Les Laurier sont coupes

by sunil on February 25, 2017

Un soir de soleil couchant, d’air lointain, de cieux profonds ; et des foules qui confuses vont ; des bruits, des ombres, des multitudes ; des espaces infiniment en l’oubli d’heures étendus ; un vague soir…

Car sous le chaos des apparences, parmi les durées et les sites, dans l’illusoire des choses qui s’engendrent et qui s’enfantent, et en la source éternelle des causes, un avec les autres, un comme avec les autres, distinct des autres, semblable aux autres, apparaissant un le même et un de plus, un de tous donc surgissant, et entrant à ce qui est, et de l’infini des possibles existences, je surgis ; et voici que pointe le temps et que pointe le lieu ; c’est l’aujourd’hui ; c’est l’ici ; l’heure qui sonne ; et au long de moi, la vie ; je me lève le triste amoureux du mystère génital ; en moi s’oppose à moi l’advenant de frêle corps et de fuyante pensée ; et me naît le toujours vécu rêve de l’épars en visions multiples et désespéré désir… Voici l’heure, le lieu, un soir d’avril, Paris, un soir clair de soleil couchant, les monotones bruits, les maisons blanches, les feuillages d’ombres ; le soir plus doux, et une joie d’être quelqu’un, d’aller ; les rues et les multitudes, et dans l’air très lointainement étendu, le ciel ; Paris à l’entour chante, et, dans la brume des formes aperçues, mollement il encadre l’idée ; soir d’aujourd’hui, oh soir d’ici ; là je suis.
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Evening light of sunset, air far away, deep skies; a ferment of crowds, noises, shadows; spaces stretched out endlessly; a listless evening.And, from the chaos of appearance, in this time of all times, this place of places, amid the illusions of things self-begotten and self-conceived, one among others, one like the others yet distinct from them, the same and yet one more, from the infinity of possible lives, I arise.

So time and place come to a point; it is the now and here, this hour that is striking, and all around me life; the time and place, an April evening, Paris; an evening of bright sunset, a monotone of sound, white houses, foliage of shadows; a soft evening growing softer, and the joy of being oneself, of going one’s way; streets, crowds and, in air far aloft, outstretched, the sky; Paris is singing all around me, and languorously composes in the mist of ended shapes a setting for my thought.

~ Edouard Dujardin, Les lauriers sont coupes 

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With That Moon Language 

by sunil on February 17, 2017

Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them,

“Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud;

Otherwise,

Someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,

This great pull in us

To connect.
Why not become the one

Who lives with a full moon in each eye

That is always saying,
With that sweet moon

Language,
What every other eye in this world

Is dying to

Hear.

~ Hafiz, The Gift

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Sound and Vision

December 25, 2016

“Sound And Vision” Don’t you wonder sometimes ‘Bout sound and vision Blue, blue, electric blue That’s the colour of my room Where I will live Blue, blue Pale blinds drawn all day Nothing to do, nothing to say Blue, blue I will sit right down, Waiting for the gift of sound and vision And I […]

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Hadrian’s Poem:

December 11, 2016

 “Little soul, little wanderer, little charmer, Body’s guest and companion, To what places will you set out now? “To darkling, cold and gloomy ones – And you won’t be making your usual jokes” ~ Emperor Hadrian’s poem ( addressed to his soul) composed on his deathbed ( given it’s Hadrian, may have been dictated ?) 

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Bob Dylan Nobel Speech

December 11, 2016

Good evening, everyone. I extend my warmest greetings to the members of the Swedish Academy and to all of the other distinguished guests in attendance tonight.I’m sorry I can’t be with you in person, but please know that I am most definitely with you in spirit and honored to be receiving such a prestigious prize. […]

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The Tragedy of Leaves

October 2, 2016

I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead, the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled corpses surrounded me with their uselessness; the sun was still good, though, and my landlady’s note cracked in fine and undemanding yellowness; what was needed now was a good comedian, […]

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August 30, 2016

…I fell back on one of the core principles of my day job as an epidemiologist, the principle of random selection. This holds that if you can’t study everyone, the best way to get a picture of what’s going on in a large population is to draw a sample at random. Rather than planning where […]

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Hallelujah 

August 27, 2016

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chordThat David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don’t really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proof […]

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Anatomy of a Problem? 

August 26, 2016

We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the distance between us and the object of desire that fills the space in between with the […]

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Naipaul on collaging a country from conversations:

August 21, 2016

It may be asked if different people and different stories in any section of the book would have created or suggested another kind of country. I think not: the train has many coaches, and different class, but it passes through the same landscape. People are responding to the same political or social and cultural pressures. […]

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On Lost:

August 20, 2016

Lost really has two disparate meanings. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing. There are objects and people that disappear from your sight or knowledge or possession; you lose a bracelet, a friend, the key. You still know where you are. Everything is familiar except that there […]

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Naipaul in Indonesia 

August 16, 2016

One little brood was at the foot of a rambutan tree, on the morning Prasojo and I walked through. An old man was up in the tree, using a bamboo rod to pick clusters of the spiky red fruit. Prasojo and I stopped to watch. The man’s son saw us. He saw we were strangers; […]

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Getting Lost:

August 16, 2016

Edgar Allan Poe declared, “All experience, in matters of philosophical discovery, teaches us that, in such discovery, it is the unforeseen upon which we must calculate most largely.” Poe is consciously juxtaposing the word “calculate,” which implies a cold counting up of the facts or measurements, with “the unforeseen,” that which cannot be measured or […]

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A Most Wanted Man…

July 4, 2016

Can I go now? Go where? Go where? Back to your self-righteous friends at Sanctuary North? But no one’s going to saw off their heads, are they? Nobody’s going to blow up their kids because you’re on a beach in Bali or riding a train to school in Madrid or London. How fucking dare you? […]

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Ecclesiastes 9:11, 9: 12

May 31, 2016

    I again saw under the sun that the race is not to the swift and the battle is not to the warriors, and neither is bread to the wise nor wealth to the discerning nor favor to men of ability; for time and chance overtake them all.  Moreover, man does not know his time: like fish caught in a […]

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There There

May 18, 2016

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscapeBroken branches trip me as I speak Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there There’s always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don’t reach out, don’t reach out [x2]) Stay away from these rocks we’d be […]

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The Uzupis Constitution 

May 16, 2016

Everyone has the right to live by the River Vilnelė, and the River Vilnelė has the right to flow by everyone. Everyone has the right to hot water, heating in winter and a tiled roof. Everyone has the right to die, but this is not an obligation. Everyone has the right to make mistakes. Everyone […]

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Places and Looking

May 16, 2016

“Just at the nonliterary level it’s such a fantastic planet, and, as Annie Dillard says somewhere, since we’re here we might as well have a look around. And if you’re having a look around, you tell people about places where you’ve done the looking.”  ~ Geoff Dyer The Paris Review , The Art of Non […]

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How to disappear completely

May 10, 2016

That there, that’s not me I go where I please I walk through walls I float down the Liffey I’m not here This isn’t happening I’m not here, I’m not here In a little while I’ll be gone The moment’s already passed Yeah, it’s gone I’m not here This isn’t happening I’m not here, I’m […]

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One Art

April 3, 2016

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and […]

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