Oliverxelio Histoires

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"Bezbronny Elio spętany w sidłach Apollina, boga słońca i gromu. Nieruchomy, ale wykręcony nonszalancko, lał się w jego ramionach. Bezsłownie, krzyczał, by go pragnąć, zdzierając sobie ciszą gardło. Schwytany w pułapkę, uciekając stromą, śliską drogą bez wyjścia." - ode to apollo - oliver & elio - january 2019

It's Oliver's last day staying with the Perlmans, and both men are already grieving the loss of each other. Each is trying to find a way to remember the other by. Both come up with love letters. This is a very short short story about Oliver and Elio's goodbye. This is a sonnet sequence that I had to write for an English literature class at uni. Since (Shakespearean) Sonnets are traditionally love poems, I wanted to push myself to write a few under the topic. I've got no first hand experience with love, so I thought, 'why not write the poems from book characters' experiences?' André Aciman writes these boys with such care and precision. I thank him for creating such beautiful subjects; all I had to do was continue their story. The first sonnet is written in the Shakespearean (English) style and is from Oliver's point of view. The second, Petrarchan (Italian), is from Elio's perspective. You'll notice that I've correlated their poem style to where they're from (Oliver, New England and Elio, Italy). Psa: these are pretty shitty sonnets, I'm just publishing them because this is where I publish all my uni writing I guess...

A Call Me By Your Name fiction. Set seven years after the summer of 1983. Elio is still torn. He lives his life empty, now a classics teacher abroad, a grasp at happiness. Elio comes back to b. Only to find him there, why can it be? Elio p.o.v. Work in progress...