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The Wind at Djémila (1936)
I just read The Wind at Djémila, an essay about Roman ruins in Algeria by Albert Camus. This image of a Roman arch makes me think of the “triumphal arch” that Donald Trump is building in Washington, D.C. today. It also reminds me of a poem, Ozymandias (1818) by Percy Bysshe Shelley that I memorized in school about 55 years ago.
https://share.google/fKhWbICmFtpkjYIT0
#Poetry #Literature #AlbertCamus #Algeria #PercyShelley #Ozymandias #Trump #Reading #Books
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The Wind at Djémila (1936)
I just read The Wind at Djémila, an essay about Roman ruins in Algeria by Albert Camus. This image of a Roman arch makes me think of the “triumphal arch” that Donald Trump is building in Washington, D.C. today. It also reminds me of a poem, Ozymandias (1818) by Percy Bysshe Shelley that I memorized in school about 55 years ago.
https://share.google/fKhWbICmFtpkjYIT0
#Poetry #Literature #AlbertCamus #Algeria #PercyShelley #Ozymandias #Trump #Reading #Books
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The Wind at Djémila (1936)
I just read The Wind at Djémila, an essay about Roman ruins in Algeria by Albert Camus. This image of a Roman arch makes me think of the “triumphal arch” that Donald Trump is building in Washington, D.C. today. It also reminds me of a poem, Ozymandias (1818) by Percy Bysshe Shelley that I memorized in school about 55 years ago.
https://share.google/fKhWbICmFtpkjYIT0
#Poetry #Literature #AlbertCamus #Algeria #PercyShelley #Ozymandias #Trump #Reading #Books
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The Wind at Djémila (1936)
I just read The Wind at Djémila, an essay about Roman ruins in Algeria by Albert Camus. This image of a Roman arch makes me think of the “triumphal arch” that Donald Trump is building in Washington, D.C. today. It also reminds me of a poem, Ozymandias (1818) by Percy Bysshe Shelley that I memorized in school about 55 years ago.
https://share.google/fKhWbICmFtpkjYIT0
#Poetry #Literature #AlbertCamus #Algeria #PercyShelley #Ozymandias #Trump #Reading #Books
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The Wind at Djémila (1936)
I just read The Wind at Djémila, an essay about Roman ruins in Algeria by Albert Camus. This image of a Roman arch makes me think of the “triumphal arch” that Donald Trump is building in Washington, D.C. today. It also reminds me of a poem, Ozymandias (1818) by Percy Bysshe Shelley that I memorized in school about 55 years ago.
https://share.google/fKhWbICmFtpkjYIT0
#Poetry #Literature #AlbertCamus #Algeria #PercyShelley #Ozymandias #Trump #Reading #Books
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The Wrong Side and The Right Side, 1935-36
Excerpts from a preface, written by Albert Camus in 1958, after two decades had passed and he decided at the urging of others to let what he considered his flawed essays be published:
“Naturally, a writer has some joys he lives for and that do satisfy him fully. But for me, these come at the moment of conception, at the instant when the subject reveals itself, when the articulation of the work sketches itself out before the suddenly heightened awareness, at those delicious moments when imagination and intelligence are fused. These moments disappear as they are born. What is left is the execution, that is to say, a long period of hard work. On another level, an artist also has the delights of vanity…
In order to be created, a work of art must first of all make use of the dark forces of the soul. But not without channeling them, surrounding them with dikes, so that the water in them rises. Perhaps my dikes are still too high…
The second reason I've kept these early essays to myself will then be clear: clumsiness and disorder reveal too much of the secrets closest to our hearts; we also betray them through too careful a disguise. It is better to wait until we are skillful enough to give them a form that does not stifle their voice, until we know how to mingle nature and art in fairly equal doses; in short, to be. For being consists of being able to do everything at the same time…
Yes, nothing prevents one from dreaming, in the very hour of exile, since at least I know this, with sure and certain knowledge: a man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.”
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The Wrong Side and The Right Side, 1935-36
Excerpts from a preface, written by Albert Camus in 1958, after two decades had passed and he decided at the urging of others to let what he considered his flawed essays be published:
“Naturally, a writer has some joys he lives for and that do satisfy him fully. But for me, these come at the moment of conception, at the instant when the subject reveals itself, when the articulation of the work sketches itself out before the suddenly heightened awareness, at those delicious moments when imagination and intelligence are fused. These moments disappear as they are born. What is left is the execution, that is to say, a long period of hard work. On another level, an artist also has the delights of vanity…
In order to be created, a work of art must first of all make use of the dark forces of the soul. But not without channeling them, surrounding them with dikes, so that the water in them rises. Perhaps my dikes are still too high…
The second reason I've kept these early essays to myself will then be clear: clumsiness and disorder reveal too much of the secrets closest to our hearts; we also betray them through too careful a disguise. It is better to wait until we are skillful enough to give them a form that does not stifle their voice, until we know how to mingle nature and art in fairly equal doses; in short, to be. For being consists of being able to do everything at the same time…
Yes, nothing prevents one from dreaming, in the very hour of exile, since at least I know this, with sure and certain knowledge: a man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.”
