Litterature, sociology, psychology, astrology, philosophy, art, religion, occultism, law. Everything about genius. Everything about madness. Everything about mad genious !
音樂
Curently listening : Year Zero (NIN) Last favorite music list : Colorblind (Counting Crows) ; Wise Up (Aimee Man) ; Loulou / Oncle Arthur et moi / Centre Ville (William Sheller) ; The Promise (Michael Nyman) ; Gymnopedie 3 (Erik Satie) (Sort of piano mood, indeed)
電影
12 Angry Men (Sidney Lumet, 1957) ; The Way We Were (Sydney Pollack, 1973) ; L'Histoire d'Adèle H. (François Truffaut, 1975) ; Alien (Ridley Scott, 1979) ; Frances (Graeme Clifford, 1982) ;The Right Stuff (Philip Kaufman, 1983) ; L'Été meurtrier (Jean Becker, 1983) ; The Untouchables (Brian De Palma, 1987) ; Mississippi Burning (Alan Parker, 1988) ; Gorillas in the Mist: The Story of Dian Fossey (Michael Apted, 1988) ; Awakenings (Penny Marshall, 1990) ; Hamlet (Franco Zeffirelli, 1990) ; The Fisher King (Terry Gilliam, 1991) ; La Double vie de Véronique (Krzysztof Kieslowski, 1991) ; Toys (Barry Levinson, 1992) ; Chaplin (Richard Attenborough, 1992) ; Philadelphia (Jonathan Demme, 1993) ; How to Make an American Quilt (Jocelyn Moorhouse, 1995) ; Gattaca (Andrew Niccol, 1997) ; 8MM (Joel Schumacher, 1999) ; Bicentennial Man (Chris Columbus, 1999) ; Artificial Intelligence: AI (Steven Spielberg, 2001) ; The Hours (Stephen Daldry, 2002)
Favorite people in this field : Robin Williams ; Clint Eastwood ; Charles Chaplin ; Sophie Marceau ; Jodie Foster ; Glenn Close ; Michel Audiard ; Lino Ventura ; Vincent Cassel ; Richard Berry ; Rachel Weisz ; Nicolas Cage ; Joaquin Phoenix ; Bruce Willis ; (...)
電視
The Twilight Zone (Rod Serling, 1959-1964) ; The Prisoner (George Markstein, Patrick McGoohan, 1967-1968) ; Twin Peaks (Mark Frost, David Lynch, 1990-1991)
書籍
Those I could read a thousand times : Les Misérables (Victor Hugo, 1862) ; Les Rougon-Macquart (Emile Zola, 1871-1893) ; I, Robot (Isaac Asimov, 1950) ; De l'inconvénient d'être né (Emil Cioran, 1973) ; La Sève et le Givre (Léa Silhol, 2002) ; Musiques de la Frontière (Léa Silhol, 2004) ; La Glace et la Nuit : Nigredo (Léa Silhol, 2007). All Lea Silhol's work, even her shopping lists.
And all these damned poetry writers, with a fucking huge talent.
More specifically, with no consideration of "writing kind", authors that help me to breathe, when thunder strikes too loud in my head :
Lea Silhol
Steven Forrest
Stephen King
Dane Rudhyar
Michel Maffesoli
Paul Eluard
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They obviously know how it tastes to be part of the human kind, and, more than often, it helps. A big help. God(s), skies, atomic spirit(s) of the world may be blessed for that.
I am a french woman, born in Corsica, little island of sharp moutains, and scorching violence. I've always had a real addiction for litterature : a compulsive reader, since I was able to decipher letters ; a publisher for 8 years, and anthologist of some books. Above all, I need to see the roots of literary things, and so write articles about the fields I love. I'm also a literary agent, among other things.
Is it enough to delimit a self ? Don't think so.
So let's tell I am a sort of agnostic, convinced that the final meaning of life is far beyond human's ability to understand it. Convinced that humanity is trapped (and killed, in some metaphorical way) by empiricism. And convinced, consequently, that truth and meaning are the only valuable aims that human beings must try to reach, relentlessly, and hopelessly. Otherwise, we just exist as mouths to fill, hands to grab and sexs to fuck. Whow. So exciting.
