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NOTES FROM THE OUTERNET PHOTO: Victor Hugo

June 7th, 2012 · 79 Comments · FRANCE, PHOTOS

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  • http://twitter.com/KatrinRunge Katrin Runge

    a great poet

  • http://twitter.com/iberda Sarah Berda

    Sweet!!

  • http://twitter.com/pegasik1997 Анастасия Гриднева

    Great)

  • http://twitter.com/AngelaMcEwen sKwirl ♡ ⨺ ♡

    HAHAHA I think I actually like the wallpaper more than the bust.

  • Cecy_lena lullaby

    Nice!!! :) <3

  • soulthenuit

    amazing ….is like to tell to yourself who you are

  • http://twitter.com/silkeknuth silke

    Les Misérables pretty cool

  • http://www.myspace.com/jirad13 JIRAD

    awesome.. have a nice day .. hugs .JS

  • https://twitter.com/#!/Red_Sunflowers Cristina

    Clair de lune

    La lune était sereine et jouait sur les flots. -
    La fenêtre enfin libre est ouverte à la brise,
    La sultane regarde, et la mer qui se brise,
    Là-bas, d’un flot d’argent brode les noirs îlots.

    De ses doigts en vibrant s’échappe la guitare.
    Elle écoute… Un bruit sourd frappe les sourds échos.
    Est-ce un lourd vaisseau turc qui vient des eaux de Cos,
    Battant l’archipel grec de sa rame tartare ?

    Sont-ce des cormorans qui plongent tour à tour,
    Et coupent l’eau, qui roule en perles sur leur aile ?
    Est-ce un djinn qui là-haut siffle d’une voix grêle,
    Et jette dans la mer les créneaux de la tour ?

    Qui trouble ainsi les flots près du sérail des femmes ? -
    Ni le noir cormoran, sur la vague bercé,
    Ni les pierres du mur, ni le bruit cadencé
    Du lourd vaisseau, rampant sur l’onde avec des rames.

    Ce sont des sacs pesants, d’où partent des sanglots.
    On verrait, en sondant la mer qui les promène,
    Se mouvoir dans leurs flancs comme une forme humaine… -
    La lune était sereine et jouait sur les flots.

  • marie

    demain dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne, je partirai
    Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends, j’irai par les forêts, j’irai par les montagnes, je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps…
    i said this poem to my girls two or three days ago.. and i thought about the reasons why i admire Victor Hugo last evening. He was such a complete and uncompromising man. so much provehito in altum!
    and do you know the one that end by “et s’il n’en reste qu’un, je serai celui-là” (ultima verba)

  • Svetlana

    Вот она стоит под ивой
    И пугливо
    Ловит слухом ветерок.
    Пролетит ли шмель над нею, -
    Вспыхнет, рдея,
    Как гранатовый цветок.

    Видишь все, что закрывало
    Покрывало.
    В голубых ее глазах
    Словно искры пробегают, –
    Так играют
    Звезды в синих небесах.

  • Fatima

    Very nice:)

  • http://www.tumblr.com/blog/betweenchaosandorder Johana Nevado

    Los Misérables…cool!!!

  • http://twitter.com/Zanet30STM Zaneta Holakovska

    I love novel Notre-Dame de Paris. I was at czech musical of Notre-Dame de Paris recently. It was amazing! :)

  • http://twitter.com/fanitar kirsi iijolainen

    france poet.) Notre Dam and Misarable ,,)

  • Jan

    A man who stood for many important issues :-)

    Looks like the beautiful Paris and France are close to your heart …

    Now I am going ride out in the evening sun and enjoy the floral scents on the road from a too-long working day before it is home to night work.

    Have a nice nice day!

  • http://twitter.com/Mustacheee_Leto Laura Leroy

    ” Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
    Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
    J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
    Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

    Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
    Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
    Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
    Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

    Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,
    Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
    Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
    Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.”

    Victor Hugo

    • marie

      this is a poem i used to say for myself- sometimes walking through the “bruyère”- by thinking to a dearest friend gone too soon, so much too soon
      it’s maybe one of my favorites cause there’s not the emphasis or in a way too lyrical style that is in Hugo’s poetry and yet you can feel so strong the meaning between the words

  • http://twitter.com/Zomaar1234 iSoof

    itsnotevenstraiGHT

    *hmpf*

  • koryn5

    Hugo was a formidable literary man, poet and engaged. Big man.

