#karin boye

[berryesque]

[wilhelmified]

wilhelm's obsession with karin boye is the best thing to happen to me. this unlabeled little guy obsessed with literature and stories written by a lesbian and her own struggle with religious trauma and his fidget toys and his little frog and fish doodles and his bounty obsession and the black headphones he just HAS to have a main character in a music video moment with every two weeks and his dramatic flip phone and his various gay scarves and the little green carnation symbol he wears to show that he's actually proud to be queer and his daily 'time to lift boyfriend' chores and the stupid sandwiches he makes and his little polaroid camera that is filled with photos of simon and his nail polish and his black hoodie that he wears at the slightest inconvenience just to feel emo..... I fucking love wilhelm so much

[pixiewithpenspoetry]

distributing some more poetry in the physical world

[svenskbokcirkel]

Vad ska bli nästa bokcirkelbok?

’Stöld’ av Ann-Helén Laestadius

’Förvandlingen’ av Franz Kafka & ’Möss och människor’ av John Steinbeck

’De förlorade minnenas ö’ av Yōko Ogawa

Dikter av Karin Boye

’Solaris’ av Stanisław Lem

Voting ended onMay 18

Stöld

Förvandlingen & Möss och människor

De förlorade minnenas ö

Karin Boyes dikter

Solaris

[summerscaries]

For the Karin Boye stans among us this was Wille’s wall quote:

This is the first stanza of Karin Boye’s poem “Sköldmön” (Shield-Maiden) first published in 1924.

(Swedish)

Jag drömde om svärd i natt.

Jag drömde om strid i natt.

Jag drömde jag stred vid din sida

rustad och stark, i natt

(English)

I dreamt of swords last night.

I dreamt of battle last night.

I dreamt I fought by your side

armored and strong, last night.

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

I'm sure someone must have made this observation before but I just came across a Karin Boye poem that Wille will put on his wall when he no longer sees his life as a battle that Simon helps him fight 😭😭😭😭😭

I Want To Meet ... Armed, upright and shielded in armour I went forth - but from fear was the coat of mail cast and from shame. I want to throw down my weapons, sword and shield. All the stark hostility was my coldness. I have seen the dry seeds finally grow. I have seen the light green unfurl. Mighty is the tenderness of life stronger than iron, driven out of the heart of the Earth defenceless. Spring dawns in winter regions, where I froze. I want to meet the forces of life weaponless.

Translation by Jenny Nunn

[lionofchaeronea]

I just finished (in one afternoon) the superb dystopian novel Kallocain by Karin Boye, originally published in Swedish in 1940. Set in a 21st-century "World State," a blend of Stalinist Russia and Nazi Germany, it's told in the first person by a scientist whose newest invention -- a 100% effective truth serum -- threatens to expose citizens' innermost secrets to the merciless gaze of the authorities. There are definite similarities to We and Brave New World, the former in particular, but it's still very much its own beast. Boye, who was first and foremost a poet, had a profound interest in the relationship between the inner and outer self, and she's excellent at portraying the relentless self-deception individuals must practice just to survive under totalitarianism. A book well suited to its times, and to our times.

[emozional-mente]

Nessun cielo di una notte

d'estate senza respiro

giunge così profondo

nell'eternità, nessun lago,

quando le nebbie si diradano,

riflette una calma simile

come l'attimo -

quando i confini della

solitudine si cancellano

e gli occhi diventano trasparenti

e le voci diventano semplici

come venti

e niente c'è più da nascondere.

Come posso ora aver paura?

Io non ti perderò mai.

Karin Boye