<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598327979597323141</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:19:43.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Room 19</title><subtitle type='html'>about love and freedom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories-contemplativeintellectual.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598327979597323141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-contemplativeintellectual.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Repona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813300262731238817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G23OV0psJMM/Sc5kHv5m6qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/teT6kyS-d8c/S220/IMG_1813.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598327979597323141.post-4100094891344958050</id><published>2010-09-17T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:34:53.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liminality</title><content type='html'>"Bergson saw in the words and writings of prophets and great artists the creation of an 'open morality', which was itself an expression of what he called the élan vital, or evolutionary 'life force.' Prophets and artists tend to be liminal and marginal people, 'edgemen,' who strive with a passionate sincerity to rid themselves of the clichés associated with status incumbency and role-playing and to enter into vital relations with other men in fact or imagination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Smith&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Mansfield and Virginia Woolf: A Public of Two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598327979597323141-4100094891344958050?l=memories-contemplativeintellectual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories-contemplativeintellectual.blogspot.com/feeds/4100094891344958050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598327979597323141&amp;postID=4100094891344958050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598327979597323141/posts/default/4100094891344958050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598327979597323141/posts/default/4100094891344958050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-contemplativeintellectual.blogspot.com/2010/09/liminality.html' title='Liminality'/><author><name>Repona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813300262731238817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G23OV0psJMM/Sc5kHv5m6qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/teT6kyS-d8c/S220/IMG_1813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598327979597323141.post-554066851899968490</id><published>2009-04-30T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:28:08.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching Artaud</title><content type='html'>"In one version, freedom entails total asceticism. In another version, it entails libertinism -- practicing the art of transgression." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Sontag &lt;br /&gt;Under the sign of Saturn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598327979597323141-554066851899968490?l=memories-contemplativeintellectual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories-contemplativeintellectual.blogspot.com/feeds/554066851899968490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598327979597323141&amp;postID=554066851899968490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598327979597323141/posts/default/554066851899968490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598327979597323141/posts/default/554066851899968490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-contemplativeintellectual.blogspot.com/2009/04/approaching-artaud.html' title='Approaching Artaud'/><author><name>Repona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813300262731238817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G23OV0psJMM/Sc5kHv5m6qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/teT6kyS-d8c/S220/IMG_1813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598327979597323141.post-2230148797468602884</id><published>2009-04-15T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:34:49.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“To Room 19” is a short story written by Doris Lessing. It struck me when I first read it, without any psychological preparation where it would lead me. It deeply resonates with my inner fear of married life and the stability that follows. The protagonist of this story is a married woman who has four children. Everyone thinks she and her husband are the perfect couple. When her children start going to school, she finally has some private time. She begins isolating herself by visiting Fred’s hotel in Paddington and every time she stays in room 19. This is a tragic story and reminds me of Katherine Mansfield's “Bliss”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the story. I wanted to dedicate this site to explore more about the topic of freedom and maybe it could be considered as a virtual Room 19, a tribute to Doris Lessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598327979597323141-2230148797468602884?l=memories-contemplativeintellectual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories-contemplativeintellectual.blogspot.com/feeds/2230148797468602884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598327979597323141&amp;postID=2230148797468602884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598327979597323141/posts/default/2230148797468602884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598327979597323141/posts/default/2230148797468602884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-contemplativeintellectual.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-room-19-is-short-story-written-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Repona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17813300262731238817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G23OV0psJMM/Sc5kHv5m6qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/teT6kyS-d8c/S220/IMG_1813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
