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Retreat notes (I)

By | 2015-10-02T14:18:29+00:00 mai 22nd, 2009|Textes|

Retreat notes, Day I, Les Longues Bruyères: Brilliant sun all day, as if a blessing. For no apparent reason. Slept restlessly, with strange dreams in the night. As if something hard didn't want to go away. Long stretches of sitting, with birdsong, light wind, clouds outside the bay windows thrown open, drifting. Willow the cat [...]

Time to move on

By | 2015-10-02T14:19:12+00:00 mai 21st, 2009|Textes|

Here, an "absence" is a "presence" enhancing the experience of what I call the no-escape-universe: quiet holiday street, sun dipping in and out of clouds, bag packed to go. What next? The afternoon is everything, a burst of blossoms and leaves, asphalt littered with cigarette butts and a pink cup. The doorbell rings. Time to [...]

A piece of unstained silk at noon

By | 2015-10-02T14:19:48+00:00 mai 14th, 2009|Textes|

Sitting here wondering about torpor at midday, pausing for no apparent reason amid translating work that I like. I am turned to thoughts of what to say. Thoughts of having to say something. Cars come and go outside. The cloud cover thins. Cat upset when moved. Voices pass in the street. I am stillness passing [...]

Spread out, ubiquitous

By | 2015-10-02T14:20:29+00:00 mai 9th, 2009|Textes|

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 [...]

Anne Waldman

By | 2015-10-02T14:21:00+00:00 mai 3rd, 2009|Textes|

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 [...]

avril 2009

The hand that can’t be told

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:21+00:00 avril 30th, 2009|Textes|

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 [...]

May retreat

By | 2015-10-12T16:20:12+00:00 avril 29th, 2009|Textes|

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

Night rain

By | 2015-10-02T14:22:13+00:00 avril 27th, 2009|Textes|

The rain is coming down steady tonight. Sometimes there is so much to say that I find myself unable to begin.

No one on the edge of night

By | 2015-10-02T14:22:44+00:00 avril 22nd, 2009|Textes|

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, [...]

So generous an experience

By | 2015-10-02T14:23:41+00:00 avril 21st, 2009|Textes|

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 [...]