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Month: June, 2014

I want to write

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It is about the lines not the neatness

I think that art should be quick, that is the impatient part of me speaking. The swift lines that are so certain. Painted in the instance of a second. Suddenly just there on the paper or canvas. Precise lines and focus which lies on the object one is depicting rather than on the place and method of depictment. For me, technical skill is not always the most important part. 
If there happens to be a mistake, a line that travels too far or a little spot of dark watercolour ending up in the wrong place, one has to incorporate it in the work and make it work. 
Drawing has changed the way I look at things ( I now properly look and do no longer focus on the vision of what I think the object in question looks like but investigate what it actually look like). Drawing something from real life has developed relationships between me and the world which I see. 
Because now I properly see. 

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June 23rd

IMG_6018_edited_editedJune 23rd and I take a slow walk in the cold rain under a light blue umbrella.

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The pace in the city is slow; the rain makes the sounds come out louder yet calmer.

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My socks are thin. There is just a tiny layer of black nylon separating my skin from the leather inside of my shoe.

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I am wearing what I feel most comfortable in. It is all black and flowy. My hair is red and lights up the street as I walk past the pet shop.

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In the summertime when the weather is (not) fine

The Summer Restlessness has arrived. It is now here and is settling within me to unsettle me. So what do I do? I haunt the rooms of our flat with irritable feet. I drink cup after cup of tea and instant coffee. I bake croissants in a can. I try second hand bargains on in my room and photograph myself to see if they “pass”. I take walks in the cold rain. I think.
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We are the Word – on Words and Contexts

I’ve been thinking about words lately and in particular what words people say are their favourite. In a Swedish tv series about language all the words people said where their favourite are words with positive connotations. It made me wonder to what extent it is possible to take away the meaning from a word once you know what it means. A common word that people said was “älska” which in Swedish mean “to love” or “to make love”. Although I might agree in that the composition of letters and sounds is well put together, how can I be assured that I like the word for the sound of it or the spelling, the word in itself, and not for its meaning. One of my favourite words is “ty” which does not really mean anything. It is more of a “fill out word” which implies why something is what it is. It works a little like “because” or “since”. “Han hade ont i fötterna ty skorna var för trånga” (“He had ache in his feet since/because his shoes were too small.”) Words come with concepts. Would anyone ever choose something truly vile to be their favourite word?

This all makes me think about Clive Bell and his ideas of how one should “judge” art – without the surrounding concepts and contexts. Is such a think possible for a word? 
Once we have learnt the meaning of a word, can we unlearn it?

L’Angleterre

ImageI see a picture and cringe. Inside. I long for it. I want to be there, breathe the air. I want to walk the streets and speak the language. 

 

In lovesickness and health

The Cardigans – Lovefool – Radio Edit
Boys, it is interesting how I spend so much time thinking about them, the young men, without ever having been really close to one. I imagine the feel of their chests when I curl up next to them under duvets and blankets just before falling asleep. I imagine shaping my hand around their necks and pulling my fingers through their hair. I imagine the nervousness and electrical tension right before the first kiss. I imagine a smile directed towards me. 

tumblr_muo8e4mQwM1s642a8o1_500When I get on the train I usually walk through all the coaches looking for a seat next to someone young and handsome. Just the presence makes me calmer. When I meet someone new I immediately think of them as potential love interests. When I am out and do nice things with my friends or family I usually cannot fully enjoy the moment since I think of what it would be like to do the same activity with a lover/boyfriend instead.

I want the mutual understanding and quiet communication. The verbal discussions and the elaborate compassion, the passion. 

I want you, but I just don’t know who you are yet. 

Literally speaking – a list about books

14th St Book Shop... I want to go. Like now.

Fast reader or slow reader?
Fast reader. I want to get through the novel as quickly as possibly and I simply can’t stop reading while I have started. At the same time I don’t mind going back to certain passages and read them again. 

Thick or thin?
That does not matter as long as it is a good book. The thin ones are nice in their own way as they are finished quickly and makes one able to move on to the next one. The thick ones are also nice as long as they are able to keep one’s interest throughout. As long as they manage to convey what they want to in a good way within the pages I think that whether it is a thin or a thick book is irrelevant. 

Library or book shop?
Hard choice. Me and libraries go way back into my early childhood years when I and my friends used to spend ages at the library and with care choosing what book(s) to read next. We would walk away with paper bags filled with all sorts of novels at least once a week. There is also something nice in that libraries are free. If I would have had to buy all the books I have read I would never have any money available. There is something nice in sharing all the books in the libraries with other people. A further advantage with libraries is that, if they are big enough, one can get hold of almost any book, even if they are not in print any longer.
In a book shop on the other hand one gets to smell the new books and stroke the still intact covers. And the best part is that you get to keep the books you bring back home forever.
What I really like are second hand stores and flea markets where one can buy good books cheaply.

