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His Life, Work

"The personality of the people has nothing to do with writing. Things must be distinguished completely. When you read a book by a certain author, why is it going to know his life? (...) The work is one thing that remains. If we take the bastards of literature and painting, we are left with nothing. If you take the drunken, one gets zero. If we leave only books made by people who behaved well, and treated his wife were good friends and paid the bills on time, we were only with shit. "

Miguel Esteves Cardoso

Louis-Ferdinand Celine

"The personality of the author has nothing to do with his writing. We must completely separate the two. If you read a book by a particular author, why interest in his life? (...) The work continues. If you took out all the son of a bitch of literature and painting, there would be anyone. If you took away the drunks, nothing would remain. If you left us with books in good health, treating their wives well, good friends and paying their debts in time, it would leave us with that crap. "
Miguel Esteves Cardoso

Translated from the Portuguese (with ladle)

Max von Sydow embodying Knut Hamsun

That's true. Even I am wondering for years why is intrinsically left (duck confit) and atheist (Perfume bergamot), writers who left me on the ass, veered to the extreme right: Louis-Ferdinand Celine ( Death on) the traveler Sigmaringen ( said yet in I do not know what madness rabâcheur pamphleteer and that below the Loire, we are all wogs but the nigger that I piss him skate at the right aryien) , Knut Hamsun ( Hunger ), who shot comptenteur the Nazi regime, or are very Catholic right as Dino Buzzati ( Desert Tartar ).

Dino Buzzati con il suo bulldog Napoleone

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Ouarf! Ouarff!

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Error [Impromptus]

The mistake was to believe it would be easy. Believing that I would know how the skills they need at the best time for everything follows simply, logically, almost without noise. Believing in frozen images of happiness. But it was a bit forgotten quickly that it is not me that is new to life when I've already proven, that his skin is as smooth as mine was wrinkled, he learned to speak when I 'I learned to gag ...

So I made the mistake of believing that I could do it naturally, without thinking. Dare I say that I made the mistake of thinking that I would know how "primitive"? I dare. But, no. Finally, it is not known. One never knows, does not it? Because every day is new and requires to reinvent itself. Even invent itself. Because he does not speak and I do not understand. I look and feel useless performs certain actions without being sure they are fair, and crying, back alone on all this guilt that never leaves me.

I made this mistake. I never thought it would be so hard being a mother.

An error ... so sweet Because I'm finally mother.

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For Impromptus on the theme of the week: find the error.

Drivere Sd Card Dell Inspirion 1525

Amazement (and tremors?)

Suddenly, nothing. Panic seized me. Missing, for any curse, a dark magic that kept them away from me.

They were lost, where would I know one day?

Lost, confused, despair in me was king.

Slowly, I started on my grief. Nothing without them, would not be possible and it would take time for my life to resume its normal course.

They assailed my memory, and I saw them again, so close to me, if present every day with my being. But now, where were they? ..

Under the sheet I just asked? Ah, maybe. Ah, yes. Ok, I'm back at DM math.

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The rillettes Proust and other literary fantasies

From literary and funny in a small (100 pages) book wacky but welcome. Teach him how to become a "Grantécrivain" over the tip sheets able to help you find ideas and develop them.

It also tells you how to look for inspiration, choosing his words, to avoid confusion, duplication or adverbs, punctuation control. Anything goes, with examples drawn from classical literature (even dent some authors ...).

And no need to make bread, it has to rest to digest! :)

And it should read, just for the rewriting of synonyms Chanson d'Automne Verlaine ...

The whining oblong
The fiddle
From the back end
Contusionnent my heart muscle
On stress
Uniform.

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