To hell

“Hell, I am young. I am free. My teeth are clean. The sun shines. To hell with everything else.”

Stephen Fry, Making History

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Le reportage de Jérôme Sessini pour le Monde.fr dans l'avenue Dar Al-Ajazi, terrain de chasse des snipers, a obtenu ce vendredi le troisième prix du World press photo, dans la catégorie courtes vidéos Web.

Frying the Self

“If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.

Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.” 



“It's not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.” 



“You are who you are when nobody's watching.” 



“Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.”



“There were people who believed their opportunities to live a fulfilled life were hampered by the number of Asians in England, by the existance of a royal family, by the volume of traffic that passed by their house, by the malice of trade unions, by the power of callous employers, by the refusal of the health service to take their condition seriously, by communism, by capitalism, by atheism, by anything, in fact, but their own futile, weak-minded failure to get a fucking grip.”



“People who can change and change again are so much more reliable and happier than those who can’t.” 

Long-uage

“Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God, the dew on a fresh apple, it's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning sun when you pull from an old bookshelf a forgotten volume of erotic diaries; language is the faint scent of urine on a pair of boxer shorts, it's a half-remembered childhood birthday party, a creak on the stair, a spluttering match held to a frosted pane, the warm wet, trusting touch of a leaking nappy, the hulk of a charred Panzer, the underside of a granite boulder, the first downy growth on the upper lip of a Mediterranean girl, cobwebs long since overrun by an old Wellington boot.”

Stephen Fry, English comedian, writer, actor, humourist, novelist, poet, columnist, filmmaker etc...

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Up/lifting

"Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers and are famous preservers of youthful looks."

Charles Dickens, novelist (1812-1870)

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Dans chaque plateau de la balance

L'orpailleuse de son œil d'aigle le fixe de la tête aux pieds. Il est mal à l'aise.

Oui, répond-il, c'est pour lui la première fois. Il se sent en faute.

Elle, ne cille pas. Plus. Elle, ça fait vingt ans. Elle en a vu d'autres.

Elle estime les bijoux devant ses balances, les griffe, les certifie, les pèse.

A moins d'hésitation à les acheter que le jeune homme à les vendre.

Il sent la peau de son cou se tendre, attend le cachet.

Il se mord l'intérieur des joues, jusqu'au sang.

Mais ce n'est pas le remord qui le ronge, mais belle et bien la faim.

Ce soir, il mangera. Pas autant que son appétit l'exigerait -

Car demain la faim rôdera, malgré tout les festins -

Mais il la repoussera, un temps. Car Prudence est mère de survie.

Il sait à présent la différence entre besoin et envie.

Car il n'est de plus grand sacrifice que l'or qu'on hérite.

Elle le sait ; lui vient de l'apprendre, et pleure sur ses frites.

 

But

"On n'est pas un homme tant qu'on n'a pas trouvé quelque chose pour quoi on accepterait de mourir."

Jean-Paul Sartre, L'âge de raison (1972)

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Aris Messinis, AFP war correspondent, won the Bayeux-Calvados Photography Prize.