"Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion, as some innocent souls believe, but to hide it." 2066 "Now what sea is this you have crossed, exactly, and what sea is it you have plunged more than once to the bottom of, alerted, full of … Continue reading Of Thanatos, Ansky’s Notebook and a City in the Desert, a #reading of “2666” by Roberto Bolaño
By the pen, By the sword...
Disturbed minds, polluted souls, Saudi money On the subject
the year of forgiveness and love Image: Edouard Boubat - Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris, 1952, via http://oldalbum.tumblr.com
The next evening, he watched her performance, came to her dressing room, and saw many of the same faces. He made sure to pay proper attention to Mme Guérard: having been in foreign courts before, he knew to recognise the power behind the throne. Soon - much sooner than the fiercest optimism could have imagined … Continue reading Of Fred and Sarah, #quote from Julian Barnes “Levels of Life”
His dreams often found him, on islands of darkness, trying to reach out, to long lost lovers, to his parents, and, to her, the elusive woman, the shimmering silhouette. Sometime, he woke up, lost, looking for some way to find, an old phone number, an address, a letter. In the paraphernalia of his sleep he … Continue reading #Promptbox: Une Femme Est une Femme
Secrets of a most secretive city…
By Theadora Brack
Calling all saints and sinners: Snuggle tight because it is time to crack open my slim, spellbound volume of spirited adventures in Paris for another retelling. For tricks, I’ve added a few new tales and photographs. I’ve also got the flashlights, pillows, and blankets, along with the marshmallows and bubbly for toasting. Here are eleven of my favorite spooky grounds.
Now, let’s go raise some spirits!
1. The Unknown Celebrity of the Seine
Among the artsy clutter that once adorned nearly every artist’s lair was a plaster face with a mysterious smile. These were cast from a famous death mask called “L’inconnue de la Seine,” made from an unknown 16-year-old who washed up on…
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I thought I recognised him: the steady gaze, the strong hands, the broad shoulders, now a little stooped. Of course he had changed as all of us, all of us still living that is. The long untidy hair was in sharp contrast with the close-shaven head of my memories. The shabby civilian clothes did not … Continue reading #VisDare 60: Patience #WritersWednesday
If you could split your time... Your past is both frightening and inspiring; along those avenues and in your museums lie some of the darkest secrets. We remember, yet, often, today's visitors are blissfully ignorant. Your beauty has survived the worse hours of Europe's long history. Those ghosts are our constant companions as we walk your streets, kiss in … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: A Tale of Two Cities ~ #Berlin and #Paris
Prologue I know the three of them well, as I crossed their lives at different times, before we met again, that February, in London. How I came to be in possession of those pages is, perhaps, the material for another story. Suffice to say: they trust me, all three, enough to share their most intimate … Continue reading The Edge ~ An evening with friends