En ce moment je fait dans la poésie
Avec un blog. "Je blog pour oublier"
I’m sitting in front of an amazing landscape in the garden of my hut in Canada.
In the Laurentides, in Mont Tremblant.
I’m writing from my I Phone, a poem I’ll send through SMS. To Whom ? read and you’ll find out. I discharge everything on this blog anyway...
These days I’m into poetry.
I have no idea why, it’s stronger than me.
Do YOU know ? I’m sure an idea might have come to your mind. Since you started to read me. According to the official figures, many of you keep coming back. So I keep on writing.
9 months already
That I’ve given birth to this UFLO : Unidentified Film and Litterary Object.
Ideas, words and objects are
Like milk : perishable. Not like poetry.
Poetry holds the infinite beauty of hidden twilight landscapes. Try to write one and you’ll see...
What do I smoke ? Nothing. « As usual » I simply breathe the air of Mont Tremblant, a big mountain near my place, the only air that made me forget the parisian one. That small village I grew up in. In the 13th district... Paris also holds a great beauty. Different from the one I’m watching now. A beauty made of stone. How can I forget you Paris ?
What was I up to ?
O yeah.. I remember it. How to write a poem ? My Dear Friends, I promise, you just need to let it go and let it come !That’s all. What do you think ? Nothing ? OK, I’ll keep on. So I was saying :Don’t do as I did. Keep the poem for yourseld after you sent it to your
beloved (or not) better half. I also post it on my blog. O,by the way, When you’ll write it, if you happen to run out of inspiration, which can definitely happen if you’ve been in a relationship for many years, well don’t worry. It’s okay !
Anyway, if you have a lack of inspiration, why not use this one. I’m okay with that ! send it to your better half.
« Weightless dance »
I haven’t found that title myself. A friend found it for me.
She advised me to have a weightless dance in Montreal.
That’s a way to describe how a Parisian fellow can adjust themself to Montreal I loved this idea ! How about you ? Anyway this the poem I wrote a minute ago a Saturday night on earth.
Readi it here :
"Un jour j'arracherais l'ancre qui tient mon navire loin des mers" Henry Michaux
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