Fiction of course— but due to current events elsewhere— I was thinking of a few pieces I read over the years about Camus, Sartre, & Simone de Beauvoir
and the conflict in Algeria during their lifetime. https://www.npr.org/sections/parallels/2013/11/07/243536815/on-his-100th-birthday-camus-algerian-ties-still-controversial
On my way out soon— the sunshine has returned in my city. All books, warm blankets & drinks yesterday — stayed home all
day. ☀️
When I was in college— undergrad (before email existed for the masses 🫣) — my friends, family, & I used to write & mail letters to each other to stay in touch— and we filled the envelopes with confetti &
glitter— 🎉
Some 📸 from today in Osaka 🏯, Japan 🇯🇵
#photography #grownostr nostr:npub1e4qg56wvd3ehegd8dm7rlgj8cm998myq0ah8e9t5zeqkg7t7s93q750p76
beautiful!
You are welcome. Yes— he is very good— thanks for asking— it has been over 10 years since we had to deal cancer. Yet, cancer is always around— my colleague — suffered through it but is in remission. Sending healing vibes & prayers for your friend 💜
next page to finish the quote.
…”reach the point where pain mingles with profound happines and happiness becomes painful — therein lies life's sting. And I so often failed to describe the maximal encounter between a being and the self, the kind that makes us cry our in surprise: "Ah!" Sometimes that encounter with oné's self is achieved through the meeting of one being with another being….” #ClariceLispector #books
Night ☔️ 
All in a page:
“June 14, 1969
A SOMEWHAT BENEVOLENT SELF-CRITIQUE
I have to be kind because, if I were too cutting, I might never write again. And I want to write, some day anyway. Although I feel that if I do go back to writing, it will be in a different way from my old style: different how? I don't care.
My self-criticism of certain things I write, for example, isn't bothered about whether they're good or bad: but they need to…”
~Clarice Lispector
“THE WRONG KIND OF KINDNESS
Y with her enormously compassionate intelligence, devoting herself to not being human, in the sense that being human also means having faults and occasional temper tantrums. She devotes herself to understanding others by forgiving them. Her heart has no place for me because it requires me to be ad-mirable. Everyone turns to her whenever they're in difficulty and she, "consoler-in-chief, understands, understands, under-stands. My great pride: I need to be met out in the street.” ~Clarice Lispector
Listening to the rain ☔️ & reading an entry in Clarice Lispector’s *The Complete Crônicas*
1969:
IF YOU MUST WRITE SOMETHING…
If you must write something, at least don't squash the words that are there in between the lines.
LOVE FOR THE EARTH
Orange on the table. Blessed be the tree that brought you into the world. 
Love this song 💃🏻 
Gene Kelly is from #Pittsburgh so… 🔥 🎶https://youtu.be/A4t47LowHyc?si=rhqCeLYURaXncp-1
You’ve been taking care of your family— hope you can find time to rest. Take care— 💜
💜🙏 Cancer is dreadful— lost my sister to cancer & I helped take care of my husband who also had cancer years ago— but he survived. It is not easy. Your support — even someone to talk with — matters. Thanks for the reminder 🩵
Think critically don’t ban the media— this is difficult for some people who are overwhelmed with information. I am often overwhelmed with all the “Dev Talk” — on nostr— the haven for you all— but I am not banning it from my life because I’ll never be on your level intellectually in this area. Instead— I learn & grow & leave when needed.
"Rhythmic Refrains: Counting Time through Duke Ellington and Fred Waller's Jazz Shorts"
In the 1920s and 1930s, Duke Ellington collaborated with several directors who narrativized his compositions for short films; Ellington's collaborations A Bundle of Blues (1933) and Symphony in Black (1935) with Fred Waller, Paramount's special‐effects man turned director, remain just out of step with the many other jazz shorts from the period. While synchronization was well‐utilized by the time Ellington and Waller's films were released, their films are notable for the absence of synchronized tap sounds.
#jazz #1930s
https://read.dukeupress.edu/liquid-blackness/article/7/2/28/382446
Beautiful— this piece caught me scrolling & I should be reading— glad. Love when people take the time to explore in depth the art that inspires them.
Pittsburgh’s Frick Museum had a Bearden exhibit about a year ago as well. Enjoyed this part: “Liquidity and jazz aesthetics are knitted closely, as Toni Morrison asserts when describing Romare Bearden's jazz-inspired collages as having borders that are “not just porous they are liquid.”3 In a different context, Gilles Deleuze describes “liquid perception” as “a clairvoyant function . . . developed in water, in opposition to earthly vision: it is in the water that the loved one who has disappeared is revealed, as if perception enjoyed a scope of interaction, a truth which it did not have on land.”4
The thanks goes to you— I love revisiting in my mind and in this case a little— sharing a little on Nostr what I have learned about an author/poet who I enjoy reading. Also— he lived in England for a while.