Shelves: history-and-bio , classics , romance , around-the-world , japan , reads , 10thth-century A thousand years ago, one evening, a woman picked up her brush, drew it over an inkstone and wrote. In spring it is the dawn that is most beautiful. As the light creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed a faint red and wisps of purplish cloud trail over them. In summer, the nights. Not only when the moon shines, but on dark nights too, as the fireflies flit to and fro, and even when it rains, how beautiful it is!
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Shelves: history-and-bio , classics , romance , around-the-world , japan , reads , 10thth-century A thousand years ago, one evening, a woman picked up her brush, drew it over an inkstone and wrote. In spring it is the dawn that is most beautiful. As the light creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed a faint red and wisps of purplish cloud trail over them. In summer, the nights.
Not only when the moon shines, but on dark nights too, as the fireflies flit to and fro, and even when it rains, how beautiful it is! She was a lady-in-waiting who served ten years in the court of a Heian Empress; A thousand years ago, one evening, a woman picked up her brush, drew it over an inkstone and wrote…. She was a lady-in-waiting who served ten years in the court of a Heian Empress; her given name has been lost. We know her only by her family name and honorific, Sei Shonagon.
Yet she lives in these ancient notes as surely as if she had only just taken off her long, multi-layered court robes and slipped into something comfortable. She makes a few last notes, intimate, poetic, or perhaps a little naughty, and listens to the night sounds of the household…. The floor-boards in the ante room are shining so brightly that they mirror everything nearby The curtains glide smoothly back revealing the lady of the house, who under the faded dark robe she is using as her bedclothing wears a white unlined gown of raw silk and a crimson trouser skirt.
In another part of the room ladies are huddled together under a closed blind. A fire is smoldering deep in the incense burner, giving out a scent that is vaguely melancholy and full of a calm elegance. A lady-in-waiting the one who always knows what is happening hurries to the gate and lets in the gentleman visitor. Then with a smug look on her face she stealthily leads him to the lady who has been awaiting his arrival.
From one side of the hall comes the beautiful sound of lute music. The player plucks the strings so gently that one can barely make out the notes. Sei Shonagon is such a study in contrasts. She was undeniably bitchy, an inveterate gossip and a dreadful snob. She spent her days in idleness, writing poetry, making snarky comments about the servants and lower classes, and flirting with the courtiers. But Sei Shonagon was also quick-witted, sensitive and fully awake to all the beauties of the world and when she writes like this I cannot help but like her.
To pass a place where babies are playing. To sleep in a room where some fine incense has been burnt. The ladies of the Heian court were probably allowed more freedom than most Japanese women of the time and despite their modest fans and the curtains that screened them from view there was the possibility of semi-secret liaisons, preceded and followed by a stylized exchange of poetry.
And if favors were granted one hoped that all would be graced by a certain style. Frail as a string of bubbles is that ice. The ribbon too will quickly come undone. As though it were the frailest gossamer veil. A good lover will behave as elegantly at dawn as at any other time. He drags himself out of bed with a look of dismay on his face. Content rating G: There are themes of love and late night meetings, but everything is coded and strictly fade-to-black and softly rustling silk.
“El libro de la almohada” (Makura no Sōshi) – SEI SHÔNAGON
She was in the service of an empress, about whom she writes with adulation, but, apart from what she records in The Pillow Book c. Her writing does, however, reveal an educated, sensitive, and vivacious woman who held herself in high esteem and was popular at court. Written with wit, The Pillow Book includes lists of things that the author liked or disliked, spontaneous observations, anecdotes of court life, and miscellaneous tales, some of her own invention. It is a classic of the zuihztsu or miscellany genre. He returned to Buenos Aires in , where he helped to found several avant-garde literary periodicals. In , after the fall of Juan Peron, whom he vigorously opposed, he was appointed director of the Argentine National Library. Borges regularly taught and lectured throughout the United States and Europe.
El libro de la almohada de Sei Shonagon. Intimismo milenario
Soy muy vieja. Muy, muy vieja y estoy muy cansada. Mi mundo. Llevo mucho tiempo meditando y esperando. Los nagas no existen, se los han inventado los hombres como tantas y tantas cosas. Los seres humanos -que tan inteligentes se suponen- viven tan sometidos como nosotros a los vendavales de la ansiedad y el deseo.
«El libro de la almohada» – Sei Shonagon
El libro de la almohada – Sei Shônagon