wildcostmary:

Chocolate and Coffee Fudge with Vanilla Salt

Matériel d’écriture.

Complète presque obligatoirement l’arsenal classique permettant de déposer des mots soit sur papier soit sur écran.

Un petit besoin de me droguer pour écrire – mais je n’utilise que ce genre-ci de substances.

En prime, un petit fond musical adéquat n’est jamais négligé.

C’est fou ce qu’on peut faire avec une machine à écrire, quand même.

Chaises musicales

On remerciera les organisateurs du Salon du Livre de Paris d’avoir réintégré les auteurs dans la liste des accréditables. Les vives protestations contre cette mesure ont donc été entendues.

On ne comprendra pas que, dans un même mouvement, ils aient viré les correcteurs. Voilà qui est confondant d’absurdité.

Bah, on n’est plus à ça près…

lepoemedufeu:

Roslavets- Meditation for Cello and Piano (1921)

Roslavets’s is one of the most beautifully lyrical and profoundly chilling voices to hail from Soviet Russia, and also one of the most under-appreciated. Unlike his contemporaries, who managed to find ways around the Central Committee’s draconian enforcement of ideological homogeneity in music, Roslavets found himself at the receiving end of an assault on his “bourgeois” and “counter-revolutionary” works. He would never recover from the blow dealt by the Soviet censor, with his works being universally banned and on many accounts purged from Soviet archives.

Following his death, his apartment was raided and much of his work would have been lost had his wife not succeeded in hiding many of his manuscripts to protect them from destruction. His name did not appear in Soviet musical dictionaries until the late 1970s, some thirty years after his death, and even then his name was mentioned only in statements such as “Roslavets is an enemy of the people”, and “Roslavets’s work is not worth even the paper it is written on”.