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“Bartholomeus went on, 'I wanted to show that these objects are sensitive, suffer at the coming of night, faint at the departure of the last rays, which, by the way, also live in this room; they suffer as much, they fight against the darkness. There you have it. It's the life of things, if you like. The French would call it a nature morte, a picture of inanimate objects. That is not what I'm trying to show. Flemish puts it better: a still life.”

Quote by Georges Rodenbach

Work

The Bells of Bruges

The Bells of Bruges is a historical fiction novel that delves into the life of a character living in the picturesque city of Bruges. The story weaves through the complexities of human emotions, focusing on the protagonist's journey through love and loss amidst the backdrop of a changing world. more

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Georges Rodenbach
Georges Rodenbach

Georges Rodenbach was a Belgian poet known for his unique symbolism and profound emotional expression. His works often explore themes of human existence, with deep insights into love, death, and nature. more

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