Die Zeiten sind aus den Fugen geraten: Der Sommer des Friedens und der Fülle, der …
»Ich schwöre es bei Erde und Wasser«, sagte der Junge in Grün.
»Ich schwöre es bei Bronze und Eisen«, fügte seine Schwester hinzu.
»Wir schwören es bei Eis und Feuer«, endeten beide gemeinsam.
Die Zeiten sind aus den Fugen geraten: Der Sommer des Friedens und der Fülle, der …
Dazu gab es Schwarzbrot und Honigkuchen und Haferkekse; Kohlrüben und Erbsen und rote Bete, Bohnen und Kürbis und riesige rote Zwiebeln; gebackene Äpfel und Beerentörtchen und Birnen in Starkwein. Große Käseräder wurden auf jeden Tisch gestellt, dazu Kannen mit heißem gewürzten Wein…
When the emperor Charles V made his public entry into Mantua, Rodomonte wore a blue surcoat, made in squares. Upon one was embroidered a scorpion, upon the other his motto, Qui vivens lædit morte medetur, "Who living wounds, in death heals". It is being the property of the scorpion, when killed and laid over the wound, to cure the poison, so Rodomonte, if any one presumed to offend him, would clear himself from the injury by the death of his enemy.
("Historic Devices, Badges, and War-cries", Mrs. Bury Palliser)
Ein kurzer Text–knapp 60 Seiten, großzügig mit viel Weißraum gesetzt–das ist diese tagebuchartige Erzählung von …
Vielleicht würde auch heute ein Frau kommen, unsagbar schön war ja allein diese Wort–Frau–, seine Erfüllung was so voll stiller und trauriger Erwartung, so voll gläubigen Glücks, dass die Grenze des Wunderbaren sich dadurch forthob und Raum ließ für eine Tröstung, der ich mich sehnsüchtig zuwandte...
'This trilogy—putatively the only work of Weirauch's to center on a lesbian theme—was so immensely …
As in Le Fanu’s narrative [Carmilla], the perceived binary of the older, often predatory masculine lesbian and their innocent younger lovers is challenged by reciprocal nature of the desire. In fact, far from entirely innocent and still-naïve, Mette’s ‘bad reputation’ is outlined in the opening description of her (p. 7). Moreover, contrary to the perception of those around her, it is the younger Mette who pursues Olga.
Throughout the first volume of «Der Skorpion», a close, symbiotic and even parasitic bond forms between the two women, as Mette begins to model her own worldview and individual identity on Olga’s teachings and opinions on life, love and literature. In this depiction of lesbian love and desire, reminiscent of Le Fanu and Coleridge’s [Christabel] representations, the boundaries between the self and other become blurred, as Mette takes on qualities and characteristics associated with her lover, eventually assuming aspects of her identity and …
As in Le Fanu’s narrative [Carmilla], the perceived binary of the older, often predatory masculine lesbian and their innocent younger lovers is challenged by reciprocal nature of the desire. In fact, far from entirely innocent and still-naïve, Mette’s ‘bad reputation’ is outlined in the opening description of her (p. 7). Moreover, contrary to the perception of those around her, it is the younger Mette who pursues Olga.
Throughout the first volume of «Der Skorpion», a close, symbiotic and even parasitic bond forms between the two women, as Mette begins to model her own worldview and individual identity on Olga’s teachings and opinions on life, love and literature. In this depiction of lesbian love and desire, reminiscent of Le Fanu and Coleridge’s [Christabel] representations, the boundaries between the self and other become blurred, as Mette takes on qualities and characteristics associated with her lover, eventually assuming aspects of her identity and role within the relationship whilst the dynamic between them starts to shift…
(O’Connor, "Sapphic Spectres: Lesbian Gothic in Interwar German Narratives")
'This trilogy—putatively the only work of Weirauch's to center on a lesbian theme—was so immensely …
This trilogy—putatively the only work of Weirauch's to center on a lesbian theme—was so immensely popular both in lesbian circles and, as book reviews indicate, beyond that the first volume's initial printing sold out soon after it hit the shelves. It became a "Kultbuch," the German equivalent of the lesbian novel The Weil of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall.
A "Damenklub" was named after the novel, and the symbol of the 'scorpion became a "Kleinanzeigen-Chiffre" and even made its way into sexological texts as a code for homosexuality…
When the emperor Charles V made his public entry into Mantua, Rodomonte wore a blue surcoat, made in squares. Upon one was embroidered a scorpion, upon the other his motto, Qui vivens lædit morte medetur, "Who living wounds, in death heals". It is being the property of the scorpion, when killed and laid over the wound, to cure the poison, so Rodomonte, if any one presumed to offend him, would clear himself from the injury by the death of his enemy.
