"He was half-drugged and overwhelmed by the forest of Our Lady. There was a curious femaleness about the interlacing boughs and twiggs, about the long green cavern cut by the river through the trees and the brilliant underbrush. The endless green halls and aisles and alcoves seemed to have meanings as obscure and promising as the symbols of an ancient religion. Joseph shivered and closed his eyes."
J. Steinbeck, To a God Unknown
Is it me or is this utterly arousing?
Reading Steinbeck after meandering through diverse ways of writing, different time and space backgrounds, is an interesting experience. How well can writers master the skill today and what do they chose to do with their ability? I enjoy digital literature for its scattering feeling and for its sort of schizophrenia. But I haven't read any "of these "digital authors" that controls writing, much less content. Then there are skillful authors, best-sellers, who write emptied thousands of pages that mean nothing, the perverse consequence of market and marketeers on writing. Other very few writers do write but in "everything has been said already" times, cynicism taints their work, a sort of "I'm embarrassed of being honest". The excess of images has gotten to literature as well, life has been averaged by means of clichés. It's the big hypocrisy, hollow words.
"The western range was still edged with the silver of the afterglow, but the valley of Our Lady was filled to the mountain-rims with darkness. The cast stars in the steelgrey fabric of the sky seemed to struggle and wink against the night. The four men sat about the coals of the fire, their faces strong with shadows. Joseph caressed his beard and his eyes were brooding and remote. Romas clasped his knees with both his arms. His cigarette gleamed red and then disappeared behind its ash."
Fílmico. O segundo livro de Steinbeck depois de um primeiro de pouco sucesso, "To a God Unknown" levou cinco anos a ser escrito, mais do que qualquer outro de Steinbeck. Uma espécie de nascimento a ferros do escritor.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
femaleness
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"Is it me or is this utterly arousing?"
Both... perhaps...
adorei este excerto querida Meia
P.S apanhei Sol em demasia. Prefiro agora vir de vez em quando sentar-me um pouco À Mesa na quietude desta sombra de Luz.
:)) pois se calhar tens razão!
A ideia é essa, um espaço mais confortável e sem ruídos que perturbem a leitura. És sempre muito bem-vinda, mas isso nem é preciso dizer. Beijo.
não és só tu. o texto é simplesmente GENIAL.
beijo
jorge
O jogo de poderes [e seduções] da escrita é "genial", aproveitando as palavras do J.V.
E ainda bem que há diferenças e desequilíbrios.
E ainda bem que hoje é sexta. :D
Dois meios de beijinho.
Hoje lá tenho tempo de me sentar no mocho...
In a afterglow of gray clouds.
'fimdesemana
Hey Jorge, beijos ! beijos! :)
É sexta, MAD, que bom, o Sábado está quase a chegar, esta noite ainda se trabalha... Os desequilíbrios... acho que sim. Coisas equilibradas não se mexem. Mas olha que ainda me falta ler a tua Toni... ;-)
TOZZ, já não era sem tempo! Essa do mocho nunca mais me esqueço e olha que não era gray, era silver!!
Bom fimde para ti também.
Only this ugly and gray day! There's no perfect days. Just ways.....
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