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Words have no meaning now. We've reached the point where we should be holding each other, without saying anything.
Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, March 1, 1950 [#225]
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Words have no meaning now. We've reached the point where we should be holding each other, without saying anything.
Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, March 1, 1950 [#225]
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Forugh Farrokhzad, from a letter to Ebrahim Golestan featured in “Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad,” tr. by Sholeh Wolpé.
María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959 (my translation)
Camus, parle de l'incipit de L'Étranger.
Camus speaks about the opening of The Stranger
I love you
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"My dear love, my black, my beautiful, my lukewarm, what a desire I have for your presence, your warmth. I think of the little room suspended above Paris, of the falling evening, of the glow of the radiator and of us, linked to each other, in the penumbra..."
Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance ; January 16th 1950 [#130] ☆– quote credit: @acknowledgetheabsurd
Photo: Albert, in the love-nest Camus-Casarès, Rue de Vaullirard, Paris, early 1950s. (source: insolitoestudio ig)
on loving someone who has passed
a self portrait in letters by anne sexton / aubade by louise glück / achilles and patroclus by @maieste / all about love by bell hooks / blue sun by nina mouawad / albert camus correspondance to maria casarès / un homme et une femme by stephan sinding / the gods show up by michael kinnucan / the chronology of water: a memoir by lidia yuknavitch
« C'était le jour de ma fête, cela devait être un jour de joie, et pour cela il fallait t'avoir à mes côtés... et tu as préféré t'en aller ailleurs.
Pas un baiser, même un seul. Tu ne m'as pas donné de baiser aujourd'hui. »
–Renée Vivien dans une lettre à Natalie Clifford Barney, Hôtel des Pays-Bas, Utrecht, circa 1904, citée dans Le papillon de l'âme de Marc Bonvalot (p. 22–23)