So I take a deep interest in all forms taken by the human search for what can be called illumination : philosophy, religions, occultism, spirituality, symbolism, whatever. For the concrete manifestation of growth (or regress) in sociology, politics, communication, and so on. And, above all, for the ones who carry into the world seeds of growth, quest and transformation, and so for litterature, art, and the creators beyond.
For years, living in a little town, I've only found all of this in books, and spirit of dead people. Internet ? A rumor far away. People around me ? Mainly liars, deceivers, cowards, narrow-minded beings lost in the so important cares of social integration. I was for them the "too-much" girl. Too passionate-fervent-seeker-violent-immoderate-whatever.
At the age of 14 I deeply feeled this state of mind depicted by Patch Adams / Robin Williams :
All of life is a coming home.
Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers--
all of us.
All the restless hearts of the world...
all trying to find a way home.
It's hard to describe what I felt like then.
Picture yourself walking for days in a driving snow.
You don't even know you're walking in circles--
the heaviness of your legs in the drifts;
your shouts disappearing into the wind.
How small you can feel.
How far away home can be.
Home.
The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin...
and a goal or destination.
And the storm?
The storm was all in my mind.
Or, as the poet Dante put it...
"ln the middle of the journey of my life I found myself in a dark wood...
for I had lost the right path."
Eventually I would find the right path...
Then in 1996, I finally found this right path. Crossing the road of Lea Silhol, by accident. It was about time, cause nobody can hold the storms alone forever. Lea Silhol was the "too-much" woman for the world. Too idealist and cynic, intense and uncorrupted, true as structural steel. She sees the patterns of the world, and all his rhythms, and sounds, and cries, are banging in her head. And, my oh my, she is a writer. Some alchemist-creator of the logos. She shows me the right path, on the way she is.
And then, since ten years, I get through to make something really valuable of my life, and of myself. Believing that finally, it's possible to see the glitter before the final countdown of death, in other human beings. The essential lesson I was hungered after. I'm now always the same seeker, but the burning skies gave me a sister, and I can carry on this road, with the Alice Bailey's Taurus devise : "The battle have to be continued, without fear."
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Websites :
* Tisseuse.org : Site du fan-club de l'oeuvre de Léa Silhol * Fragmentale.net : Littérature, société et autres désordres (en construction... d'ici 2012 maybe)
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我想認識： Living ones __________________________________________
Robin Williams (but not only "meet" him. I would like to know him.) William Sheller (to understand this musical thing) Steven Forrest, to learn always more things about human constellations Jude Law, to play scrabble Joaquin Phoenix, to do *anything* except scrabble
Dead ones ___________________________________________
Carl Gustav Jung, with Lea Silhol, 30 liters of coffee, and twenty days to debate about humanity, soul and such things Emile Zola, to take his hands, and talk about his life and work Vladimir Ilitch Oulianov, to understand better
Fictional characters ___________________________________ Under construction
Hello Natacha, Petit passage pour déposer quelques thanxxx à ta porte, je suis plongée dans le bouquin de Peay et c'est très instructif pour la néophyte que je suis ^^' Bises, hope you're doing fine ! :)
Hey Natacha :) Te souhaite un anniversaire du tonnerre ! Des voeux tous azimuts pour une année riche en great things (et dépourvue de malédictions, informatique z'ou autres) ^_^ Bises, & à bientôt !
MySpace dit que c'est ton anniv', mais il ne dit pas la date exact ! Et j'ai un doute aussi sur ce fameux jour ! :-/ Donc, Bon anniversaire Natacha ! En retard ou à l'avance, mais le coeur y est ^_^ Maria
Thanks, Natacha ! :) Le virus a dû épuiser pas mal de ses forces lors de l'attaque massive montpelliéraine O_o, car me voilà quasi sur pattes ! Bises, & à bientôt pour les réjouissances proches ;)
