Quel est celui de nous qui n’a pas, dans ses jours d’ambition, rêvé le miracle d’une prose poétique, musicale sans rythme et sans rime, assez souple et assez heurtée pour s’adapter aux mouvements lyriques de l’âme, aux ondulations de la rêverie, aux soubresauts de la conscience? C’est surtout de la fréquentation des villes énormes, c’est du croisement de leurs innombrables rapports que naît cet idéal obsédant.
—Brother Chuck, Le Spleen de Paris (English translation)
This is a few days early—I think. (The International Date Line is one of those things I just don’t get, along with… oh, left and right [in the spatial sense], calculus, etc.) In any event, there’s a prima to take into account, too.
Thank you for…
* You know, if you chase it with Evian, the calories just wash away. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. By the way, I still can’t find this (I looked in Montréal, too).
For your birthday, I dedicate this song to you. It’s one of my very favorites, by one of my very favorite musicians, and I know you will get its heat and earthiness and drink-deeply-0f-life vertigo.
Buon compleanno, amore!
P.S. Tell P to friend me already!
On Yom Kippur, we release illusions of who we are. We relinquish the hold of the yetzer hara (evil inclination) that has so cleverly masqueraded as ourselves… We need to know that it is the yetzer hara that makes us feel like we are not enough, that makes us feel that we have to be perfect to be loved. It is the yetzer hara that makes us feel jealous, spiteful, angry, defeated, bitter, etc. It is not who we really are.
—Melinda Ribner
To all, an easy fast, and may we all be sealed for a good and blessèd year! See you next week.
May it be Your will, our G-d and G-d of our ancestors, to renew us for a good, sweet year.
vilaine fille wishes you and yours all blessings of health, love, serenity, abundance, and success in 5768.
I’ll be back after Labor Day. (Maybe.)
To my fellow Statunitensi, a safe and happy holiday!
To all, an excellent rentrée!
Et à ceux qui s’apprêtent à créer, in bocca al lupo et m*rde m*rde m*rde !
Aussi, sitôt qu’à l’horizon
La nuit voluptueuse monte,
Apaisant tout, même la faim,
Effaçant tout, même la honte,
Le Poète se dit: «Enfin!… »
—Brother Chuck (with translation and audio)
The lovely and talented Miss Despina, who does us all the great favo(u)r of blogging her fabulous and beautifully wrought adventures, sent vilaine fille’s way a Creative Blogger Award.
Thank you, Despina! Thank you for being a wonderful blog-friend; thank you for sharing your great soul with us; thank you for sprinkling a bit of pixie-dust on a battered heart.
You can fly! You can fly!
Soon you’ll zoom all around the room,
all it takes is faith and trust.
But the thing that's a positive must
is a little bit of pixie dust,
the dust is a positive must.
I’m supposed to pass on the award, but I’m a bit distracted right now by preparations for an upcoming trip, so I will do so in September.
By the way, one of my alter egos is now on Facebook. (The friend who urged me to sign up is, like, half my age—pour de vrai ! But I thank her, too, because it can be fun to waste time there.)
Buon ferragosto a tutti: in particolare, alla sor; a M, K e il sommo L; a G, S e l’altrettanto sommo F; a D; a R (non sai che gran piacere che mi hai fatto!); ai sommi artisti e musicisti che ho il privilegio di conoscere un po’; agli altri che non passano chez vilaine fille.
L’anno venturo da voi!?! Me lo auguro!
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