Spread out, ubiquitous

Spread out, ubiquitous

As Henri Michaux wrote, l'abandon de l'empire de moi m'a étendu infiniment... (abandoning the empire of me spread me out infinitely) The obstacle that is me is no longer obstacle. Space is neither great nor small. This is not exchanging one empire for another, however. This is not a closed infinity. This cool spring midday [...]

Par |2015-10-02T14:20:29+01:00mai 9th, 2009|Textes|6 Commentaires

Anne Waldman

Double Change vous invite à une lecture bilingue de Edith Azam et Anne Waldman mardi 4 mai 2010 à 19h au Point Ephémère 200 Quai de Valmy 75010 Paris Entrée libre Poète, performer, activiste, Anne Waldman a co-fondé en 1974 The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics avec Allen Ginsberg à Naropa University, où elle [...]

Par |2015-10-02T14:21:00+01:00mai 3rd, 2009|Textes|0 commentaire

Nathaniel Dorsky

May 5, 19h, Centre Pompidou, three short films by American experimental filmmaker Nathaniel Dorsky: Song and Solitude (2005-2006), Threnody (2004), The Visitation (2002) May 12, 19h, Centre Pompidou, four short films by American experimental filmmaker Nathaniel Dorsky: Sarabande (2008), Compline (2009), Aubade (2010), Winter (2008) Long a figure of interest to many contemporary American poets, [...]

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:21+01:00mai 3rd, 2009|Poésie|0 commentaire

The hand that can’t be told

Recall a verse from a song from childhood, what used to be called a "negro" spiritual: He's got the whole world in his hand... And then of course there's the grain of sand in the palm of, and the universe, and I wanna hold your..., and Maradona's Hand of God, etc. Tonight, in images on [...]

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:21+01:00avril 30th, 2009|Textes|3 Commentaires

May retreat

Il reste quelques places pour la retraite Wild Flower du 21 au 24 mai en normandie. (There are a few places left for the May 21-24 Wild Flower retreat in Normandy.) Infos et inscription/registration: zenscribe@free.fr

Par |2015-10-12T16:20:12+01:00avril 29th, 2009|Textes|0 commentaire

The End of the World as I Know It

It's the end of the world as I know it at The front door in white pellets on the walk The constant disappearance of everything I know Stones the size of a clamor melt the roof Suddenly there's this hail of hail and then Suddenly this not-hail hailing the il n'y plus rattle of hail [...]

Par |2009-04-28T18:43:35+01:00avril 28th, 2009|Poésie|0 commentaire

No one on the edge of night

A newcomer fidgets during sitting practice. I remind myself to give her some instruction: It's essential to have a base on which to deconstruct. Message from an editor who declines to publish one of my new poems, a piece full of darkness and descent. She liked my previous work, full of luminous, inventive word play, [...]

Par |2015-10-02T14:22:44+01:00avril 22nd, 2009|Textes|4 Commentaires

So generous an experience

Last night's sitting was filled with quiet birdsong and the shimmy of a thread of incense smoke. It rose and swerved and spilled into the air all around. I could have stayed for hours. Then working today on a translation I come across Rilke and "the interior space of the world" that had been revealed [...]

Par |2015-10-02T14:23:41+01:00avril 21st, 2009|Textes|1 Commentaire

Shine a (discreet) light

All weekend, as I go about home activities (waking, sleeping, dressing, cooking, cleaning, talking, shopping) and then take up the day-job of cutting, fitting, packaging reports of what a select few have sorted and catergorized as the day's most worthy news, I am with a few incisive words from Georges Bataille about the nature and [...]

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:21+01:00avril 19th, 2009|Textes|9 Commentaires
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