Totem

Totem

On the corner
the building
is gone
with a figure
I can’t
remember
brushed
on its gray
shutter
an unavoidable
curve
an unrecognizable
spiral
I didn’t
know
every-
time was
a climax
looping
out of reach
toward
destruction.

By | 2015-10-08T17:15:34+01:00 mai 5th, 2008|Poésie|1 Comment

About the Author:

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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.

One Comment

  1. little white cloud 6 mai 2008 at 0 h 21 min - Reply

    "The last word of the perfect tongue."
    "I am always seaking without fail what eludes me: the say of it."

    the light writes reality

    it is the light that writes reality in our eyes.

    the perfect writer

    comming from this or this corner, creating other phenomena we call reality
    in return to the confirmation of ourselves.

    (* perfect exemple of the dominance of visual perception)

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