#nuptials at tipasa

[a-book-is-a-garden]

“I love this life with abandon and wish to speak of it boldly: it makes me proud of my human condition. Yet people have often told me: there’s nothing to be proud of. Yes, there is: this sun, this sea, my heart leaping with youth, the salt taste of my body and this vast landscape in which tenderness and glory merge in blue and yellow. It is to conquer this that I need my strength and my resources. Everything here leaves me intact, I surrender nothing of myself, and don no mask: learning patiently and arduously how to live is enough for me, well worth all their arts of living.”

- Albert Camus, ‘Nuptials at Tipasa’ in “Nuptials”

[calyptapis]

Albert Camus, Nuptials (Noces), 1939: Nuptials at Tipasa; from Personal Writings (translated by Ellen Conroy Kennedy and Justin O’Brien)

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I love this life with abandon and wish to speak of it boldly: it makes me proud of my human condition. Yet people have often told me: there’s nothing to be proud of. Yes, there is: this sun, this sea, my heart leaping with youth, the salt taste of my body and this vast landscape in which tenderness and glory merge in blue and yellow. It is to conquer this that I need my strength and my resources. Everything here leaves me intact, I surrender nothing of myself, and don no mask: learning patiently and arduously how to live is enough for me, well worth all their arts of living.

[dearorpheus]

camus, nuptials at tipasa

[shcherbatskya]

nuptials at tipasa 🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁

[blurrymerzsblog]

“I love this life with abandon and wish to speak of it boldly: it makes me proud of my human condition. Yet people have often told me: there’s nothing to be proud of. Yes, there is: this sun, this sea, my heart leaping with youth, the salt taste of my body and this vast landscape in which tenderness and glory merge in blue and yellow. It is to conquer this that I need my strength and my resources. Everything here leaves me intact, I surrender nothing of myself, and don no mask: learning patiently and arduously how to live is enough for me, well worth all their arts of living.”

- Albert Camus, ‘Nuptials at Tipasa’ in “Nuptials”

Artist: Jeremy Lipking

[justthishumanheart]

I love this life with abandon and wish to speak of it boldly: it makes me proud of my human condition. Yet people have often told me: there’s nothing to be proud of. Yes, there is: this sun, this sea, my heart leaping with youth, the salt taste of my body and this vast landscape in which tenderness and glory merge in blue and yellow. It is to conquer this that I need my strength and my resources. Everything here leaves me intact. I surrender nothing of myself, and don no mask: learning patiently and arduously how to live is enough for me, well worth all their arts of living.

—Albert Camus, Nuptials at Tipasa

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays (Nuptials at Tipasa)

[sputniksea]

No, it was neither I nor the world that counted, but solely the harmony and silence that gave birth to the love between us. A love I was not foolish enough to claim for myself alone, proudly aware that I shared it with a whole race born in the sun and sea, alive and spirited, drawing greatness from its simplicity, and upright on the beaches, smiling in complicity at the brilliance of its skies.

Albert Camus, Nuptials at Tipasa

[bonesoflumiere]

"Here, I leave order and moderation to others. The great free love of nature and the sea absorbs me completely."

— Albert Camus, from "Nuptials at Tipasa," Lyrical and Crytical Essays

[calyptapis]

Albert Camus, Nuptials (Noces), 1939: Nuptials at Tipasa; from Personal Writings (translated by Ellen Conroy Kennedy and Justin O’Brien)

Text ID: Here I understand what is meant by glory: the right to love without limits.

[myuroboros]

The world is beautiful, and outside there is no salvation.

Albert Camus, Nuptials at Tipasa

[shcherbatskya]

save me nuptials… nuptials at tipasa…. nuptials save me…..

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

Albert Camus, Nuptials at Tipasa

[calyptapis]

Albert Camus, Nuptials (Noces), 1939: Nuptials at Tipasa; from Personal Writings (translated by Ellen Conroy Kennedy and Justin O’Brien)

Text ID: Every beautiful thing has a natural pride in its own beauty, and today the world is allowing its pride to seep from every pore. Why, in its presence, should I deny the joy of living, as long as I know everything is not included in this joy? There is no shame in being happy.

[metaphorformetaphor]

I would sit on a bench, watching the countryside expand with light. I was full. Above me drooped a pomegranate tree, its flower buds closed and ribbed like small tight fists containing every hope of spring. There was rosemary behind me, and I could smell only the scent of its alcohol. The hills were framed with trees, and beyond them stretched a band of sea on which the sky, like a sail becalmed, rested in all its tenderness. I felt a strange joy in my heart, the special joy that stems from a clear conscience. There is a feeling actors have when they know they've played their part well, that is to say, when they have made their own gestures coincide with those of the ideal character they embody, having entered somehow into a prearranged design, bringing it to life with their own heartbeats. That was exactly what I felt: I had played my part well. I had performed my task as a man, and the fact that I had known joy for one entire day seemed to me not an exceptional success but the intense fulfillment of a condition which, in certain circumstances, makes it our duty to be happy. Then we are alone again, but satisfied. Now the trees were filled with birds. The earth would give a long sigh before sliding into darkness. In a moment, with the first star, night would fall on the theater of the world. The dazzling gods of day would return to their daily death. But other gods would come. And, though they would be darker, their ravaged faces too would come from deep within the earth. For the moment at least, the waves' endless crashing against the shore came toward me through a space dancing with golden pollen. Sea, landscape, silence, scents of this earth, I would drink my fill of a scent-laden life, sinking my teeth into the world's fruit, golden already, overwhelmed by the feeling of its strong, sweet juice flowing on my lips. No, it was neither I nor the world that counted, but solely the harmony and silence that gave birth to the love between us. A love I was not foolish enough to claim for myself alone, proudly aware that I shared it with a whole race born in the sun and sea,alive and spirited, drawing greatness from its simplicity, and upright on the beaches, smiling in complicity at the brilliance of its skies.  ―Albert Camus, from "Nuptials at Tipasa" in Lyrical and Critical Essays. (Vintage, 1970)