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if i could i'd move in with brenna right now tomorrow
How to define 'provincialism'? As the inability (or the refusal) to see one's own literature in the large context. There are two kinds of provincialism: that of large nations and that of small ones. The large nations resist the Goethean idea of world literature because their own literature seems to them sufficiently rich that they need take no interest in what people write elsewhere. Kazimierz Brandys says, in his 'Paris Notebooks: 1985 - 87', that the French student has greater gaps in his knowledge of world culture than the Polish student, but he can get away with it, for his own culture contains more or less all the aspects, all the possibilities and phases, of the world's evolution. Small nations are reticent toward the large context for exactly the opposite reason: they hold world culture in high esteem but feel it to be something alien, a sky above their heads, distant, inaccessible, an ideal reality with little connection to their national literature. The small nation inculcates in its writer the conviction that he belongs to that place alone. To set his gaze beyond the boundary of the homeland, to join his colleagues in the supranational territory of art, is considered pretentious, disdainful of his own people. And, since the small nations are often in situations where their survival is at stake, they can easily present this attitude as morally justified.
Milan Kundera, Die Weltliteratur, The New Yorker, January 8th 2007
omg my love it's your birthday :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD asdfgfdsdfd i hope you have a great day, a great year a great life and that you acquire all the skills to fulfill your dreams and i love you very very much and you deserve to be so so happy happy birthday bb <33333
THANK YOUUUUUUU i love you and thank you and you make me happy
marrymepizza replied to your post:marrymepizza replied to your post:I had a really...
why does everyone have such cool dreams wtf
excuse me i missed my birthday, that wasn't cool
marrymepizza replied to your post:I had a really effing ridiculous dream. I dreamt I...
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i also kept insisting that the capital of brazil was asuncion AND rio de janeiro. and the river with the crocodiles went through that capital and it looked like old times new orleans but with boats that were all on autopilot. it was a bit futuristic. with a lot of crocodiles. i sent you a picture. would have gone to visit you but i had my birthday to catch back in time.