#l'oublie

[espritlibreetcontraire]

L'oubli s'étend comme un voile léger, insidieux et silencieux, sur les contours flous d'un visage autrefois si net. Chaque jour, un détail s'efface : la courbe d’un sourire, l’éclat d’un regard, la mélodie d’une voix qui semblait inoubliable. Ce n’est pas le cœur qui trahit, non, mais le temps, ce sculpteur patient qui polit les souvenirs jusqu'à en réduire les arêtes vives.

Alors, on cherche dans l’ombre des objets, dans le parfum d’un livre, dans les murmures du vent, un écho, un fragment, une trace. Mais l’absence, ce maître d’œuvre de l’oubli, s’installe. Et pourtant, dans cette érosion lente, subsiste une chaleur, un battement, une preuve intangible : même oubliée, la personne disparue continue de vivre, nichée quelque part, dans l’espace infini de l’âme.

[zeldabecameaqueen]

sk8board did this Cucurucho cookies poster, just wanted it to not be forgotten

from Baghera's stream "la suite de la soirée d'accueil du nouveau membre" (11/02/2024)

love love love DanSir, Lapin, Sk8board and Tototte, genuinely each character was adorable

sign translation: "yeah, shush I never said it"

→ responding to "c'est toi qu'a fait ça ?"/"it's you who did that?"

[tomoleary]

Bruno Marchand “La corniche de l'oubli“ Spirou, Fantasio et Marsupilami Source

[sorrydupuis]

je sais jamais quoi faire avec Spip dans mes doujins *awkwardly draws him sleeping in a corner somewhere*

[folichonneries]

[melikes-reads]

Good Omens - French version

Can we just talk about Crowley's name in French? Rampa.

Honestly, it's a stroke of genius.

To crawl = ramper

Crawley (his original name) becomes Rampant (= he who crawls)

Crowley (his new name) becomes Rampa (= he crawled)

Bonus points for maintaining: 1) the original meaning of the word and 2) the subtle sound change in pronunciation, from a nasal A to a simple A, like the difference between Crawley and Crowley in English.

Brilliant.

More ramblings under the cut / Plus de divagations sous la coupe

La version française de GO2 est la plus drôle jusqu’ici.

Un mot en particulier : Rampa !

Certes, je n’avais jamais lu la traduction du libre, donc trouver le nom de mon démon préféré remplacé par « Rampa » a été d'abord étonnant. Mais après, j’ai réfléchi, il n’y a pas d’adaptation française sans traduire chaque mot : ordinateur, souris, numérique… Rampa !

Choix brillant, à vrai dire. To crawl = ramper. Et rampa est la troisième personne du singulier du passé simple, mais il ressemble aussi à un prénom qui évoque l’idée d’un serpent … rampant. En fait, le public français peut mieux apprécier l’association entre le nom du démon et sa signification originale. Ce n’est pas une coïncidence que « Rampant » est le premier nom avec lequel le démon se présente à Aziraphale, et après il le change en « Rampa ». La différence entre le A nasal et le A simple est aussi subtile que le contraste entre Crawley et Crowley en anglais. Bravo, les traducteurs !

Autre traduction hardie : créatures au lieu de personnes/gens.

Dans le premier épisode, Aziraphale explique à Rampa le plan du Tout-Puissant pour la Terre, c’est-à-dire la peupler de « people » dans la version originale anglaise. Alors, on peut traduire « people » par « personnes » ou par « gens », mais les dialoguistes ont choisi… créatures ?

Or, j’arrive à comprendre pourquoi ils ont écarté « personnes » : trop de possibilités de se tromper avec le singulier, « personne », qui veut dire exactement le contraire de tout le monde et, dans ce sens-là, pouvait prêter à confusion.

Mais alors, je me suis dit, pourquoi pas « gens » ? Un mot sans aucune ambiguïté, avec l’avantage d’être suffisamment spécifique pour se référer au genre humain, tandis que « créatures » est si générique qu’il peut désigner n’importe quel être vivant, animal ou végétal. 

Au moins, la version québécoise est plus cohérente: elle utilise « les humains », pas de malentendus !

Les Francophones de Tumblr, qu'en pensez-vous ?

P.S. To the Québécois, why does the French-Canadian dubbing sound so … French? Or is it just me? Did they get the accent right?

