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love is the fabric of the universe.
vladmir nabokov in a 1926 letter to his wife véra // la traviata, giuseppe verdi // the antennae galaxies in the midst of colliding, x // speak, memory, vladimir nabokov // heart and soul nebulae, x // interstellar (2014), dir. christopher nolan // divan i shams, rumi
#web weaving#web weave#comparitives#quotes#poetry#on love#space#astronomy#vladimir nabokov#letters to vera#la traviata#giuseppe verdi#speak memory#interstellar#christopher nolan#rumi#galaxies#nebula#footnotes:#1. finally watched interstellar after a year of procastinating it. oh boy#2. oh nabokov we’re really in it now#3. let’s hope this makes me write the high concept dune fic that i have also been procrastinating for the longest time#4. hi yes hello hotd moots i actually web weave from time to time lol#my stuff#my web weaves#1k#2k#3k#4k
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vladimir nabokov - lolita / ada or ardor / speak, memory: an autobiography revisited
#the fact that this keeps showing up again and again is so sad#the way its practically glossed over in his autobiography but CLEARLY it left a mark#vladimir nabokov#lolita novel#ada or ardor#speak memory
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I discovered in nature the nonutilitarian delights that I sought in art.
Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
#vladimir nabokov#speak memory#did you know that this quote comes from the part of nabokovs memoir where he’s discussing his fascination with mimicry in butterflies#i definitely have seen this quote a million times#but had no idea that was the context!#memoir#russian literature#prose#quote#literature#lit#nature#art#delight
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#speak memory#vladimir nabokov#nonfiction#autobiography#book poll#have you read this book poll#polls
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“From my place at table I would suddenly see through one of the west windows a marvelous case of levitation. There, for an instant, the figure of my father in his windrippled white summer suit would be displayed, gloriously sprawling in midair, his limbs in a curiously casual attitude, his handsome, imperturbable features turned to the sky. Thrice, to the mighty heave-ho of his invisible tossers, he would fly up in this fashion, and the second time he would go higher than the first and then there he would be, on his last and loftiest flight, reclining, as if for good, against the cobalt blue of the summer noon, like one of those paradisiac personages who comfortably soar, with such a wealth of folds in their garments, on the vaulted ceiling of a church while below, one by one, the wax tapers in mortal hands light up to make a swarm of minute flames in the mist of incense, and the priest chants of eternal repose, and funeral lilies conceal the face of whoever lies there, among the swimming lights, in the open coffin”
Vladimir Nabokov, "Speak Memory", recalling a childhood memory of his late father being subjected to a peasants' ritual
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In probing my childhood … I see the awakening of consciousness as a series of spaced flashes, with the intervals between them gradually diminishing until bright blocks of perception are formed, affording memory a slippery hold. Nabokov from Speak, Memory
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Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory: An Autobiography Revisited
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nabokov in speak, memory.
#vladimir nabokov#nabokov#nabokov quotes#speak memory#speak memory quotes#words#on dreams#on sleeping#sleeping quotes
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Danny Norbury - “Speak, Memory”
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From my place at table I would suddenly see through one of the west windows a marvelous case of levitation. There, for an instant, the figure of my father in his wind-rippled white summer suit would be displayed, gloriously sprawling in midair, his limbs in a curiously casual attitude, his handsome, imperturbable features turned to the sky. Thrice, to the mighty heave-ho of his invisible tossers, he would fly up in this fashion, and the second time he would go higher than the first and then there he would be, on his last and loftiest flight, reclining, as if for good, against the cobalt blue of the summer noon, like one of those paradisiac personages who comfortably soar, with such a wealth of folds in their garments, on the vaulted ceiling of a church while below, one by one, the wax tapers in mortal hands light up to make a swarm of minute flames in the mist of incense, and the priest chants of eternal repose, and funeral lilies conceal the face of whoever lies there, among the swimming lights, in the open coffin.
Vladimir Nabokov. Speak, Memory. 1947.
#vladimir nabokov#nabokov#literature#memoir#russian literature#speak memory#books!#currently reading#gothic#manuscriptsdontburnoriginal
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Apparently this needs to be said so
Forgetting things is morally neutral! Memory issues are morally neutral!