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Audio book or e-book?
I have never understood the thing with e-books. A big part of the actual reading experience is to hold the book in your hands and feel the texture and smell of it. To flip the pages with a dry scrape and to be able to read anywhere at anytime – independent of climate or electricity supplies. Audio books and I go way back. As a single child I used to always have something on when I was playing on my own in my room. I have always liked listening as it makes one able to hear and take part of great literature at the same time as one can do other things such as playing, cleaning or drawing. My favourite of all times is Stephen Fry reading the Harry Potter books.

Hard cover or paperback?
They both have their charm but I prefer paperbacks. They are flexible and relatively cheap. You can bring them anywhere and there are not so many worries about them becoming wet or warn. They are more a grab-and-go type of thing. In paperbacks dogs ears are allowed and one can even write remarks in them if one wishes to.

One at the time or many parallel?
Many parallel. I can be in different reading modes on different days and therefore having a few going at the same time makes it possible to choose which one I feel like today. Maybe I want to continue that exciting story from yesterday or dig into a challenging classic or even read something romantic and easily digested. I am also the kind of person who cannot choose which book to bring with me if I happen to be reading a few at the same time which always results in me bringing them all and having to walk around with a super heavy bag.

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New or old?
Does not matter as long as they are good and qualitative. Literature is often timeless.

Bookmarks or dog-ear?
I have indirectly answered this higher up – if nice hard cover book a bookmark but in paperbacks dogs ears will do.

Snacks or sweets?
While reading? Anything available. The main focus should be the book and not what I eat. However, I prefer saltier things before sweet even if a bag of sweets and a cup of tea is excellent night time reading snacks. I want it to be something small and not to sticky so that one won’t need cutlery. I takes too much focus from reading having to cut things. 

Horror or chick lit?
To be honest none, but if I have to choose it will have to be chick lit. It can be rather relaxing to read a novel that just passes through you. But for that purpose of easy reads I prefer re-reading the teenage love stories I read a few years ago.

Bed or sofa?
Sofa, with my tea and a candle. I would prefer having a huge reading chair with those bits sticking out on the sides to curl up into with pillows and a blanket. Do you call them wing chair?

Indoors or outdoors?
Everywhere! Sitting outdoors is nice though. If it is warmer weather lying in a hammock is really relaxing but I don’t mind sitting outside on a bench somewhere in the park on colder autumn days properly dressed with a warm drink and a novel as company.

Original language or translation?
To the extent I can I always try to choose the original language. I am a little limited though since that includes English and Swedish. Sometimes if I am lazy I may choose a novel originally written in English in Swedish just because I am usually able to take what is written in if I can do it in my mother tongue. 

Someday I will have a library with a ladder (in my ridiculously large house for no reason)

Poetry or prose?
I mostly read prose but have just recently started reading more poetry. I think they are both good but for different occasions.

Male writers or female writers?
That I think is not relevant as long as they write well. I am not gender-biased in reading. 

The book or the film?
Book, naturally. It is more rewarding and lets one use ones own imagination when descriptions are presented.

Romance or thriller?
A wild mixture of both.

The first book for adults I read and really enjoyed:
This is hard to remember. I can’t say that there is a typical book which really signals this. I know that I at the age of 8 visited my mother and ran out of novels so I started reading The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekhov. As far as I can recall I liked that. 

Classics I claim to have read but really haven’t:
Well, I don’t see the point in doing that so I can’t answer this question fully. 

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more, more and more!

The toughest book I’ve read:
Emotionally it must have been a book that my Swedish literature teacher made us read this winter. It is called A Tale From the Coast and is written by Birgitta Trotzig. It just just so dark and depressing, all about death. Reading it in the middle of Swedish winter at the time where I had tons of deadlines and didn’t feel too well was not at all a fun experience. 

The best children book writers:
Roald Dahl, Eva Ibbotson, and Jaqueline Wilson are some of the British writers I really enjoyed reading as child. I also like some Swedish authors such as Barbro Lindgren.

 The book that moved me most:
At the time I must say that there are two books which have moved me, both from my literary career withing the IB. The first one is Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky. The part where Katerina Marmeladova dies is just purely moving. The second one is The Good of Small Things by Arhundhati Roy, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant novel. I also got quite excited when reading Othello when the realisation of the tragedy takes place. 

Review of the book I read most recently:
There are two books which I have recently finished. Firstly, we have Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I liked reading it and think that it definitely possesses some interesting experiments of what one can include, visually, in a novel. The story is good and there is a balance between truly awful emotions and events and some that are quite humourus. The naiveity in the main character and some of the questions that he ask himself are nicely put forward. I also like that it is written partyl from the perspective of a nine year old. 
The second book I recently finished was The Lover by Marguerite Duras. To be honest I didn’t like it too much, it is an example where it is good that it was a thin book since it ended quickly. I think the narrative was not very interesting and nothing really happened. It was rather plain. The love story didn’t awake emotions as one knew it was doomed to begin with. What I did like is that the main character looks like me a little – red hair dark lips – and that she kept on calling her brother her “little brother” although he was older to emphasise how dominant the other older brother was.