Savannah

London Hosting 2012 Olympic Games

2005-12-22T22:50:00+01:00

Nelson Mandela

Backing the Bid:

"There is no city like London. It is a wonderfully diverse and open city providing a home to hundreds of different nationalities from all over the world. I can't think of a better place than London to hold an event that unites the world."

Studying, So Impassioning!

2005-12-22T21:55:00+01:00

Pourquoi n'est-il pas possible d'entrer a l'universite sans le bac en France (sauf en droit)?

C'est comme continuer a discriminer ceux qui n'ont pas pu finir l'ecole;
generation precedentes malchanceuses; immigrants ou venant de milieux sociaux defavorises. Unfair I say!

L'Universite:
C'est un peu s'occuper de soi, chercher ou on va mais aussi une reconnaissance sociale qui n'appartient plus qu'aux privilegies mais a ceux qui ont soif d'apprendre. Cela permet aussi d'eluminer un peu cette fracture des generations et la fracture sociale. Possibilite de changer de carriere professionnelle et le plaisir d'apprendre qui est immense.

Tout le monde a droit a la culture, mais il faut reparer les erreurs passees.

Paul Auster

2005-12-22T21:05:00+01:00

The Art of Hunger
"This collection includes essays on Kafka, Beckett and other 20th-century literary figures, and reflections by Auster on his own work - on the need to break down the boundary between living and writing, and on the use of certain genre conventions to penetrate matters of memory and identity. "

The Red Notebook
"A collection of interviews and essays in which the American writer Paul Auster reflects on the need to break down the boundary between living and writing, and on the use of certain genre conventions to penetrate matters of memory and identity."

The Invention of Solitude
"One day there is life . . . and then, suddenly, it happens there is death". So begins The Invention of Solitude, Paul Auster's moving and personal meditation on fatherhood. After the death of his own father, Auster discovers a 60-year-old family murder mystery that could account for the old man's elusive character. Later the book shifts from Auster's identity as son to his own role as father."

Hand To Mouth
"Hand To Mouth tells the story of a young writer's struggle to stay afloat. By turns poignant and comic, Paul Auster's memoir is essentially a book about money - and what it means not to have it. From one odd job to the next, from one failed scheme to another, Auster investigates his own stubborn compulsion to make art and, in the process, treats us to a series of remarkable adventures and unforgettable encounters. The book ends with three of the longest footnotes in literary history."

Disappearances: Selected Poems
"Working within the domain of consciously reduced elements, Auster pushes language to its breaking
point, locating the sayable within the shifting tumult of the real."

Fiction

The New York Trilogy
In The Country of Last Things
Moon Palace
The Music of Chance
Leviathan
Mr Vertigo
Timbuktu
The Book of Illusions
Oracle Night
The Brooklyn Follies

Film

The Music of Chance
Smoke
Blue In The Face
Lulu On The Bridge

Other:

Chronicle of the Guayaki Indians
Pierre Clastres (French anthropologist) Translation

True Tales of American Life

Auggie Wren's Christmas Story

The Random House Book of 20th Century French Poetry (Vintage)

Grand Street 49: Hollywood (Summer 1994) by Dennis Hopper
(Contributor) Paul Auster

City of Glass : The Graphic Novel

I Thought My Father Was God: And Other True Tales from NPR's National Story Project
by Paul Auster (Editor)

Collected Prose : Autobiographical Writings, True Stories, Critical Essays, Prefaces, and Collaborations with Artists

The Red Notebook: True Stories

The Station Hill Blanchot Reader
by Maurice Blanchot, Paul Auster (Translator)

The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert
by Joseph Joubert, Paul Auster (Translator)

Twenty Days with Julian and Little Bunny by Papa
by Nathaniel Hawthorne, Paul Auster (Introduction)

Double Game
by Sophie Calle, Paul Auster

The Story of My Typewriter
by Paul Auster, Sam Messer

Why Write?

A Tomb for Anatole
by Stephane Mallarme, Paul Auster

Purgatory

Nepawa

2005-12-22T11:05:00+01:00

C'est le chalet ou je passais mes vacances etant petite...j'y retournerai

et le pond, typiquement Canadien pour acceder a l'Île Nepawa.

All Religions are One

2005-12-21T22:00:43+01:00

The Voice of one crying in the Wilderness
The Argument. As the true method of knowledge is experiment, the true faculty of knowing must be the faculty which experiences. This faculty I treat of.

Principle I. That the Poetic Genius is the true Man, and that the body or outward form of Man is derived from the Poetic Genius. Likewise that the forms of all things are derived from their Genius, which by the Ancients was call'd an Angel & Spirit & Demon.

Principle II. As all men are alike in outward form, So (and with the same infinite variety) all are alike in the Poetic Genius.

Principle III. No man can think, write or speak from his heart, but he must intend truth. thus all sects of Philosophy are from the Poetic Genius adapted to the weaknesses of every individual.

Principle IV. As none by travelling over known lands can find out the unknown, So from already acquired knowledge Man could not acquire more; therefore an universal Poetic genius exists.

Principle V. The Religions of all Nations are derived from each Nation's different reception of the Poetic Genius, which is every where call'd the Spirit of Prophecy.

Principle VI. The Jewish & Christian Testaments are An original derivation from the Poetic Genius. This is necessary from the confined nature of bodily sensation.

Principle VII. As all men are alike (tho' infinitely various), So all Religions , &, as all similars, have one source. The true Man is the source, he being the Poetic Genius.

William Blake

If...

2005-12-21T21:30:00+01:00

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Rudyard Kipling