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“A day of dappled seaborne clouds.
The phrase and the day and the scene harmonised in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the greyfringed fleece of clouds. No, it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language manycoloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?”
― A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
The phrase and the day and the scene harmonised in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the greyfringed fleece of clouds. No, it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language manycoloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?”
― A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
“[...] de facto, por muito que nos custe reconhecê-lo, estas realidades sujas da vida também têm de ser consideradas em qualquer relato, com a tripa em sossego qualquer um tem ideias, discutir, por exemplo, se existe uma relação directa entre os olhos e os sentimentos, ou se o sentido de responsabilidade é a consequência natural de uma boa visão, mas quando a aflição aperta, quando o corpo se nos desmanada de dor e angústia, então é que se vê o animalzinho que somos.”
― Blindness
― Blindness
“The song of the years, the melody of life. Everything else - is not you, all others are strangers. And you yourself, who are you? You don't know. You'll get to know it later, when you string the beads of memory. You'll be what is most endearing, most cruel and most eternal.”
― A School for Fools
― A School for Fools
“Ao verme que primeiro roeu as frias carnes do meu cadáver dedico como saudosa lembrança estas memórias póstumas”
― Memórias póstumas de Brás Cubas
― Memórias póstumas de Brás Cubas
“La teología de Borges es el juego de un descreído y es motivo de una hermosa literatura. ¿Cómo explicar, entonces, su admiración por Léon Bloy? ¿No admirará en él, nostálgicamente, la fe y la fuerza? Siempre me ha llamado la atención que admire a compadres y a guapos de facón en la cintura.
Por eso planteo estas cuestiones:
¿Le falta una fe a Borges?
¿No estarán condenados a algún Infierno los que descreen?
¿No será Borges ese Infierno?
A usted, Borges, heresiarca del arrabal porteño, latinista del lunfardo, suma de infinitos bibliotecarios hipostáticos, mezcla rara de Asia Menor y Palermo, de Chesterton y Carriego, de Kafka y Martín Fierro; a usted, Borges, lo veo ante todo como un Gran Poeta.
Y luego, así: arbitrario, genial, tierno, relojero, débil, grande, triunfante, arriesgado, temeroso, fracasado, magnífico, infeliz, limitado, infantil e inmortal.”
― Uno y el Universo
Por eso planteo estas cuestiones:
¿Le falta una fe a Borges?
¿No estarán condenados a algún Infierno los que descreen?
¿No será Borges ese Infierno?
A usted, Borges, heresiarca del arrabal porteño, latinista del lunfardo, suma de infinitos bibliotecarios hipostáticos, mezcla rara de Asia Menor y Palermo, de Chesterton y Carriego, de Kafka y Martín Fierro; a usted, Borges, lo veo ante todo como un Gran Poeta.
Y luego, así: arbitrario, genial, tierno, relojero, débil, grande, triunfante, arriesgado, temeroso, fracasado, magnífico, infeliz, limitado, infantil e inmortal.”
― Uno y el Universo
Bernardo’s 2024 Year in Books
Take a look at Bernardo’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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