Monthly Archives: avril 2010


avril 2010

Truly, greatly vacating

By | 2015-10-02T12:03:59+01:00 avril 26th, 2010|Textes|

Back again after more travels. By train, not plane, so was not directly subject to the ashes phenomenon. Appreciated greatly having nothing in particular to do, truly vacating. In the sunny streets of Amsterdam and along its innumerable canals, I was not so much wandering as just being where I was. Every shifting patch of [...]

I don’t know a thing about it

By | 2015-10-02T12:04:40+01:00 avril 20th, 2010|Textes|

All this volcanic frenzy over being grounded! And all that time we sat in Normandy under a cloudless sky by night and day, aware that "unseen" causes and effects were stirring up "disruptions" of unfathomable proportions (big and small) around the world and right where we were. And it is always thus, always. What are [...]

Rounding a corner of April

By | 2015-10-02T12:05:16+01:00 avril 15th, 2010|Textes|

Off to retreat in Normandy. The news is in the details, wider and wider every moment. April is rounding a corner, turning away from a sort of stutter, from something fragile, toward something strongly fragile, without hesitation. I like that, and the sun sneaking in and out of the clouds.

Much ado about

By | 2015-10-02T12:05:52+01:00 avril 12th, 2010|Textes|

There has been so much ado since Saturday about the plane crashing in a Russian forest with an array of Polish leaders, including the president, on board. There were, the news reports said, no survivors. We might say none of us are survivors (we all are dying), or we all are survivors (who dies?), including [...]

A necessity, spoonful to spoonful

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:19+01:00 avril 11th, 2010|Textes|

I come across a phrase as I flip through a text that I've read over and over, entitled, "La nécessité de Giacometti" (The Necessity of Giacometti), by Yves Bonnefoy: Giacometti's intention in his art, Bonnefoy writes, was to "saisir" (seize) "la transcendance dans l'immanence" (transcendence in immanence). Seize what can't be seized: That was his [...]

Of all the possible words

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:19+01:00 avril 5th, 2010|Textes|

Of all the possible words (worlds?) to grab and type here, a few are chosen: Several talks from last Portugal retreat and a conference at the Fnac in Coimbra are now posted on the Wild Flower Portugal site: For those in Paris, an American poet not to miss tomorrow night (Tuesday): Norman Fischer, Zen [...]

Essentially mystery and splendor

By | 2015-10-02T12:09:15+01:00 avril 4th, 2010|Textes|

Another full-schedule week of multiple activities having now come to this, a rainy, chilly, sometimes sunny, sometimes not Easter Sunday. After newspaper work, I'm home again. I think I have now done everything that I think I can possibly think of doing. Reminds me of the Zen story (as told by D.T. Suzuki) in which [...]