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…a look at love

Posted in Writers with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 14, 2017 by Mj Rains

A look at Marcel Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past, in which the narrator tries to remember everyone he has ever known and things he has done or not done. He takes a look at love, the waiting, the celebration of moments and small pleasures.

Diane Ackerman writes in A Natural History of Love: As an adult, the narrator falls in love with a certain Albertine, a dark-haired, unremarkable-looking girl of the lower middle class (“let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination”) whom he adores, and who ultimately decides to leave him. She is fickle and runs off to carouse with both male and female lovers. He tries to entice her back by offering to buy her a Rolls-Royce and a yacht. She agrees, only to be thrown by a horse and killed before she has a chance to return. In much of Remembrance, the narrator obsesses about Albertine with a fascination as disquieting and automatic as a hacking cough. She is the central planet in an unknown solar system. Every object she touches offers a glimpse of a bright new world. 

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From a Childhood

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 14, 2016 by Mj Rains

piano keysThe darkening was like riches in the room
in which the boy sat, almost hidden from sight.
And when his mother entered, as in a dream,
a glass trembled in the quiet cupboard.
She felt how the room  betrayed her,
and she kissed the boy: “Oh, you’re here?…”
Then both looked fearfully at the piano,
because some evenings she’d play the child a song
in which he found himself strangely deeply caught.

He sat very still. His great gaze hung
on her hand, weighed down by its ring,
as if struggling through drifted snow
it went over the white keys.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

From The Essential Rilke

Even the false spring…

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on March 17, 2016 by Mj Rains

false spring

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

~Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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a moveable feast

Walking outdoors while reading…

Posted in Books with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 21, 2016 by Mj Rains

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What Do Jane Austen’s Novels tell us about love and life today?
NY Times bookends

elizabethWalking outdoors while reading…

(Keira Knightley in Pride and Prejudice)

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A few thoughts…

Posted in "Wit"icisms" with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 6, 2016 by Mj Rains

bookStill reading…still writing…actually re-writing a novel second time…

my styleWinter is here…almost…

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black-white-apartment-ideas-wood-2A delightful space

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