Lisa Corva

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IIlness is the night-side of life, a more onerous citizenship.

Friday, 23 September 2011 @11:55

"IIlness is the night-side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship in the kingdom of the well and the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use only the good passport, sooner or later each one of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place."
(Susan Sontag)

Passports. Borders to cross, at night, when you don’t have the right papers. Clandestine crossings. That’s what life is about, sometimes.

Susan Sontag, feminist, lover (and after her marriage, a long love story with the photographer Annie Leibovitz), wrote about photography and illness as a metaphor. She died of leukemia in 2004.

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But I also loved the languor that sat upon the city, like a lovers’ tired, unsteady arm resting on your shoulders.

Friday, 16 September 2011 @07:23

"But I also loved the languor that sat upon the city, like a lovers’ tired, unsteady arm resting on your shoulders."
(André Aciman)
Languid love.

Languid love, languid hot summer evenings. The city Aciman describes is Roma, but it could be anywhere in the world, now, while summer's ending. And how I Iike this old fashioned word, languor. How I like the feeling of surrendering. That’s what we spoke about, when I met André Aciman in Manhattan, last January. We spoke about his books (today’s quote is from "Call me by your name"); about love, surrendering, and nostalgia, but about all about desire. The spark of desire. That's what keeps us alive.

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I want to sleep the dream of apples.

Friday, 9 September 2011 @09:04

"I want to sleep the dream of apples"
(Federico García Lorca)
Oh, how I wish I were an apple: round and happy. And wake up with all the wisdom of the tree.

Summer’s coming to an end, but it brings us back slowly all the forgotten flavours of fall: apples, and figs, and falling leaves, and mist in the evening... And hopefully, a cachemire scarf to wrap us in!

Lisa Corva

Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!

I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.