Monday, January 21, 2008

confessions of a chinese dinner.


i would not have written this if i hadn’t found the texts of Françoise Azaïs de Vergeron, the music of Heloïse and Mathieuh and whatever it is in the universe that gives me the sense to love. thank you to all. the texts are copyrighted. leave me a message if you want translations or if you want to know about Françoise, a nun from France, who wrote these poems.


Le Mendiant d’infini - Poèmes extraits des carnets d’une moniale.

“Mon désir
Te cherche

Mais c’est Toi
qui me trouves.”

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“Je l’ai trouvé
Celui
qui me cherchait.”

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“Amandier rose
au printemps
où chaque fleur
cotoie un fruit
de l’an dernier.

Si ton présent
embrasse
le passé
l’amertume
en sera otée.”

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Does who you love change how you love?
if you are near, i want you to know, i love you. and if you are far away, my love for you brings you near.

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Saturday, January 12, 2008

hangover

the island of Murano, off the coast of Venice, is renowned around the world for its exquisite glass works and the glass blowing industry. suffice to say that this very small island has one main pre-occupation. geographically, though, it is nobody’s pre-occupation, except for tourists who read nothing but tourist books and brochures. so its economy depends mainly on these people who can go to any lengths to get the perfect photograph and don’t remember the name of the bridge when they get home. but, we all have our indulgences, so we will make our peace with that.

coming back to point in question, so, when you walk into a delicate store, thousands of miles from the world you know, with hundreds of small breakable pieces of glass in every size, shape and colour and fantasy imaginable, you don’t really expect to see a huge photograph, framed in a glass frame (of course!) of the owner of the store standing with Hugh Grant, her smile shining brighter than all the glass behind her!

Moral of the story:

Q- How do people of a small island that is almost lost in the middle-of-nowhere survive or earn their livelihoods?
A- with grants that are hughs!

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Graffiti

“i was here.
she was here.
we were here.”

“i love you.
you love me.
fuck you
fuck me.”

“keep the faith.
god will heal.
elvis forever
die bush.”

“bruna e luki.
jimmy et ceci
emma and karles
gina and tony”

are you afraid
of leaving the world
without leaving
your mark?

are you afraid
that we will forget you?

“yes.”

we will remember you.
but who will remember us?

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Saturday, January 5, 2008

it is time

it’s time
to come away
darling.
it’s time
to relate
the tall tales of history.
it’s time to
reflect.
it’s time
to give away the photographs
so that
when
it’s time
to burn,
something might be saved.
it’s time.
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