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4.23 AVERAGE
4.23 AVERAGE
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
dark
emotional
sad
slow-paced
small book but felt like a 1000 pages
no cohesive and understandable sentences
no cohesive and understandable sentences
emotional
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
N/A
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
La belleza que acabo de terminar de leer,,,, es bello y muy “inteligente mente” escrito. Fue un poco confuso? si, pero no son así los pensamientos?
Al momento que Clarice Lispector reflexiona, nos toca como lectores reflexionar a la vez. Bello
Al momento que Clarice Lispector reflexiona, nos toca como lectores reflexionar a la vez. Bello
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
All the things she wanted throughout the book in order:
the plasma
to eat straight from the placenta
to possess the atoms of time
to seize her is
the vibrating substratum of the repeated word sung in Gregorian chant
to grab the word in her hand
to speak
the last word which is also so primary that it gets tangled up with the unattainable part of the real
to know about good tangled up like hair in evil, evil that is good
to write to you like someone learning
to put into words but without description the existence of the cave that some time ago she painted—and she doesn’t know how
the flow of the instant
the vibration of happiness
impartiality of Mozart
inconsistency
the flow
the most primary thing because it’s the source of generation
to feel in her hands the quivering and lively nerve of the now and may that nerve resist her like a restless vein
an invented truth
the inconclusive
the experience that nevertheless hints at an underlying order
the profound organic disorder of a lack of construction
nothing
to be “bio”
thick milk
to tell you about the strength that guides her and brings her the world itself, about the vital sensuality of clear structures, and about the curves that are organically connected to other curved shapes
bloody life, and the occult meaning has an intensity that has light
a cloak woven from threads of solar gold
to be buried with the watch on her wrist so that in the earth something can pulse time
to be buried straight in the ground though inside a coffin
to die with life
to capture the it in order not to paint an eagle and a horse, but a horse with the open wings of a great eagle
birds in the trees or flying far from her hands
to call a rose “jewel of my life”
to paint a rose
to put an ellipsis now
oranges
to look at the extraordinarily handsome and virile man that she felt a joy of creation
geometric streaks that cross in the air and form a disharmony that she understands
yet another life
to feel in her probing hands the living and quivering nerve of the today
the glory of falling
to paint a theme
to create an object
to have the freedom to say unconnected things as a deep way of touching you
disarticulation
to make that happiness eternal through the intermediary of the objectification of the word
to see if she can capture what happened to her by using words
to tell you that after the freedom of the state of grace also comes the freedom of the imagination also happens
to say things that comfort her and that are a little free
something calm and without fashions
to have really touched the monument along the way
All the things she didn’t want throughout the book in order:
something already made but something still being tortuously made
to awaken beyond the day’s awakening
final nakedness
to ask why
pain of living
to be I
to have the terrible limitation of those who live merely from what can make sense
glossy black panther caged
cheating
to be filed in a wall as in the São João Batista cemetery where there’s no more room in the ground
to tell even herself certain things
the boy she saw with the hair of an archangel running after a ball
the extraordinarily handsome and virile man that she felt a joy of creation
to know so much
to be a person
to die
the plasma
to eat straight from the placenta
to possess the atoms of time
to seize her is
the vibrating substratum of the repeated word sung in Gregorian chant
to grab the word in her hand
to speak
the last word which is also so primary that it gets tangled up with the unattainable part of the real
to know about good tangled up like hair in evil, evil that is good
to write to you like someone learning
to put into words but without description the existence of the cave that some time ago she painted—and she doesn’t know how
the flow of the instant
the vibration of happiness
impartiality of Mozart
inconsistency
the flow
the most primary thing because it’s the source of generation
to feel in her hands the quivering and lively nerve of the now and may that nerve resist her like a restless vein
an invented truth
the inconclusive
the experience that nevertheless hints at an underlying order
the profound organic disorder of a lack of construction
nothing
to be “bio”
thick milk
to tell you about the strength that guides her and brings her the world itself, about the vital sensuality of clear structures, and about the curves that are organically connected to other curved shapes
bloody life, and the occult meaning has an intensity that has light
a cloak woven from threads of solar gold
to be buried with the watch on her wrist so that in the earth something can pulse time
to be buried straight in the ground though inside a coffin
to die with life
to capture the it in order not to paint an eagle and a horse, but a horse with the open wings of a great eagle
birds in the trees or flying far from her hands
to call a rose “jewel of my life”
to paint a rose
to put an ellipsis now
oranges
to look at the extraordinarily handsome and virile man that she felt a joy of creation
geometric streaks that cross in the air and form a disharmony that she understands
yet another life
to feel in her probing hands the living and quivering nerve of the today
the glory of falling
to paint a theme
to create an object
to have the freedom to say unconnected things as a deep way of touching you
disarticulation
to make that happiness eternal through the intermediary of the objectification of the word
to see if she can capture what happened to her by using words
to tell you that after the freedom of the state of grace also comes the freedom of the imagination also happens
to say things that comfort her and that are a little free
something calm and without fashions
to have really touched the monument along the way
All the things she didn’t want throughout the book in order:
something already made but something still being tortuously made
to awaken beyond the day’s awakening
final nakedness
to ask why
pain of living
to be I
to have the terrible limitation of those who live merely from what can make sense
glossy black panther caged
cheating
to be filed in a wall as in the São João Batista cemetery where there’s no more room in the ground
to tell even herself certain things
the boy she saw with the hair of an archangel running after a ball
the extraordinarily handsome and virile man that she felt a joy of creation
to know so much
to be a person
to die
challenging
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
This was pure stream of consciousness, philosophical pondering and spiritual awakening, and it felt like reading through notes on the intensities of girlhood. I found so many beautiful passages
challenging
dark
mysterious
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
N/A
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
clarice! a sorceress, on the pursuit of capturing presence and the now. one to dip in and out of for futures to come.