Category Archives: French

J’ai tant reve de toi

J’ai tant rêvé de toi que tu perds ta réalité. Est-il encore temps d’atteindre ce corps vivant et de baiser sur cette bouche la naissance de la voix qui m’est chère? J’ai tant rêvé de toi que mes bras habitués en étreignant ton ombre à se croiser sur ma poitrine ne se plieraient pas au [...]

libertinage du sentiment

came across this phrase earlier today in a marivaux play; this could make for an interesting post.

Jacques-Alain Miller:

On love. Excellent read via @zhcheekybastard. If you can look past the particular brand of French male gender perspective, there are some gems in there: H. W. – ‘Love is always reciprocal’ said Lacan. Is this still true in the current context? What does that mean? J.-A. M. – This sentence gets repeated over and [...]

Little monsters

I’m sure you’ve seen this mother’s post on her son’s choice to dress as Daphne for Halloween by now. It’s as viral as any post could be. When my friend first sent me an article on the subject, I didn’t even bother reading it. I have since read the post, obvs. It immediately struck me [...]

Agiter la vie!

I just read and reread this book, “Desolation” by Yasmina Reza, which could be my credo. If you want a deeper look at my disturbing psyche, feel free to pick it up and have a skim. (English versions are available.) This post will have no common thread, which is the common thread to this blog [...]

A fire red, now it’s turning blue

7/13/1958 Illicit are the most perfect loves. Close connection between paranoia + sensitivity. The Marquis de Sade’s “apathy therapeutic”. New York : all sensuality is converted to sexuality. Susan Sontag, Reborn, Journals & Notebooks 1947 1963, edited by David Reiss, FSG, New York By way of The Purple Diary. Paranoia? How masochistic! Which makes sense if it [...]

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