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adrienne fidelin*
The story begins in Paris around 1936, when a young dancer from Guadeloupe named Adrienne Fidelin met Man Ray. He was 46 and, judging from pictures of her at the time, she was in her mid-20s. An enchanting, high-spirited beauty, Fidelin — who was known as Ady — became Man Ray’s lover, model and muse. The exact circumstances of their meeting, as with many details of her life, remain elusive. What is known is that she was dancing with a French company with ties to Guadeloupe and that the two were inseparable. Fidelin met Man Ray at the height of the Surrealist movement and was quickly embraced by his close-knit circle of artist and writer friends.**
**the new york times
Monday, July 21, 2008
clarice lispector*
"that rare person who looked like marlene dietrich and wrote like virginia woolf."
(~*gregory rabassa )
Our soul uses our body in order to avoid being contaminated by life.
Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?
Oh! My love, don't be afraid of neediness: it is our greatest destiny.
I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort.
She fell silent once more, peering into herself. She remembered: I am the tiny wave that has no other region except the sea, I tussle with myself, I glide, I fly, laughing, giving, sleeping, but alas, always within myself, always within myself.
I'm after what's behind thought. Each thing has an instant in which it is. I want to take possession of the thing's is.
She seemed to be able to see how things and people had been before we interpreted them according to our human aspirations and pains. If there were no humans on Earth it would rain, things would get soaked, would dry and then burn in the sun and disintegrate into dust all by themselves.
In no sense an intellectual, I write with my body. And what I write is like a dank haze.
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