  • http://twitter.com/CoolSex CoolSex

    Not one of my favorite, but V. Hugo was a great writer, really talented

  • http://twitter.com/VestigeOfMARS Vivianne Leto

    The famous and talented Victor Hugo! I enjoy and agree with some of his quotes, especially: “There’s nothing like dream to create the future. Utopia today, flesh and bone tomorrow!” ; “Makes me miss, I’m absent from myself.” & “Patient is the strongest!” Well, I see you’ve a big cultural background, dear Jared, and I’m very grateful for you sharing this with us, and so, we traveled through your trips! :) Awesome! XD Wish you a fabulous day! Luv & admire you, xo :) P.S. Last night I’d a wonderful sleep, and a dream even better, coz ur smile filled every part of it, but my impressing surprise was to wake up and see that ur latest post was your smile once again… great way to start my day! Lol Thanks again, again & again! <3

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100003677602127 Tabletha Soony

    itsnotevenstraiGHT

    *hrmz*

  • José

    A great poet. A wise man. A great novelist. A visualist. A politic man. A man in exile.

  • Nitta

    At finally I recognized someone…. =O)))

  • http://thestorytellersgarden.wordpress.com/ talesgarden

    Oh Monsieur Hugo – a great man.
    I wonder if you have a favorite work of him.

    One of my favorite quotes by him is:

    “An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.”

    Because there’s so much truth in those words, as you might know by your own lessons learned. It fascinates me time after time how one can be haunted by an idea which is ready to be born. Do you feel the same?

    Awww…, thanks to your captivating tweet about your Epic day in #TheLab with your brother from last night I’m sooo much more excited about the new songs now…
    Don’t tease me this way… ;) ♥Xo

    P: S. And by the way…, the answer is ‘yes’, I’m already ready to VyRT again. :)
    What about you??? ;)

    • DeannaVass

      So true what the Hugo’s quote states!

  • Coreena

    Ahhh yes the French poet :) he is a magnificent man. Creater of one of my other favourite books adapted for broadway :) Les Misérables I do adore. There’s something about his works that captivates my heart and taps into the hopeless not foolish romantic within me. Love is beautiful but it can also turn an individual foolish, if u love too much with ur heart rather then head. One must conjur the right balance of the two. As I have a great interest in balance, life is all about this and harmony. If we go through life without being successful too strike this obtainal slightly difficult at times goal we are so lost at sea,being suffocated and even more confused in emotions that could lead one too insanity. That is why great men and woman have been driven too do such madness in the name of affection and love. Cannot be helped, human nature. But if they struck balance they would have I feel be alive today too tell the tale. The courage also made them brave in choices. Which is also needed too truely love. As with great poets as Monsieur Hugo in order too write such wonderful things one had too have truely experience great love, great sadness and almighty courage too face moments of weakness. Take care its wonderful you are beating the living daylights out of the songs :) exhausting ones ideas are highly important. XO

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Eliza-Gucik/100000318662295 Eliza Gucik

    Great poet!

  • NatalyaGalaxy

    А себе такой заказал?

  • http://twitter.com/ksenya_n Kseniya

    cool statue

  • Nannie!

    oooooOOOOOO!!!!VVVVVVWL!!!! SUNDAY FILM WITH VH!!!!

  • Nannie!!

    A++++++++++;HUG YOU JARED!

  • Jiriki

    Notre-Dame de Paris his famous novel is really great.
    Do you read any poems or novels right now?

  • Guest

    I prefer hugo boss just different

  • http://twitter.com/mariepritcahrd marie pritchard

    JAREDLETO.COM what are you doing to me …. im spending more and more time on line these days … always wanting to know more about the people / statues etc that you post. I have to be honest though its all very interesting and leaves me more knowledgeable ;) so Thank you !

    P.s carn’t wait for the new songs to ignite my earflaps ;)

    All the best, have fantastic day/night xXx

  • http://twitter.com/mar_malaquias Márcia Malaquias

    great poet in his Bday … 40, sent to you (Jared) via twitter of the poetry of Victor Hugo

    Desire

    I want you to love first,And what a loving, well loved.And if not, is soon to forget.And you forget, do not save heartache.I therefore hope that is not so But if, known to be without despair.

    I would also like to have friends,
    That even bad and inconsequential,
    Be brave and faithful,
    And at least one of them
    You can trust without hesitation.
    And because life is so
    I also wish that you have enemies.
    Not many or few
    But just right for that, sometimes,
    You are about interpele
    From his own certainties.
    And among them, there is at least one that is fair,
    Lest you feel too safe.

    I want you to be useful later,
    But not irreplaceable.
    And in bad times,
    When there remains nothing else,
    This is useful enough to keep you upright.

