novembre 2011
Poets Live
All those in Paris tomorrow night: I'll be launching the release of my new chapbook, "Peneloping," published by corrupt press. Come hear me read! Poets Live 22 November with Ian Monk, Amy Hollowell and Megan [...]
The importance of each, the importance of every
Checking back in after days of absence. I can only cite an endless chain of interconnected circumstances as the cause (and then effect) of my days (weeks?) of "silence" here... In the meantime, much ado, [...]
octobre 2011
(The music of) Being offline
Still unconnected, and therefore relying on the kindness of friends to maintain a semblance of presence on the electronic waves that wash over, around, through us all. As a result, I have discovered something like [...]
Unconnected
Just when I'm least expecting it... Computer crashes, perhaps fatally. A whole new world opens up, "unconnected.'' Meanwhile, notice in the dictionary that the root of the word occupy, as in "Occupy Wall Street,'' is [...]
« Seeing » Qaddafi’s end
The terrible images of Qaddafi's demise on Thursday came to us, appropriately in this "connected" world, via mobile telephone. As Libyans then lined up to see his dead body, they all had their phones ready [...]
Indignation!
I must say that I'm not taking to the streets amid all these protests that are sweeping the world under a variety of names. And I also must say that I am pleased to see [...]
Portrait at night, with vulnerability
The cat is asleep beside me. Music drifts in from a café somewhere down the street. Someone calling from another part of France tonight told me he could see what looked like a full moon. [...]
Long arms, reaching nowhere
Watched the two remaining French Socialist candidates "debate" tonight before their final election on Sunday. A lot of this, that and the other. The most convincing one talked about her experience, from right here, about [...]
We are all 1
There's something starting to gather force in America these days, the "Occupy Wall Street" protest movement. On it's Web site, Occupy Wall Street explains that it "is a leaderless resistance movement with people of many [...]
Love in the métro
Came across this quote today: "The entire cosmos is a cooperative." I suppose that says it all. What would happen if we each realized only that? In the métro, I had a taste this morning. [...]
Telling the tale
Tonight a new month suddenly looks like a wonderful opportunity to "settle down" after a crazy, scattered September: What have I been doing all these days and weeks? All and nothing. I can't even remember [...]
septembre 2011
Nothing special
All quiet on Indian summer night as a car rumbles by in the street outside and the dishwasher hums in the kitchen. A lot of coming and going out there; and probably a lot in [...]
Breathless like a miracle
Here at my desk at this late hour. What is it now? And who? Perched before me is an image of Giacometti's sculpture L'Homme qui chavire, his Tottering Man, a thing of such wonder that [...]
Cat and mouse
It's Sunday night. Already? Or again? Temperatures have fallen, with precipitation (or rain, as they say), as have the shares of French banks and financial markets everywhere. Someone is gaining, someone losing. Which is which? [...]
Do you remember?
Do you remember? It was stunning: A perfect morning. Planes cruising across an impeccably blue sky and crashing into shining towers standing tall and invincible under a brilliant sun in the symbolic heart of the [...]
Happy and back, mutually
After all these weeks away, here I come again. Summer was deep and wide and full. I loved the sun, the sea, the moon, the trees, the forests, the darkness, the light, the heat, the [...]
juillet 2011
Retreat, vacating, retreat: Disappearing into the landscape
Off to Portugal for retreat. Then disappearing into the landscape. Before returning for more retreat in France. No words here until end of August. We're all in this together! And à bientôt all the same. [...]
Give and let live
In the course of doing some translation work this afternoon, I come across a reference to an Indian people of the Pacific Northwest of North America, a people called the Kwakwaka'wakw, for whom wealth and [...]
Modern in a summer lull
A lull in postings corresponds, it would seem, to lazy summer. Perhaps a kind of "retreat" from the usual patterns of my days? And then suddenly it is obvious: Whatever I write or don't write [...]
World whirled/Whirled world (Summer)
In the middle of all this daily doing, hectic with activity, I long to just not "do" a thing. My time will come, I think. Playing tourist guide to a visiting relative day after day [...]