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The Wrong Side and The Right Side, 1935-36
Excerpts from a preface, written by Albert Camus in 1958, after two decades had passed and he decided at the urging of others to let what he considered his flawed essays be published:
“Naturally, a writer has some joys he lives for and that do satisfy him fully. But for me, these come at the moment of conception, at the instant when the subject reveals itself, when the articulation of the work sketches itself out before the suddenly heightened awareness, at those delicious moments when imagination and intelligence are fused. These moments disappear as they are born. What is left is the execution, that is to say, a long period of hard work. On another level, an artist also has the delights of vanity…
In order to be created, a work of art must first of all make use of the dark forces of the soul. But not without channeling them, surrounding them with dikes, so that the water in them rises. Perhaps my dikes are still too high…
The second reason I've kept these early essays to myself will then be clear: clumsiness and disorder reveal too much of the secrets closest to our hearts; we also betray them through too careful a disguise. It is better to wait until we are skillful enough to give them a form that does not stifle their voice, until we know how to mingle nature and art in fairly equal doses; in short, to be. For being consists of being able to do everything at the same time…
Yes, nothing prevents one from dreaming, in the very hour of exile, since at least I know this, with sure and certain knowledge: a man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.”
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The Wrong Side and The Right Side, 1935-36
Excerpts from a preface, written by Albert Camus in 1958, after two decades had passed and he decided at the urging of others to let what he considered his flawed essays be published:
“Naturally, a writer has some joys he lives for and that do satisfy him fully. But for me, these come at the moment of conception, at the instant when the subject reveals itself, when the articulation of the work sketches itself out before the suddenly heightened awareness, at those delicious moments when imagination and intelligence are fused. These moments disappear as they are born. What is left is the execution, that is to say, a long period of hard work. On another level, an artist also has the delights of vanity…
In order to be created, a work of art must first of all make use of the dark forces of the soul. But not without channeling them, surrounding them with dikes, so that the water in them rises. Perhaps my dikes are still too high…
The second reason I've kept these early essays to myself will then be clear: clumsiness and disorder reveal too much of the secrets closest to our hearts; we also betray them through too careful a disguise. It is better to wait until we are skillful enough to give them a form that does not stifle their voice, until we know how to mingle nature and art in fairly equal doses; in short, to be. For being consists of being able to do everything at the same time…
Yes, nothing prevents one from dreaming, in the very hour of exile, since at least I know this, with sure and certain knowledge: a man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.”
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The Wrong Side and The Right Side, 1935-36
Excerpts from a preface, written by Albert Camus in 1958, after two decades had passed and he decided at the urging of others to let what he considered his flawed essays be published:
“Naturally, a writer has some joys he lives for and that do satisfy him fully. But for me, these come at the moment of conception, at the instant when the subject reveals itself, when the articulation of the work sketches itself out before the suddenly heightened awareness, at those delicious moments when imagination and intelligence are fused. These moments disappear as they are born. What is left is the execution, that is to say, a long period of hard work. On another level, an artist also has the delights of vanity…
In order to be created, a work of art must first of all make use of the dark forces of the soul. But not without channeling them, surrounding them with dikes, so that the water in them rises. Perhaps my dikes are still too high…
The second reason I've kept these early essays to myself will then be clear: clumsiness and disorder reveal too much of the secrets closest to our hearts; we also betray them through too careful a disguise. It is better to wait until we are skillful enough to give them a form that does not stifle their voice, until we know how to mingle nature and art in fairly equal doses; in short, to be. For being consists of being able to do everything at the same time…
Yes, nothing prevents one from dreaming, in the very hour of exile, since at least I know this, with sure and certain knowledge: a man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.”
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#TheStranger ( #Létrannger ) is #FrançoisOzon 's take on the #AlbertCamus novel starring #BenjaminVoisim #RebeccaMarder + a captivating #PierreLottin
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt36243564/reference/?ref_=ext_shr_lnk
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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
#TheStranger ( #Létrannger ) is #FrançoisOzon 's take on the #AlbertCamus novel starring #BenjaminVoisim #RebeccaMarder + a captivating #PierreLottin
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt36243564/reference/?ref_=ext_shr_lnk
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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
#TheStranger ( #Létrannger ) is #FrançoisOzon 's take on the #AlbertCamus novel starring #BenjaminVoisim #RebeccaMarder + a captivating #PierreLottin
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt36243564/reference/?ref_=ext_shr_lnk
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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
#TheStranger ( #Létrannger ) is #FrançoisOzon 's take on the #AlbertCamus novel starring #BenjaminVoisim #RebeccaMarder + a captivating #PierreLottin
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt36243564/reference/?ref_=ext_shr_lnk