Clarice Lispector: 6 commented poetic texts
Clarice Lispector (1920-1977) is some of the most outstanding women of the XX century Brazilian literature. It is also recognized internationally, with translations in more than ten languages.
Donates an intimate literary work and a cheia of metaphors, it is a reference for both readers and writers of the following generations.
The author is known for her romances, stories and chronicles and, in spite of not having published poems, she deixou em seus texts strong poetic load, producing a legacy loaded with lyricism and questions about life and seus mistérios.
1. To perfeição
Or that it reassures me that everything or that it exists, it exists with absolute precision. Or that for the size of a head of the pillow not transferred to a fraction of a millimeter as well as the size of a head of the pad. Tudo or that there is a great excitement. It is a pity that a greater part of the existence of such exhaustion, we are technically invisible. Although it is true to be exact and clear in itself, when it comes to us, it becomes vague and technically invisible. Or bom é that a true chega a nos as a secret sense you give coisas. We ended up guessing, confused, perfectly.
Or small text face part of publication Uncovered to the world (A compilation of writings published in journals and magazines between 1967 and 1973). Here, the author presents us with a quite philosophical thought about “existence das coisas”.
Clarice traça a line of reasoning that leads or reader (a) to reflet about or that is visible and invisible. And so we can imagine that the não fails us as soon as it gives materiality, but also of feelings and the understanding of our own world.
2. Um sopro of life
Meu Deus, I gave myself to courage of viver thirty and sixty five days and nights, all vazios of Your presence. It gives me the courage to consider this vazio as a plenitude. Faça com that eu seja Your humble lover, entwined with You em êxtase. Faça com that eu possa falar com this tremendous vazio and receive as a response or maternal love that nourishes and packs. Faça com that eu had a courage to love you, sem to hate as your offenses to my soul and my body. Faça like solidão does not destroy me. Faça com that minha solidão serve me as a companhia. Faça com that eu had the courage to face me. Faça com that he knew how to do nothing and the same way I would feel like he was full of everything. Receba em teus braços meu sin of thinking. (…)
Um sopro of life It was Clarice's last book, published posthumously, in 1977.
This information may give us clues about her motivations to write these thoughts present in this section of the work. This is because, as of 1974, when it began to be written, the writer was seriously absent, dying in 1977.
In this short text we observe a person who understands his condition of finitude, understands himself human and empty. In the meantime, he cries out to the divine that I have completed my solidity.
Here, we can also draw a parallel between the ideas of “solidão” and “solitude”. At first it would be or distressing feeling to find yourself in the world, just solitude and felt as a prazer in your own company, or preenchimento of yourself.
3. I don't understand
I don't understand. It is so vast that it goes beyond anyone to understand. Understand is always limited. But I cannot understand how I can be bordering on the borders. I feel that I am much more complete when I do not understand. I do not understand, like a phallus, é um dom.
I don't understand, but not as simple in spirit. Or bom é to be smart and not understand. É uma benção estranha, as ter loucura sem be golden. É um disinteresse meek, é uma doçura de burrice. I know that from time to time when I see concern: I want to understand a little. Não demais: more hair less understanding than I do not understand.
Or text is present na publicação Uncovered to the world It traces a reflection on or understanding of the world and the capacity of the author (and of all readers) to understand two segregated that close to human existence.
We can relate these Claricean reflections with a famous phrase "I know that nothing sei ", attributed to the Greek philosopher Socrates, in ignorance and valued as a gesture of intellectual simplicity.
4. O Nascimento do Prazer
O prazer nascendo doi so much that I prefer to feel accustomed to a or unusual prazer. A true joy does not have a possible explanation, it does not have the possibility of being understood - and it seems like the beginning of an irrecoverable loss. It is completely melted and unsupportively good - as it is to die fosse or nosso bem maior e final, it is not to die, it is to life incommensuravel that chega to resemble greatness to death.
