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janvier 2011

She just wanted to eat

By |janvier 4th, 2011|Categories: Textes|

This afternoon at Monoprix, a local down-market department store and supermarket, there is a commotion by one of the exits. A woman's shouts rise, a small crowd has assembled. The guard is trying to wrestle [...]

décembre 2010

Happy Birthday, Patti Smith

By |décembre 30th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

An entry today in honor of Patti Smith on her 64th birthday, in the name of poetry, in the name of art, in the name of rock 'n roll, in the name of Rimbaud, Dylan, [...]

Interior to interior

By |décembre 28th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Past days have flowed all one into the other, silent with the seamless closeness of family at holiday time. Together could also be to-gather. And now we're all moving on. I've missed writing here. The [...]

Stroke by stroke

By |décembre 14th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

I didn't answer the phone today, trying to get some writing done before the "day job" occupies my time again in coming days. What I managed to put on the page is a fine start, [...]

Pause hivernale

By |décembre 13th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Il n'y aura pas de séances de méditation: les lundis 20 et 27 décembre les vendredis 24 et 31 décembre On reprendra: le lundi 3 janvier à 20h le vendredi 7 janvier à 19h45

All the wealth and success…

By |décembre 11th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

"Bernard Madoff told his sons that their entire lives — all the wealth and success the family seemed to possess — were based on a lie," The New York Times reports in article about the [...]

In between yet during

By |décembre 9th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Having answered mail, dealt with laundry, had breakfast and other morning tasks, I now am in between. Or so I think. The snow is no longer falling, yet it remains on the ground back and [...]

Threading away

By |décembre 5th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Strung a number of years ago between trees outside my bedroom window, the Tibetan prayer flag is now threading away into the foliage. Today in the icy drizzle, it seems at once destitute, diminished, alone, [...]

Gifts, received and offered

By |décembre 1st, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Among the birthday gifts I received and for which I am grateful, there was this, from students in Portugal, which I now offer here, like "the scattering leaves:" Make the universe your companion, always bearing [...]

novembre 2010

End of the month, another wave

By |novembre 30th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

A "last" entry of the month comes amid a chill across the Continent. The back garden has been white for two days. Also this entry comes amid another wave of "transparency" from the WikiLeaks people. [...]

In the midst of at-easiness

By |novembre 27th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

A hectic week has led to this, a ragged Saturday for which there had once been other plans. Those plans changed. Which opened an unexpected vista of the "unexpected." I could think in terms of [...]

Dust (lurking around each corner)

By |novembre 21st, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Paging through the day, from early to late afternoon. Desires abound, lurking around each corner. Streets in the Marais are packed with them. What happened there? What happened to Goldenberg's? Only the corner remains. And [...]

Poetics online

By |novembre 20th, 2010|Categories: Poésie|

See some of my recent writing in the special France issue of the online magazine ekleksographia: http://ekleksographia.ahadadabooks.com/france/ And as long as we're at it, also online, although less recent: http://connaissances.blogspot.com/2008/01/bosquet.html

Riffing with Keith (and then it’s gone)

By |novembre 14th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

The weekend newspapers are full of words, stories, images, reflections, conventions, stereotypes, observations, almost everything that can be said fast. After all, journalism is called "literature in a hurry." Much of it has already been [...]

Born to be wild

By |novembre 11th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

It's wild "out there" tonight, fierce, icy wind whipping up rain and rousing the trees. Wild? As in out of control? Not tame? Free? Reminds me of a Zen story: A student asks a master: [...]

Mozart, Zen, no decorations necessary

By |novembre 7th, 2010|Categories: Textes|

Strikes keep on going on in France. And we all keep on going on with daily life, too, amid the strikes and protests and governmental scolds and babble. Saturday was another national strike day. Arriving [...]

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