ s imagination.

By the way, I read the novel in a kindle book. 

 

Have a look at the glossary prepared by SparkNotes.com

(available on the net) here

#PDF G-Drive

https://tinyurl.com/y5l7verx

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Good reads (Universal Literature) by Liniers

16 April 2019

twitter: @eugenio_fouz

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Liniers, artist (@porliniers on Twitter)

Have a look at these good reads, @goodreads!

H. D (Poem 13) from THE WALLS DO NOT FALL

3 March 2019

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Doolittle, Hilda Trilogía (bilingual edition).

THE WALLS DO NOT FALL (Lumen) Trad. Natalia Carbajosa

Poem 13

 

The Presence was spectrum-blue,

ultimate blue ray

 

rare as radium, as healing;

my own self, wrapped round me,

 

was shroud (I speak of myself individually

but I was surrounded by companions

 

in this mystery);

do you wonder we are proud,

 

aloof,

indifferent to your good and evil?

 

peril, strangely encountered, strangely endured,

marks us;

 

we know each other

by secret symbols,

 

though, remote, speechless,

we pass each other on the pavement,

 

at the turn of the stair;

though no word pass between us,

 

there is subtle appraisement;

even if we snarl a brief greeting

 

or do not speak at all,

we know our Name,

 

we nameless initiates,

born of one mother,

 

companions

of the flame

 

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Criticism on H. D:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/h-d

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“Read a thousand books” … (Virginia Woolf)

12 January 2019

twitter: @eugenio_fouz

[Edward Hopper, Nighthawks]

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Quote: 

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How to read more books:

1/ Kaye Lean Ramos

https://medium.com/swlh/how-to-read-and-enjoy-more-books-in-less-time-and-still-have-a-life-e313f1868214

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2/ Elizabeth Entenman

https://www.realsimple.com/work-life/entertainment/how-to-read-more-books

#PDF

https://tinyurl.com/y9dso3mu

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3/ Kevan Lee

https://open.buffer.com/how-to-read-more-and-remember-it-all/

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4/ Andrew Medal

https://www.entrepreneur.com/article/275880

13 tricks #PDF

13 tricks

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5/ James Clear

https://www.quora.com/What-are-good-ways-to-read-more-and-how-can-I-read-more-effectively

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6/ Yong Kahg Chan

https://www.lifehack.org/articles/productivity/15-ways-help-you-read-more.html

 

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“The Waitress”, William Carlos Williams

24 November 2018

twitter: @eugenio_fouz

I am not very keen on anthology books, however on this occasion I ´ve got this bilingual anthology with a selection of William Carlos Williams´s poetry. I was hit by the one under the title “The Waitress“.

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Poems (1922-1928)

William Carlos Williams

The Waitress

 

No wit (and none needed) but

the silence if her ways, grey eyes in

a depth of black lashes-

                        The eyes look and the look falls

 

     There is no way, no way. So close

one may feel the warmth of the cheek and yet there is

no way.

 

      The benefits of poverty are a roughened skin

of the hands, the broken

knuckles, the stained wrist

 

                             Serious. Not as the others.

 All the rest are liars, all but you.

                                                                      Wait on us.

             Wait on us, the hair held back practically

       by a net, close behind the ears, at the sides of

             the head. But the eyes-

             but the mouth, lightly

                                                 (quickly)

                                              touched with rouge.

 

The black dress makes the hair dark, strangely

enough, and the white dress makes it light.

 

There is a mole under the jaw, low under

the right ear-

 

And what arms!

 

The glassruby ring

on the fourth finger of the left hand.

 

-and the movements

under the scant dress as the weight of the tray

makes the hips shift forward slightly in lifting

and beginning to walk-

 

The Nominating Committee presents the

resolutions, etc. etc. etc. All those

in favor signify by saying, Aye. Contrariminded,

No.

Carried.

                      And aye, and aye, and aye!

                                   And the way the bell-hop runs downstairs:

                                    ta tuck a

                                        ta tuck a

                                             ta tuck a

                                                  ta tuck a

                                                       ta tuck a

 

and the gulls in the open window screaming over

              the slow break of the cold waves-

 

O unlit candle with the soft white

plume, Sunbeam Finest Safety Matches all

together on a little box-

 

And the reflections of both in

the mirror and the reflection of the hand, writing

                                  writing-

                                  Speak to me of her!

 

              -and nobody else and nothing else

in the whole city, not an electric sign of shifting

colors, fourfoot daisies and acanthus fronds going

from red to orange, green to blue-forty feet

                                                              across-

 

                                                         Wait on us, wait

                              on us with your momentary beauty to be enjoyed

                              by none of us. Neither by you, certainly,

                                                                                nor by me.”

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See, download and print the poem here:

https://tinyurl.com/yblfxokw

or try to borrow the book from the library as I did a week ago

[Public Library, Av Rey Juan Carlos I, 17.- Murcia; @brmu]

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Tweet a pocket poem for @eNotes (26th of April of 2018)

5 May 2018

twitter: @eugenio_fouz

Samuel Beckett (photographer: Richard Avedon)

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Who wrote “April is the cruelest month“? You and I know it was him, yes. Thomas Stearns Eliot. Well, it is not a cruel one-the month- if you read bits of poetry. The @eNotes hashtag #pocketpoem comes from the other side of the Atlantic, there in Seattle (USA). I could not help taking part in it.

Some twitter users got involved in this poetical trip as @observalibro, for example:

 

I tweeted some verses written by e. e. cummings after copied them on post-it

notes

Coffee and literature

20 January 2018

twitter: @eugenio_fouz

 

seen on @tumblr

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“What is the best description of a kiss in literature ever?”(Nick du Plessis)

27 January 2017

twitter: @eugenio_fouz

kiss

Quora.com might be the ideal website for reading.

There one comes across short pieces of literature.

See:

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What is the best description of a kiss in literature ever?

Nick du Plessis, Chainreader.

Written Dec 2, 2014

“I’ve been kissed by men who did a very good job. But they don’t give kissing their whole attention. They can’t. No matter how hard they try parts of their minds are on something else. Missing the last bus—or their chances of making the gal—or their own techniques in kissing—or maybe worry about jobs, or money, or will husband or papa or the neighbors catch on. Mike doesn’t have technique . . . but when Mike kisses you he isn’t doing anything else. You’re his whole universe . . . and the moment is eternal because he doesn’t have any plans and isn’t going anywhere. Just kissing you.”  

Robert A. Heinlein, from Stranger in a Strange Land

Not the greatest ever but you kind of had to be there when this book was more widely read.

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https://www.quora.com/?prevent_redirect=1

[read on Quora.com]


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