I can't sleep…
Being born is like this:
The sunflowers slowly turn their corollas toward the sun.
The wheat is ripe.
The bread is eaten with sweetness.
My impulse connects to that of the roots of the trees.
— Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
Notes:
And I also know a way of life that is soft pride, grace of movement, light and continuous frustration, that has a skill at aloofness that comes from a long and ancient path. Like a tiny sign of revolt an irony light and eccentric. There’s a side of life that’s like drinking coffee on a terrace in winter cold bundled up in wool.
I know a way of life that’s a light shadow unfurled to the wind and flapping lightly on the ground: a life that’s floating shadow, levitation and dreams in broad daylight: I live the richness of the earth.
— Clarice Lispector, tr. by Elizabeth Lowe, “The Stream of Life” (Água Viva)
Notes:
“On Sundays she got up early in order to have more time to do nothing.”
~ Clarice Lispector, from The Hour of the Star
Notes: Quote: via qui nasce una ruina. Art: Laura Lacambra Shubert with “Reading”
It is daybreak here in Rio.
A lovely and cold dry morning.
How nice that all nights have radiant mornings.
It’s a quarter to six. I write while listening to music. Anything will do, I’m not difficult.
I am completely magical and my aura is bright blue.
Everything I touch, is born.
~ Clarice Lispector, from “Brasilia; Splendor” in The Complete Stories (edited)
Notes:
A very sweet light is spreading over the Earth like a perfume. The moon is slowly dissolving and a boy-sun languidly stretches his translucent arms…Cool murmurings of pure waters that surrender themselves to the hillsides. A pair of wings dances in the rosy atmosphere.
Silence, my friends.
The day is about to begin.
– Clarice Lispector, “Fever Dream” from The Complete Stories by Clarice Lispector
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