Monthly Archives: July 2017

I am aware of it . Spreading my awareness over the floor away from where I sit, I come across a fig, a city of flowers, each a fountain of nectar. A speckled pigeon asserts its certainty hoarsely that it … Continue reading →

Le chat Charles Baudelaire . Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux; Retiens les riffes de ta patte, Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux, Mêlés de métal et d’agate. . Die kat . Kom lê, pragtige kat, op … Continue reading →

In and out . Breathing is not something you are normally aware of. You draw in the mixture of Nitrogen, Carbon dioxide, Hydrogen and Oxygen, plus all those traces of other gases; noxious some, others harmless, and you use only … Continue reading →

Lizard script . Yesterday I saw the lizard gliding up the wall in spurts like the carriage of an old-fashioned typewriter. . This morning it left a message for me written in very fine script on the papery material of … Continue reading →

The critics can’t be silenced . There are some stones unturned in the front garden. One with a patch of lime-yellow lichen on its side has an enormous amount of information about music on its underside. . I have overturned … Continue reading →

Starting out . The young woman’s mind produced thoughts. She examined them carefully, put some aside and used some of the other. These thoughts were not completely unique, but the way in which she expressed them in words, the way … Continue reading →

Riding a mountain . The muscles in the mountain’s haunches ripple as it strides forward. Its feet clatter on the slippery plate deep down underneath. . The tides of the centuries ripple over the mountain’s flanks like fluttering birdsong. . … Continue reading →