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janvier 2011

Let it all go and go and go

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:18+00:00 janvier 9th, 2011|Textes|

Late again. Or is it? Seems more dark, quiet, restful than late. As if the obscure slide into night brings welcome nonresistance. Which reminds me of a variation on "yes meditation" proposed by the piano maestro Keith Jarrett: “If I let my hands play, my only rules are: ‘Don’t say no to harmony, don’t say [...]

Don’t know what else there is to say

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:18+00:00 janvier 6th, 2011|Textes|

Someone reminded me today about this poem that Leonard Cohen wrote about his Zen teacher, entitled "Roshi": I never really understood what he said but every now and then I find myself barking with the dog or bending with the irises or helping out in other little ways. Rare and precious words. Don't know what [...]

She just wanted to eat

By | 2015-10-02T16:52:40+00:00 janvier 4th, 2011|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 a shopping bag away from the woman. Looks like a foiled shop-lifting attempt. Except that she's hanging on for dear [...]

What are you doing (New Year’s Day 2011)?

By | 2015-10-02T16:53:11+00:00 janvier 1st, 2011|Textes|

Heartfelt greetings as the "new" and "old" rise and fall. May the richness of every moment be yours! So it's that time again. True, it's a hollow convention of the relative world. True, "New Year's Day" is every day - every day, every minute, every second, a "new" one. And still... And still, it's that [...]

décembre 2010

Happy Birthday, Patti Smith

By | 2015-10-02T16:53:45+00:00 décembre 30th, 2010|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, Ginsberg, Joyce, in the name of New York, in the name of Paris, in the name of no in-betweens, in [...]

Interior to interior

By | 2015-10-02T16:54:25+00:00 décembre 28th, 2010|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 words were elsewhere. I read in instructions for Chinese calligraphy that lines begin in the interior and end in the [...]

Stroke by stroke

By | 2015-10-02T16:54:48+00:00 décembre 14th, 2010|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, always open to modification. Tomorrow it will look different than it does today. Giacometti used to rip the heads off [...]

Pause hivernale

By | 2015-10-12T16:18:34+00:00 décembre 13th, 2010|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 | 2015-10-02T16:55:09+00:00 décembre 11th, 2010|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 suicide of Madoff's son today, two years after his father's arrest for swindling billions from innumerable "investors." It's another sad [...]

In between yet during

By | 2015-10-02T17:21:12+00:00 décembre 9th, 2010|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 front, in the garden, on the sidewalk and the street, and on the trees and cars and rooftops. The melt [...]