[rastronomicals]

9:27 AM EST December 13, 2023:

Naked City -   "Notre Dame De L'Oubli (For Oliver Messiaen)" From the album Absinthe (December 10, 1993)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[coulisses-onirisme]

Les sentiers de l’oubli film de Nicol Ruiz Benivades

Paths of Oblivion film by Nicol Ruiz Benivades

In the past, I was beautiful, I attracted attention,

On my glorious passage, the (men) the (women) turned around,

The world and its considerations, yes, everything belonged to me!

Now I am old, I have lost my power.

I received many roses; their thorns have wounded me,

After the happy days followed the freezing nights,

I have faced deserts, storms, and jackals,

And without ever giving in, I fought, endured.

But all these blows of fate, received in the face,

By leaving indelible traces on my skin,

Have strengthened my soul, like a working muscle.

She became more beautiful after each battle!

And all you who think, her beauty has faded,

Carried away by time, well you are wrong,

Because from this dark stone that was my heart, before,

The bad weather of life has made it a diamond.

Behind my eyes, washed out by so many tears shed,

And my wrinkled eyelids, worn by torment,

My soul hides...

Look at her, and you will see,

How beautiful I am, much more beautiful... than at twenty!

Martine Hadjedj

[saigon-song]

Notre cher pianiste Emmanuel Christien, qui a accompagné d'une main de maître l'opéra et fait ressentir toute la beauté de la musique de Benjamin Attahir. Au premier plan, la fidèle Hélène Vergnes dont les costumes ont subjugué l'assistance !

Une équipe merveilleuse pour un projet incroyable. Inoubliable !

Opéra de Saigon, novembre 2023

[zopf-quaalude]

Kings of oblivion.

Danger danger La terre dans son enfance est dangereuse. Pour tous ceux qui savent, elle est dangereuse. Pour nous, qui sommes. Dangereux.

/ Il y a eu trois incarnations successives. Il y a eu trois incarnations successives. L'une d'elles était. Il y a eu trois incarnations successives. Deux étaient. Il y a trois incarnations successives. Trois seront.

[coldperfection]

Le silence de Marcel rend son absence plus vibrante et terrible. Son souvenir loge en toute chose et le monde n'apparaît plus que déformé par le prisme de son départ, la réalité enceinte de cette monstruosité qui la corrompt et la décale. Chaque lieu, chaque détail l'invoque : les chemins qu'il a pris, les mots prononcés, le seau auquel il étanchait sa soif, la jument dont il démêlait le crin. Éléonore croit retrouver sa voix portée par une bourrasque ; ce n'est que le bruit du vent, une branche qui se brise, un vieux fermier qui, plus loin, rappelle son troupeau. Elle croit sentir son odeur couvée sous l'odeur des bêtes, dans leurs pelages, leurs sueurs doucereuses, leurs plis chauds, la corne de leurs sabots. Quand elle croise un homme, quel qu'il soit, elle ferme les yeux et inspire l'air déplacé par ce corps, un effluve mâle que sa mémoire tâtonne dans l'espoir d'y associer ce visage déjà distant, incertain, fragile. Elle parle aux animaux. Elle parle aux porcs dont Marcel remarquait les yeux bruns et ciliés. Elle compose par bribes un souvenir, lui insuffle l'haleine d'un autre, le torse blanc d'un garçon vu au champ, la présence lointaine et grave d'un busard.

Jean-Baptiste Del Amo, Règne animal

[jyoongim]

Can you do like pastor gets jealous over y/n before a demon guy friend approached her and when they get to the hotel he fucks her hard but with a lovely aftercare?? Tysm🙏❤️

hehehe Alastor would definitely not like some other male around his darling. Friend or not.

themes: jealous Alastor, rough sex, possessive, darling just being nice, aftercare, slight fluff

You and Alastor were out on an outing doing a little shopping and whatnot, when an old friend approached you. You smiled “Oh! Its been a age my friend how have you been?” The two of you chatted, completely unaware of the red demon approaching. 

Alastor had noticed that you were no longer by his side and turned his head to see a demon fellow talking to you. He felt his eye twitch when the male wrapped his arm around you and let out a laugh at whatever you had said.

it was when the demon grabbed your hand and kissed it, when Alastor made his presence known.

”Darling who is this?”

You turned to him smiling “Ah Alastor you remember f/n? i was just telling him about the hotel”

Alastor’s smile turned sharp “Aaaaah yeeesss pleasure to see you again”

the demon gulped and gave a nervous laugh.

