maio 30, 2013
So he had made a woman
Lovelier than any living woman.
And when he gazed at her
As if coming awake he fell in love.
His own art amazed him, she was so real.
She might have moved, he thought,
Only her modesty
Her sole garment – invisible,
Woven from the fabric of his dream –
Held her as if slightly ashamed
Of stepping into life.
Then his love
For this woman so palpably a woman
Became his life.
He caressed her,
Searching for the warmth of living flesh,
His finger-tip whorls filtering out
Every feel of mere ivory.
He kissed her, closing his eyes
To divine an answering kiss of life
In her perfect lips.
And he would not believe
They were after all only ivory.
He spoke to her, he stroked her
Lightly to feel her living aura
Soft as down over her whiteness.
His fingers gripped her hard
To feel flesh yield under the pressure
That half wanted to bruise her
Into a proof of life, and half did not
Want to hurt or mar or least of all
Find her the solid ivory he had made her.
He flattered her.
He brought her love-gifts, knick-knacks,
Speckled shells, gem pebbles,
Little rainbow birds in pretty cages,
Flowers, pendants, drops of amber.
He dressed her
In the fashion of the moment,
Set costly rings on her cold fingers,
Hung pearls in her ears, coiled ropes of pearl
To drape her ivory breasts.
by dora at 01:54
maio 27, 2013
maio 20, 2013
There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: "honey-colored kins," 'thin arms," "brown bobbed hair," "long lashes," "big bright mouth"
and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors (and this is how I see Lolita).”
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
by dora at 23:59
Storytelling is a powerful human drive. We spend our existence living the story of our lives, reshaping and telling it to ourselves and others. We read and write stories to create and remember. We paint and film them, bringing to life the most beautiful and singular details of the human experience. Sometimes, we even cover our bodies with them. But what are stories for? Why do we tell them? Why is storytelling such an integral part of our brains?
The event will start with presentations by all three speakers above, and will be followed by a set of activities outside the auditorium, including book-crossing, storytelling sessions and interventions by projects involved in storytelling in the field.Entrance is free and subject to availability.
Live streaming will be available during the event.
by dora at 01:32