You're not a bad person if you...
forget things quickly
forget people
can't remember entire stages of your life
can't remember important things
can remember some things very well and forget other things all the time
can't remember things (or anything!) about your interests
forget to eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, etc
forget to reply to texts
remember things and immediately forget them again
can't remember birthdays, events, etc
frequently answer 'I forgot' to questions
can't retain new information
forget things you used to know
only remember things when it's too late
have vague, distorted and/or unreliable memories
depend on others to know how an event you were in played out
have other symptoms that are worsened by memory issues and vice versa
... and anything else I might have missed!
#muted#memory issues#adhd#actually adhd#dissociative amnesia#amnesia#memory loss#dissociative identity disorder#what other things cause memory issues#ptsd#i can't think of anything else#reminder#positivity#neurodivergent#neurodivergent positivity#memory problems#ice speaks#i tried to include as many experiences as i could think of#but out of everything i tagged i only have adhd so i probably missed a lot of stuff#so feel free to add your own experiences!#brought to you by... uh ironically i can't remember what prompted me to write this#something my mom said. i don't remember what it was tho
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al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1258
first posted in facebook january 21, 2024
raqib shaw -- "the retrospective" (ca. 2022)
"normally, you should be dead if you have a retrospective" … daphne guinness
"i really don’t give a fuck about the so-called contemporary art world" … raqib shaw
"the act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that i seem to have been performing with the utmost zest all my life, and i have reason to believe that this almost pathological keenness of the retrospective faculty is a hereditary trait" … vladimir nabokov
"i don't really give a fuck what she thinks about contemporary social media … she promised that she’d be right there with me … when i post my masterpiece" … al janik
#raqib shaw#the retrospective#daphne guinness#dead#so-called contemporary art world#vladimir nabokov#speak memory#recalling a patch of the past#masterpiece#al things considered
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"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere
#eye guy speaks#i need that phrase to be removed from everyone's vocabulary Please#why are you so convinced that such things cannot be discovered by or found in the mundane#1/1/23 edit: hope you all have enjoyed yourselves bc im ready for some peace and quiet *turns off reblogs*#1/4/23 edit: please don't comment about wanting to reblog. the experience itself may be fleeting but you will have your memory of it#(aka i turned them off for my health and you will be ok. it's just a post)
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The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
#vladimir nabokov#speak memory#memoir#prose#opening line#wow… what a metal opening line for a memoir#birth#life#existence#void#consciousness#quote#literature#lit#russian literature#eternity#meaning
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I'm sick with a cold and it has done a number on my memory: forgetting what food I have for what, making me think i should do groceries when I don't have to, and generally not working well.
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Dc x Dp Prompt #6
“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.
“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.
“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.
“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.
“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”
“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.
“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc fanfic#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp crossover#dp x dc crossover#ghost king danny#demon twin au#danyal al ghul#batpham#they are not in Gotham at the time of this conversation#I’m thinking they’re visiting the Kent’s on their farm but tbh as long as the stars are visible it can be anywhere#Danny did in fact reincarnate as Polaris#sort of#Polaris is more of a title the Realms gave him the day he was crowned#he is the star meant to guide them through a new era#or something like that#But Damian does look up at the stars for guidance whenever he sees them#and before he knows it he’s accidentally begun praying to Danny#it’s his coping mechanism for being unable to speak about him to anyone#but back to Danny - he regained the memories of his time as Danyal Al Ghul when he died in that portal and became a halfa#well it was more he regained the memories of ALL his previous lives but his most recent one holds a special place in his heart#if only because he knows his brother is still alive on whatever earth he was born on#as bad as it sounds Danny can’t wait until he gets to reunite with Damian#he hopes Damian forgives him for not guiding him though#fun fact! Danny was once known as the god Dan-El in one of his previous lives#he’s ALSO the reincarnation of the Greek Titan Astraeus (and he’s pretty sure Dani is his daughter Astraea)#his previous lives are all so interesting (he still can’t believe he was raised an assassin or that he was a god in multiple lives)#but in all honesty it’s even weirder feeling so old and so young at the same time
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