Alastor wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, sneering at the sinner as the poor soul told you of his latest ventures.

”Dear we should head back. Now” Alastor said motioning gently for you to get a move on.

you nodded and bidded your friend a goodbye, hugging him and telling him you hoped to see him again soon.

As you walked way, you failed to notice Alastor turn his head around and morph slightly into his demon form scaring the poor demon to death.

Back at the hotel, Alastor swiftly led you to your shared bedroom.

Once inside, you were just chatting away happily about your friend while taking your shoes off; completely unaware of Alastor’s growing irritation.

”Oh how nice it was to see him! It has been so long. I do hope he come by so I can show him around, he seemed intrigued about our work here”

You were halfway undressed when sharp claws dug into your shoulder, turning you around to see a very fed up Alastor.

his eyes were glowing dials and his antlers had grew.

”Alastor?” You tilted your head in question, wondering what could have set off the lanky demon.

”no more talk of that riff raft dear. It is quite irritating”

you blinked surprised “Alastor don’t tell me youre jealous?”

he let out a laugh as he twirled a piece of your hair

”ooh no dear but…”  you were tossed on the bed and with a bounce he caught your ankle, snatching you to be under him.

he made quick work of you panties and inserted a finger inside of you.

You let out a soft moan and gagged when a claw pressed on your tongue.

Alastor’s smile widened “ it seems my little darling need a reminder that she is mine”

With a sound of his zipper, you let out a whine as he thrusted into you.

bottoming out immediately.

”A-Alastor!” He didn’t give you anytime to adjust as he set a hard pace.

you panted as he rutted into your heat.

Pushing your thighs to your chest, he leaned his weight onto you and grunted as he continued to punish your insides.

”tu es à moi, ma chérie. ce misérable ne pourra jamais vous faire ressentir cela ! est-ce que tu comprends? hmmm?

cette chatte n'est qu'à moi et ne l'oublie pas.”

~you are mine dearest. that wretch will never be able to make you feel this way! do you understand? hmmm?

this cunt is only mine and dont you forget it.~

You nodded moaning loudly as you felt your orgasm rip through you.

”I’m yours alastor, no one else can have me, only you OOH Fuck!”

his thrusts turned erratic and with a growl he emptied his cum into you.

you whined as he gave a few soft thrusts and finally pulled out, smile returning as he watched his cum leak out of you.

Trying to catch your breathe you watch Alastor compose himself and hum and he snapped his fingers and a tub appeared with bubbles.

He lifted you off and bed and placed you in the soothing water.

You sighed as he gently washed you off and smiled softly as he peppered kissed up your exposed shoulders in apology.

”Mmm Al I’m sleepy” you sighed sinking into the tub relaxing.

he finished cleaning you up and dried you off.

bring you back into bed he purred as you cuddled into him, wrapping your limbs around him.

Letting the soft music he played lull you to sleep, you felt him tighten his hold around you.

Alastor mumbled begrudgingly “I might have been a tad jealous”

you giggled in his chest

”knew it”

[axelcormont]

Oublier l'oubli, 2024.

Par Axel Cormont

[thinkingimages]

Theodore Brauner, Gherasim Luca

LUCA, Gherasim et Théodore BRAUNER, 1945

papier orange

Originally published in 1945 by Les ditions de l'Oubli in Bucharest, The Passive Vampire caught the attention of the French Surrealists when an excerpt appeared in 1947 in the magazine La part du sable. Luca, whose work was admired by Gilles Deleuze, attempts here to transmit the "shudder" evoked by some Surrealist texts, such as Andr Breton's Nadja and Mad Love, probing with acerbic humor the fragile boundary between "objective chance" and delirium. 

Impossible to define, The Passive Vampire is a mixture of theoretical treatise and breathless poetic prose, personal confession and scientific investigation it is 18 photographs of "objectively offered objects," a category created by Luca to occupy the space opened up by Breton. At times taking shape as assemblages, these objects are meant to capture chance in its dynamic and dramatic forms by externalizing the ambivalence of our drives and bringing to light the nearly continual equivalence between our love-hate tendencies and the world of things.

[iranondeaira]

Oublier quelqu'un : avez-vous songé à ce que cela signifiait ? L'oubli est un gigantesque océan sur lequel navigue un seul navire, qui est la mémoire.

- Amélie Nothomb

[lesondupapillon]

Rapatrié dans l'oubli,

le dialogue convivial de nos

yeux lents.

/ Paul Celan