("Historic Devices, Badges, and War-cries", Mrs. Bury Palliser)
I'm gonna read the entire Kitty in German \o/ I don't care if I miss a bunch of stuff, I'll just power through it without a dictionary and see how I fare. I figure my German is good enough that I can Krashen it at this point
A blend of searing social commentary and speculative fiction, Chana Porter’s fresh, pointed debut is …
Review of 'The Seep' on 'Goodreads'
5 stars
Humanity has been finally united, thanks to the psychedelic transcendence brought by our new alien friends, the collective trip-inducing hivemind goop known as The Seep. War is over, poverty is over, capitalism is over, colonialism is over, no one can tolerate exploitation when they're acutely aware of the feelings of everybody else and all the animals and plants and each individual body cell. Art flourishes, new and strange occupations flourish, property is collective and abundant in every regard, endless possibilities open up before ourselves. Guided by the new, hyperempathetic Seep tech, people are modifying their bodies to be furries and cyborgs and anything else they want. Other animals ascend to linguistic sentience and we can talk to them now. Some people opt to live chill lives crafting or Seeping out to cool art shows, others take to exploring the boundaries of identity and personhood itself.
No catch, really. No hidden …
Humanity has been finally united, thanks to the psychedelic transcendence brought by our new alien friends, the collective trip-inducing hivemind goop known as The Seep. War is over, poverty is over, capitalism is over, colonialism is over, no one can tolerate exploitation when they're acutely aware of the feelings of everybody else and all the animals and plants and each individual body cell. Art flourishes, new and strange occupations flourish, property is collective and abundant in every regard, endless possibilities open up before ourselves. Guided by the new, hyperempathetic Seep tech, people are modifying their bodies to be furries and cyborgs and anything else they want. Other animals ascend to linguistic sentience and we can talk to them now. Some people opt to live chill lives crafting or Seeping out to cool art shows, others take to exploring the boundaries of identity and personhood itself.
No catch, really. No hidden dystopia because things are too good. No subtext that wanting things to be better is dangerous. Things are really better. No one in the world disagrees that the Seep made life much better. Well the Seep refusers at the Compound do, but their choice is respected and they're left alone.
Oh and everyone is irrefutably aware of our eternally reborn immortal souls so the weight of mortality, too, is solved forever.
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"The Seep" by Chana Porter asks the question, what if you're still depressed anyway.
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What if you know, not through faith but through direct experience, that our immortal souls are immortal, yet you're still grieving. What if you're still grieving after years and you blocked away everyone and you're living in paradise but your living room is a rotting mess and you can't be bothered to even try. What if you can't enjoy any of this shiny new world because your lesbian girlfriend enjoyed it in a way that took her beyond your reach and the saccharine voice of The Seep only adds to the wound. What if everyone is happy and you want to shoot something. someone? yourself? you found a gun...
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Short, focused novel in the style currently trending. Takes directions I wouldn't expect. Main character is trans and in the world portrayed that almost doesn't matter, except it then does. I like this one quite a bit.
A blend of searing social commentary and speculative fiction, Chana Porter’s fresh, pointed debut is …
Review of 'The Seep' on 'Goodreads'
5 stars
Humanity has been finally united, thanks to the psychedelic transcendence brought by our new alien friends, the collective trip-inducing hivemind goop known as The Seep. War is over, poverty is over, capitalism is over, colonialism is over, no one can tolerate exploitation when they're acutely aware of the feelings of everybody else and all the animals and plants and each individual body cell. Art flourishes, new and strange occupations flourish, property is collective and abundant in every regard, endless possibilities open up before ourselves. Guided by the new, hyperempathetic Seep tech, people are modifying their bodies to be furries and cyborgs and anything else they want. Other animals ascend to linguistic sentience and we can talk to them now. Some people opt to live chill lives crafting or Seeping out to cool art shows, others take to exploring the boundaries of identity and personhood itself.
No catch, really. No hidden …
Humanity has been finally united, thanks to the psychedelic transcendence brought by our new alien friends, the collective trip-inducing hivemind goop known as The Seep. War is over, poverty is over, capitalism is over, colonialism is over, no one can tolerate exploitation when they're acutely aware of the feelings of everybody else and all the animals and plants and each individual body cell. Art flourishes, new and strange occupations flourish, property is collective and abundant in every regard, endless possibilities open up before ourselves. Guided by the new, hyperempathetic Seep tech, people are modifying their bodies to be furries and cyborgs and anything else they want. Other animals ascend to linguistic sentience and we can talk to them now. Some people opt to live chill lives crafting or Seeping out to cool art shows, others take to exploring the boundaries of identity and personhood itself.
No catch, really. No hidden dystopia because things are too good. No subtext that wanting things to be better is dangerous. Things are really better. No one in the world disagrees that the Seep made life much better. Well the Seep refusers at the Compound do, but their choice is respected and they're left alone.
Oh and everyone is irrefutably aware of our eternally reborn immortal souls so the weight of mortality, too, is solved forever.
---
"The Seep" by Chana Porter asks the question, what if you're still depressed anyway.
---
What if you know, not through faith but through direct experience, that our immortal souls are immortal, yet you're still grieving. What if you're still grieving after years and you blocked away everyone and you're living in paradise but your living room is a rotting mess and you can't be bothered to even try. What if you can't enjoy any of this shiny new world because your lesbian girlfriend enjoyed it in a way that took her beyond your reach and the saccharine voice of The Seep only adds to the wound. What if everyone is happy and you want to shoot something. someone? yourself? you found a gun...
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Short, focused novel in the style currently trending. Takes directions I wouldn't expect. Main character is trans and in the world portrayed that almost doesn't matter, except it then does. I like this one quite a bit.
