tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77926953686724968382012-01-16T15:00:13.378-08:00Tout le monde me montre du doigt sauf les manchots, ça va de soi.Eulàliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16914453111257502081noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792695368672496838.post-6616271192007123102012-01-16T15:00:00.000-08:002012-01-16T15:00:13.392-08:00<i>Il y a à parier&nbsp;que toute idée publique, toute&nbsp;convention reçue, est une sottise, car elle a convenue au plus grand nombre.</i><br /><br /><br />The purloined letter, Edgar Allan Poe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7792695368672496838-661627119200712310?l=reputationmauvaise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eulàliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16914453111257502081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792695368672496838.post-36109548480891139912011-08-21T06:10:00.000-07:002011-08-21T06:13:03.176-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_S15qWexb4/TlEERPjzzkI/AAAAAAAAHMI/02hUbn1dU-4/s1600/IMG_2008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_S15qWexb4/TlEERPjzzkI/AAAAAAAAHMI/02hUbn1dU-4/s320/IMG_2008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643296502352956994" /></a>la memòria que els noms dels carrers guarden <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7792695368672496838-3610954848089113991?l=reputationmauvaise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eulàliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16914453111257502081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792695368672496838.post-86385279381256351972010-12-02T12:23:00.000-08:002010-12-02T12:31:38.809-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIHw-9KHjc/TPgCHavSMxI/AAAAAAAAHF0/nti43vPaHas/s1600/bovaryleon.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546185267566752530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIHw-9KHjc/TPgCHavSMxI/AAAAAAAAHF0/nti43vPaHas/s320/bovaryleon.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Volent reduir Flaubert a un corrent literari no sabíem si titllar-lo de realista pel mer fet de voler fer un retrat social, o de romàntic per criticar aquesta societat o de simbolista per despreciar l'anti-idealisme. Desfent-nos d'aquesta voluntat reduccionista, el que ens trobem és un artista: un escriptor humà que no es quadra a cap corrent, un escriptor amb un estil i un to propis. És un escriptor que es distingeix per ell mateix i del qual no podem dir que s'assembla a cap altre escriptor. La seva obra té una olor característica, un perfum que el fa destacar i que no ens permet, de cap de les maneres, etiquetar-lo. La seva excel·lència no ens permet adjudicar-lo en un corrent: Flaubert no és realista, no és romàntic, no és simbolista, Gustave Flaubert és Gustave Flaubert.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Les Guapes del TR. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7792695368672496838-8638527938125635197?l=reputationmauvaise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eulàliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16914453111257502081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792695368672496838.post-26707493384313114552010-01-19T08:15:00.001-08:002010-01-19T08:17:28.370-08:00L'art no només ens remet alguna cosa sinó que ens la fa present.<br /><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Apunts de literatura universal sobre el text <em>Symbolisme de l'art</em> de Nicolas Grimaldi</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7792695368672496838-2670749338431311455?l=reputationmauvaise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eulàliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16914453111257502081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792695368672496838.post-51321909991738635082009-10-31T14:30:00.000-07:002009-10-31T14:40:06.313-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIHw-9KHjc/SuyuVpVF4EI/AAAAAAAAFU4/1LsbIBIGs8w/s1600-h/30-11-08+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398881740205187138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIHw-9KHjc/SuyuVpVF4EI/AAAAAAAAFU4/1LsbIBIGs8w/s320/30-11-08+013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have confidence in sunshine,</div><div>I have confidence in rain,</div><div><strong>I have confidence that spring will come again,</strong> </div><div>Besides which, you see, I have confidence in me.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7792695368672496838-5132190999173863508?l=reputationmauvaise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eulàliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16914453111257502081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792695368672496838.post-23749546718026117012009-10-20T10:09:00.000-07:002010-12-02T12:16:28.199-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7792695368672496838-2374954671802611701?l=reputationmauvaise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eulàliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16914453111257502081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792695368672496838.post-29440148718160651782009-09-25T12:23:00.000-07:002009-09-25T12:38:29.147-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385491563097082370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIHw-9KHjc/Sr0cCwdDygI/AAAAAAAAFQY/llVm_XFu-8k/s320/CIMG3002.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div>No és un planeta qualsevol, la Terra. S'hi compten cent onze reis (sense oblidar, naturalment, els reis negres), set mil geògrafs, nou-cents mil homes de negocis, set milions i mig d'embriacs, tres-cents onze milions de vanitosos, o sigui, uns dos mil milions de gent gran.</div><br /><br /><div><em>El petit príncep, </em>Antoine de Saint-Exupéry</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7792695368672496838-2944014871816065178?l=reputationmauvaise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eulàliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16914453111257502081noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792695368672496838.post-70108084862328722442009-09-09T16:16:00.000-07:002009-09-09T16:49:33.902-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIHw-9KHjc/Sqg4zMngp-I/AAAAAAAAFEQ/vzFCK07xR6w/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379612207105484770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIHw-9KHjc/Sqg4zMngp-I/AAAAAAAAFEQ/vzFCK07xR6w/s320/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Maldigo la poesía concebida como un lujo</div><div>cultural por los neutrales</div><div>que, lavándose las manos, se desentienden y evaden.</div><div>Maldigo la poesía de quien no toma partido hasta mancharse. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>.</div><div>Gabriel Celaya</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7792695368672496838-7010808486232872244?l=reputationmauvaise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eulàliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16914453111257502081noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792695368672496838.post-42711856366315609552009-09-08T11:22:00.000-07:002009-09-08T11:26:37.958-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIHw-9KHjc/Sqah1rczTkI/AAAAAAAAE7A/tnnsiW_MJpU/s1600-h/5-11-08_004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379164748509302338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIHw-9KHjc/Sqah1rczTkI/AAAAAAAAE7A/tnnsiW_MJpU/s320/5-11-08_004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Va, comme hier! Comme hier! Comme hier!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7792695368672496838-4271185636631560955?l=reputationmauvaise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eulàliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16914453111257502081noreply@blogger.com0