    I also want you to be tolerant
    Not with those who err just because it’s easy,
    But with those who err greatly and irreparably,
    And making good use of this tolerance,
    You serve as an example to others.

    I wish that you, being young,
    Not ripen too quickly,
    And that being mature does not insist on rejuvenating
    And that being old is not engaged to despair.
    Because each age has its pleasure and its pain and
    We must let them run down between us.

    By the way I want you to be sad,
    Not all year, but only one day.
    But that day discover
    Daily that laughter is good,
    Laughter is the usual dull and constant laughter is insane.

    I want you to discover,
    With maximum urgency
    Up and about everything, that there are oppressed,
    Wronged and unhappy, and who are around you.

    I also wish you a cuddle cat,
    Feed a cuckoo and listen to john-of-clay
    Raise your triumphant matin
    Because, well, you will feel good for nothing.

    I also hope that you plant a seed,
    For most small it is,
    And track your growth,
    To let you know how many
    Many lives are made a tree.

    Desire, moreover, that you have money,
    Because it must be practical.
    And at least once a year
    Put a little of it
    In front of you and say “This is mine,”
    Just to make it clear who owns whom.

    I also hope that none of his affections die,
    For him and for you,
    But what if you die, you can cry
    No whining and suffering without blame.

    Finally I wish you and man,
    Have a good woman,
    And being a woman,
    Have a good man
    And that you love today, tomorrow and the following days,
    And when you’re exhausted and smiling
    Still there is love to start over.
    And if that happens,
    I have nothing more to wish you. ”

    P.S.Thanks for sharing a bit of France .. Love that country in November and December will be there … dream too much about it .. God bless you dear Jared Leto

  • http://twitter.com/gabriela_6227 Gabriela De Backer

    Nice!! but I prefer Hugo Just different ft Jared Leto!

  • http://twitter.com/mar_malaquias Márcia Malaquias

    Another great poetry:

    The man and woman

    Man is the highest of creatures.
    The woman is the most sublime of ideals.
    God made for man a throne.
    For a woman, an altar.
    The throne exalts.
    The altar sanctifies.
    Man is the brain, the woman is the heart.
    The brain produces the light, the heart produces love.
    Light fruitful.
    Love rises.
    The man is strong reason.
    The woman is invincible tears.
    The reason convinces.
    The tears move.
    Man is capable of all heroism.
    The woman, all martyrdoms.
    The ennobling heroism.
    The sublime martyrdom.
    Man has supremacy.
    The woman’s preference.
    The supremacy means strength.
    The preference is the right.
    The man is a genius, a woman, an angel.
    Genius is immeasurable, the angel undefinable.
    We contemplate the infinite.
    Admire the ineffable.
    The aspiration of man is supreme glory.
    The aspiration of woman is extreme virtue.
    The glory is all great.
    The result is all divine.
    The man is a code.
    The woman, a gospel.
    The code fixes.
    The gospel perfects.
    The man thinks.
    A woman dreams.
    To think is to have a worm in the skull.
    To dream is to have a halo on the forehead.
    Man is an ocean.
    Woman a lake.
    The ocean has the adorning pearl.
    The lake, dazzling poetry.
    Man is the flying eagle.
    The woman is the nightingale singing.
    Flying is dominating the space.
    To sing is to conquer the soul.
    The man is a temple.
    The woman is the tabernacle.
    Before the temple we discover ourselves.
    Kneel before the tabernacle

    Victor Hugo

  • agnieszka

    got to think of sth that`ll make me feel less miserable than im feeling right now or ill have nightmares
    trees are not bare
    some strangers in the streets look quite interesting

  • nadia

    strange man, isn’t it? Xo

  • http://twitter.com/Dursy92 Dursy

    Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
    - Victor Hugo

  • http://thestorytellersgarden.wordpress.com/ talesgarden

    “Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees”, is another favorite quotes of mine, by Monsieur Hugo.

    Dearest Dreamer,

    I just want to let you know, I’m really glad that you still support Mister Big B. Because I truly believe that he is the best President your Country had / has since a long time. He is such a great visionary. If I were an American, I would have voted for him, too.

    And Now for Something Completely Different… ;)

    Can you please tell me, what’s the hype about Instagram?
    I really don’t get it, ‘cos to my opinion almost all photos look somewhat similar with the play of the colors, which is quite boring in the long run. But maybe it’s just me who thinks like this. :/

    Yesterday I learned a new English phrase – Grace under pressure.
    Strangely you came immediately to my mind when I learned the meaning of those words.
    Maybe because you do exactly that so often, you keep your grace no matter what.

    Oh, and to answer your MARS tweet question…
    My favorite lyric from TIW is still ALIBI and I guess this will never change, for I am a very constant person.

