Love Online – Poem

Scrolling up and down,
Scrolling left and right.
Tinder, Grindr, Twitter, Tumblr :
All the same, a waste of time.

Tick-tock, tick-tock : lost in time.

A picture lost among millions.
Like, pass, like, like, pass.
Tinder, Grindr, all the same.

When will love happen ?

 

NB : It wasn’t written on Valentine’s Day ! haha

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Celebrating FIVE years on Wordpress

It all began with a poem in February 2013, Forest, or the Death of Romanticism. At the time, I did not know where I was going with my blog. I knew I wanted to share my poetry, as well as some of my photographs.

This article is a way to share my favourite articles on this blog, so feel free to click and have a read on things you may have missed. All links open in a new tab.

It was five years ago, and now, I think I am quite happy with what Writing One’s Dream and the Dream of Writing has become : a sort of map of my human and artistic experiences. I have said it many times : I am an amateur in both writing and taking photos ; yet, I think that you do not need to be an expert to share what you create.

Recently, I started reviews on books I read, including Despentes’ Vernon Subutex and Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast. I also talked about series I watched, such as Dark. In the future, I would like to talk about films as well.

A few years ago, when in Ireland, I worked on an amazing project about the importance of money in society. After interviewing many people, I wrote a kind of summary of the answers : What if money did not exist ?

I loved this project, and I hope I can create something similar soon. The truth is that when I created the blog, I was still studying and had more time than I do now. Especially since I have also started writing a novel on Scribay.

I would finally like to thank all the people who follow me, comment and like what I do. It’s always a pleasure to see that my work is appreciated. For those who haven’t yet, you can follow me on WordPress, as well as on Instagram and Twitter.

Book Review #3 – A Moveable Feast, by Ernest Hemingway

I read Hemingway for the first time when I was quite young, starting with The Old Man and The Sea. I do not have a lot of memories of that novel, except that I loved it at the time. Since then, the name of the author stayed somewhere in the back of my head until a few months ago when a friend of mine offered me a copy of A Moveable Feast.

If you have read the other reviews I made, you are already aware that I am not very good at them, and that I just like to talk about why I liked something and how it inspired me. (If you have any ideas to make them better, feel free to comment) So, here we go !

I cannot talk about Hemingway without refering first to the Lost Generation. So, for those who wouldn’t know, after WWI, a group of writers, poets, painters and art collectors would gather at Gertrude Stein’s apartement to talk about life, art and literature. Among them, Ernest Hemingway. Of course, the Lost Generation is more than that, but I could write an entire article on the people who were part.

The memoir tells different stories about the author’s life in Paris in the 1920s. His description of Parisian life in the early 20th century is excellent : it is as if Hemingway was describing photographs. But the best thing about the narration is that the book was written in the 1950s, and old Hemingway comments on his younger self actions. This gives us a pretty good insight of the evolution of the writer’s nature.

There is one place in Paris which I am obsessed with : the Shakespeare and Company Bookshop. Like Stein’s place, the bookshop was a meeting point for many writers (James Joyce, Ezra Pound, among others) and, even though it has become very touristic, I still glorify it. In A Moveable Feast, I loved reading about Sylvia Beach’s shop and how she was very welcoming (the people who work there now are brilliant too). For someone like me who dreams of becoming a writer, it is the perfect place to get inspiration.

I don’t know if it is important to know someone to appreciate their art, but I feel like it can help. Two authors I love are present in Hemingway’s memoir : Fitzgerald and Joyce. I found it interesting to meet a younger Fitzgerald, as he was writing The Great Gatsby : confident, yet uncertain about his talent at creating a whole novel. A Moveable Feast reminded me that before becoming the greatest American authors of the 21st century, Fitzgerald and Hemingway were sometimes struggling.

Talking about struggling is a good transition to the next theme I liked in the memoir : drinking. If you are, like me, a big fan of wine and beer, this is the perfect book. I could just imagine Hemingway in a Parisian troquet, writing and drinking, and it definitely made me want to do the same. Fortunately, I prefer coffee when I write, which prevents me from being an alcoholic. Anyways, when the title was chosen, moveable was about having Paris in your pocket wherever you were, and feast, I believe, represents everything that happens in Paris : its people, its streets and restaurants. But for me, feast is more about drinking : because that’s the image I have of Hemingway in the capital. Also, I am not sure about this fact as it is just a memory, but I think that in Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris, Hemingway only appears in a bar. Did Allen give me a wrong image of the writer ?

I’m sure I could talk more about the book and the author’s style, but I think I will end this review now with a quote from the memoir :

We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

For this is the dream : books, a lover, the comfort of your bed, and stars to make you dream of the world that surrounds you.


I am currently reading The Little Friend, by Donna Tartt, and I could write a review about her next time (I LOVED The Goldfinch and The Secret History). She’s an amazing writer, full of suprises!

Ode à la neige

Ô cendres fragiles de l’hiver,
Vous qui dansez délicatement
Recouvrez la terre,
D’un immense manteau blanc.

Quel est votre pouvoir
Qui réchauffe son cœur ?
Dans le silence noir
Où il se meurt.

Ô cendres fugitives de l’hiver,
Dansez, valsez et ne cessez jamais.

La Boutique du Sommeil

J’en rêvais depuis longtemps. Depuis mes 17 ans, je dirais. Et enfin, après des années passées à procrastiner, j’ai enfin écrit un roman.