It must be flooded with joy for the few years - pois é a life nascendo. E burn no tiver força, that first cover each nerve with a protective film, with a film of death to be able to tolerate life. This film can consist of any formal protective act, any silence, or several words that are meaningful. Pois o prazer não é de se skip com ele. Ele é nós.
Esse é mais um text present em Uncovered to the world.
Clarice is not willing to reveal her personal life, keeping discreet in interviews. In the meantime, when I wrote chronicles for jornais, she ended up revealing part of herself, of her feelings, emotions and reflections.
Em O nascimento do prazer, we can glimpse as a writer assimilated to noção de prazer (starting from the erotic perspective), understanding-or as a "little death", a fresh to olhar or divine.
5. Belong
A friend of mine, doctor, assegurou-me that from or berço to child or environment, to child love: nela or human being, not berço same, já começou.
I am sure that I do not believe that Minha Primeira vontade was to belong. For reasons that do not matter here, I somehow have to feel that it does not belong to anything and to nothing. Nasci de graça.
I know I did not experience this human encouragement, she continues to accompany me for life afore, as a destiny is fostered. At the beginning of my heart it will contract of inveja and desire when I old a freira: she belongs to Deus.
Exactly because it is strong in my encouragement to give myself to something or to someone, it makes me quite surly: I have a means of revealing how much I need and how I am poor. Sou, sim. Very poor. I only have a body and a soul. And I need more than that.
As tempo, especially in recent years, I lost my being people. I don't know how much I know. E uma a new kind of "solidão de não belonging" começou to invade me like you are my wall.
I wanted more old and belonged, why then was I never part of clubs or associations? Because I am not the one who wants to belong. Or that he wanted, and not posso, and for example that everything or that he saw me from inside myself, he could give what he belonged to. Same minhas alegrias, like são solitarias at the same time. Solitary joy can turn pathetic.
How to make a present all embrulhada in paper shaved with present new ones - and not to burn dizer: take, é seu, open-o! I don't want to see myself in pathetic situations and, by a kind of restraint, avoiding or taking on tragedy, I rarely play the role of present my feelings.
Belonging to it, we hardly ever see a failure and need to join something or somebody else. Many times you have an intense time to belong to my own force - I want to belong so that my force is not useless and fortifies a person or a coisa.
Quase I am able to visualize myself not berço, quase I am able to reproduce it in a vague way and not initially feeling of needing to belong. For reasons that nem minha mãe nem meu pai could control, eu nasci e fiquei barely: born.
A life fez from time to time when I belong, as it is fostered to give me as I do not belong. E então eu soube: belonging to the nursery.
Chronic Belong It was published in a journal in 1968. Nela, a writer, addresses the question of abandonment, abandonment and inherent anguish to all of us.
Clarice is acclaimed precisely for being able to interpret and demonstrate in words reflections on life that, The same time that you are unexplained and enigmatic, they are known for a majority of us, but part of the condition human.
Assim, ao say that she seeks to belong, in reality the author tells us about a belonging of whether and how or pure ato de viver já traz a notção of simply "being".
6. Give me to Tua Mão
Dá-me a tua mão: Vou now will tell you as an inexpressive entrei that always foi a minha seeks blind and secret. Of how entrei naquilo that exists between or number um and or number two, of how I saw a line of mistério and fire, and that is line sub-reptícia. Between two notes of music there is a note, between two fatos there is a fato, between two grãos of areia for more together that thisjam exists an interval of space, there is a feeling that it between or feel - our interstícios of the primordial matter is in line of mystery and fire that is breathing of the world, and continuous breathing of the world and that which we offered and we were from be quiet.
Or text integrates or romance A paixão second G.H (1964), considered one of the most important works by Clarice.
Here, again, the writer lifts us up in a flux of philosophical thoughts, or that, furthermore, permeates all her writing. Or that it is placed in an attempt to translate or silence it here that cannot be disclosed, due to its enormous mystery.
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