#fleur jaeggy

[lunamarish]

Non so più distinguere tra la collera che mi possiede e la pace che mi sono imposta.

Fleur Jaeggy

[rosebriding]

fleur jaeggy, sweet days of discipline

[yourdearestenemyluke]

I Am the Brother of XX by Fleur Jaeggy // the sorrow festival by erin slaughter// Monster Movie by Nicola Maye Goldberg // Unicorn by Angela Carter // History of my brief body, Billy-Ray Belcourt // Lucerys Velaryon and Aemond Targaryen, House of the dragon

[obsessioncollector]

... We saw life pass by beneath our windows, observed it in books and on our walks, watched the seasons change. It was always a reflection, a reflection that seemed to freeze on our windowsills. 

Fleur Jaeggy, Sweet Days of Discipline, trans. Tim Parks

[virgin-martyr]

After that we became inseparable. Like an illness. 

Fleur Jaeggy, excerpt from "Agnes" of I Am the Brother of XX

[chocodorothy]

“What Micheline wanted from life was to have a good time, and wasn’t that what I wanted too? Sometimes it upset me deeply that I was neglecting Frédérique, and other times it gave me a kind of satisfaction. I was doing it on purpose. And I saw Frédérique, exactly as she had been, never talking to anyone, detached from the rest of us, detached from the world, and I wanted to go and talk to her, to tell her that it was a joke for me, a distraction, that she should let me play. As soon as I had these thoughts, I did the opposite. Was I perhaps punishing Frédérique for my love?"

Sweet Days of Discipline, Fleur Jaeggy.

[theunbearablelightnessofbein]

Adieu, un suono breve e morigerato. Gli addii hanno lontane progeniture e i paesaggi li coprono di sterpaglia e polvere.

[aschenblumen]

¿Quién era? Para mí no era nadie, y sin embargo tengo presentes su fisonomía y su cuerpo. Tal vez aquellos a los que no prestamos atención resurgen por un extraño juego maligno. Sus facciones se nos quedan más grabadas que las de aquellos que hemos tenido en cuenta. Nuestra mente es una serie de nichos. Nuestros nadies acuden a la llamada, criaturas voraces se yerguen a veces como buitres en las fisonomías de los que hemos amado. Una multitud de rostros habita en los nichos, rico alimento. La muchacha alemana, mientras escribo, dibuja, como en una comisaría de policía, sus rasgos. ¿Cuál es su nombre? Su nombre ha desaparecido. Pero no basta con olvidar un nombre para olvidar al ser. Todo está allí, en el nicho.

—Fleur Jaeggy, Los hermosos años del castigo. Traducción de Juana Bignozzi.

[elena-ferrante]

[mosscollector]

But I persevered in the pleasure of taking my sadness to the limit, the way one does with some practical joke. The pleasure of disappointment.

Fleur Jaeggy, Sweet Days of Discipline

[knifeeater]

Mari Asato Fatal Frame | Fleur Jaeggy Sweet Days of Discipline | Jacqueline Audry Olivia | Peter Weir Picnic at Hanging Rock

[ninjavolador]

Fleur Jaeggy

[ribotrecords]

Fleur Jaeggy

[obsessioncollector]

... I still thought that to get something you had to go straight for your goal, whereas it is only distractions, uncertainty, distance that bring us closer to our targets, and then it is the target which strikes us. 

Fleur Jaeggy, Sweet Days of Discipline, trans. Tim Parks

[virgin-martyr]

I had a passion for sleep. For those twelve hours of absolute immobility. For those twelve hours of absolute distance from the world. Twelve hours of gentle, o so sweet burial. My body does not dream. It is not there.

Fleur Jaeggy, excerpt from "I Am the Brother of XX" of I Am the Brother of XX

[chocodorothy]

Finished Sweet Days of Discipline by Fleur Jaeggy. Loved it. I felt like Frédérique’s obstinate discipline was a way to exclude others and control the world. Her sharp indifference when she’s betrayed and wounded by the narrator was her idea of punishment and protection. No, don’t think you’re special. I’m treating you like the rest. I’m punishing you.

I loved Frédérique. There’s always something violent waiting to happen whenever she appears. You can feel the rage. Something will blow up soon. Tight and sharp.