Enfin… le premier jet d’un roman. Il me reste encore à relire le tout, et retravailler certains points de l’histoire.

Longtemps, j’ai tenté de retranscrire les histoires qui me venaient en tête, mais je n’avais jamais réussi à écrire plus de trois pages jusqu’à maintenant. Et puis, j’ai découvert Scribay. Ce site est merveilleux : il permet d’écrire, en organisant les chapitres, et surtout, de communiquer avec d’autres écrivains amateurs. Il est possible d’annoter les textes, de les commenter, et c’est un très bon moyen de se motiver.

Chaque jour, je me suis efforcé d’écrire au moins 500 mots, et grâce à ce site, j’ai vite réalisé que les retours me faisaient beaucoup de bien. C’est ainsi que j’ai pu créer mon histoire.

La Boutique du Sommeil, c’est une sorte de thriller. Un roman policier, sans police. L’histoire débute avec un inconnu qui se dirige vers une boutique mystérieuse. Y travaille un jeune anglais, Ezra, qui va aider l’homme dans sa quête d’un “soulagement de la conscience”.

Quelques semaines plus tard, la propriétaire d’une boutique dans le Passage du Grand Cerf rencontre Ezra, et c’est une histoire d’amour qui commence. Mais le jeune homme est hanté par certaines erreurs qu’il a commises dans le passé.

Je pourrais vous en dire plus, mais je ne veux pas spoiler. En attendant, l’histoire (pas encore corrigée) est disponible sur le site Scribay, en cliquant sur le lien sur la bannière principale de mon blog, ou en cliquant ICI.

N’hésitez-pas à me contacter, ou à commenter si vous souhaitez discuter de l’histoire. Elle n’est pas parfaite, loin de là, et je reste ouvert aux différentes suggestions.

Souffrance – Poème

Perdu dans les profondeurs de ta tristesse
La plus sombre,
Tu contemples ton âme.

Bercé par le rythme de tes pensées,
Tu laisses couler les larmes.
Larmes de joie et de chagrin.

Tu aperçois alors la Mort qui approche,
Sa cape qui danse dans le vent.

Tu la laisses venir,
Plus près encore.

“Viens à moi”, tu chuchotes.
“Enveloppe moi”, tu implores.

Mais l’Ange te dépasse,

Et tu restes seul.

 

 

Adapté du poème Anonymous Inspiration

Retrouvez-moi sur Scribay !

Je publie rarement (pas assez) en français sur ce blog. Il me sert surtout à partager des pensées et des photos, et à m’entraîner à développer mon lexique et ma syntaxe en anglais.

J’ai récemment commencé à écrire une histoire en français sur la plateforme Scribay. Vous pouvez m’y suivre sous le nom Mathieu Malher (facile, c’est comme le blog). J’y relève aussi des défis et j’aime lire les oeuvres des autres personnes inscrites. Donc si vous êtes sur le site, je me ferai une joie de vous lire !

Voici un résumé de ma première histoire (en cours), en espérant que cela vous donne envie d’y jeter un oeil :

Un homme erre dans les rues de Paris, à la recherche de ‘La Boutique du Sommeil’. Ezra Bird travaille sans relâche pour relancer l’affaire familiale. La rencontre entre les deux hommes mènera Ezra dans une quête de vérités.”

Pour l’instant, la première partie est en ligne (6 chapitres) et ne prend pas beaucoup de temps à lire. Il me semble qu’en cliquant ICI, vous aurez accès au texte (même sans inscription).

N’hésitez pas à commenter ! Toute remarque est bonne à prendre.

 

 

 

TV Show Review #1 – Dark (no spoiler)

Being on a rest cure at home, I spend my time reading (hence my book reviews), writing and most importantly I’d say, watching series. Netflix has been helping me a lot in my convalescence. So I decided to write a short review of a few series I’m watching, hoping it will make you want to have a watch.

I’m starting with Dark, a German TV Show I binge watched this week. When reading the plot, I was afraid it would be too similar to Stranger Things but it isn’t! Of course there are common themes to both shows but it does not seem like you are watching the same series.

Dark was created by Baran Bo Odar and Jantje Friese. It is pretty new and only has 1 season at the moment, but I read somewhere that a second one was planned. I say “YES PLEASE!”

Imagine you live in a quiet German city in which everybody seems to know everybody. One day, a teenager disappears, and then, another. Well, the series deals with the fate of four families, three generations, with a lot of secrets (not fun otherwise…), whose lives are thrown by the disappearance of the boys. No need to say more.

I loved many things about this series, and even though I am not sure I understood every aspect of the story, I am excited for what will be next. The series is a mix of different genres, and I think the music is one of the best parts : it really thrilled me.

Just the opening credits are amazingly done and bring even more mystery to the entire series. In many aspects, I believe that directors work harder on opening titles nowadays. The first time I was actually impressed by the credits of a TV Show was with Dexter. Later when I watched Penny Dreadful, which I assure is a MUST-SEE show, I started paying more attention to the quality of the opening titles. Of course, I cannot talk about this without advising to watch the opening credits of the series American Horror Story.

Okay, so I do not know whether this review is useful, but I want to make sure I do not spoil anything, as the plot is amazing. Season 4 of Black Mirror is out now, and the first two episodes have already blown my mind. I’m pretty sure it will be my next review.