    Oops! It’s already bedtime again for me.
    So, gute Nacht, mon amour… :)
    Have a good time wherever you are.

    Lots of love :) ♥Xo

  • melanigothic

    do not know who is this man, but is very serious!

  • Cherrylee

    Good evening Jared ! Here it is early in the morning. I` ve only read some chapters of “Les Miserables”. My favorite writers are Updike and Zeruja Shalev. I have read all their books. I especially love the “Rabbit”- books by Updike and ” The Terrorist”.
    Shalev`s books are always sad and they forced my to cry very often.
    By the way: Yesterday I saw the film: “Only the sun was a witness” with the young Alain Delon. I’m often surprised how similar you look.
    Sleep well and relax ! I love the pics ” Dead by flash”. But I wish you would eat a little bit more…..(sorry but you look so thin)…xoxo<3

    • Cherrylee

      “Death by flash” sorry.

      • Cherrylee

        OMG!!! I have made so many mistakes!!!!! Her name is ZERUYA! Damn!

  • http://thestorytellersgarden.wordpress.com/ talesgarden

    As the third time is the charm… ;)

    “A great artist is a great man in a great child.”

    *blows a goodnight kiss over the ocean. May the wind carry it to you*

    Nighty night, dearest dreamer! ♥Xo :)

    Oh, and many thanks to Mister Magera. You know for what, right? ;) ♥♥♥

    • Cherrylee

      Yes he is a great child. I love that about him.

  • Yanna

    You read my mind!!!! I mean it! Yeasterday I have read My new job is connected with the V.Hugo street and I thought is good sign but mistery,like everything new in life.I start make fairy tales:) Bad! cheers:)

  • rosie

    To Adele Foucher (1821)

    My dearest,
    When two souls, which have sought each other for,
    however long in the throng, have finally found each other
    …a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are…
    begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.
    This union is love, true love,…
    a religion, which deifies the loved one,
    whose life comes from devotion and passion,
    and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights.
    This is the love which you inspire in me…
    Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels;
    but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension.

    Yours forever,
    Victor Hugo

  • marie

    hey, where is my comment about ultima verba??!!

  • Tears In Rain

    The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

    Victor Hugo

    • InSpiteOfOurselves

      I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain. Time to die.
      …love that movie :)

      • Hamlet

        HAMLET: To be, or not to be–that is the question:
        Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
        The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
        Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
        And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep–
        No more–and by a sleep to say we end
        The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
        That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
        Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep–
        To sleep–perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,
        For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
        When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
        Must give us pause. There’s the respect
        That makes calamity of so long life.
        For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
        Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely
        The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
        The insolence of office, and the spurns
        That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
        When he himself might his quietus make
        With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
        To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
        But that the dread of something after death,
        The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
        No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
        And makes us rather bear those ills we have
        Than fly to others that we know not of?
        Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
        And thus the native hue of resolution
        Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
        And enterprise of great pitch and moment
        With this regard their currents turn awry
        And lose the name of action. — Soft you now,
        The fair Ophelia! — Nymph, in thy orisons
        Be all my sins remembered…

        • Goethe

          Rest not! Life is sweeping by; go dare before you die.
          Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.

      • Tears In Rain

        I do too, I have seen it so many times now, watched at different periods of my life, all viewed in a completely different context, all instilling a completely different message … But the one thing that always remains the same is that quote … ‘ All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain ‘

        It is one one those quotes, that is inspired when you first hear it, only to deepen with a certain poignancy when applied to a particular moment of your own life.

        Just like that quote, the best (and worst things) in life are not scripted … but felt instead.

        • rosie

          Truth: …”the best (and the worst things) in life are not scripted … but felt instead.” divine! inspired!

          • Off Air

            I agree too. The best and the worst moments of our lives are what we are today. And even the worst moments can highlight positive things

        • Off Air

          Hi Tears In Rain and InSpiteOfOurselves
          Can I ask you what movie it is, please? :)

          • ray

            Blade Runner (1982)

          • Off Air

            Thank you :)

          • Tears In Rain

            A visually stunning masterpiece

          • Off Air

            ok, I would try to see it

    • mmmeeee!

      i think i love you :)
      these words & those words were like a lil gift-thanks!

      • Tears In Rain

        Thanks, but they are not my words, they are by Victor Hugo

  • Hbraica

    “The future has many names. For the weak it is unattainable. For the fearful, the unknown. For the brave is the opportunity” Victor Hugo

  • http://twitter.com/liliro79 aurelie

    yes, it’s him!