After the breeze…willow seeds in the air, willow seeds on the garden. Tuesday, May 24 2011 

Particles falling from the willow tree

after the quarrel of two magpies

in their nest on the highest branch ,

are caught by spider webs in the sunlight .

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Response to someone writing about someone who might be me … Friday, May 20 2011 

Few words more about my self ( understanding very well in herself the nature of  an anguis fragilis having a nap under a bucket, suddenly exposed to the sun!) :

…not to mention her dyslexic outbursts of creativity,

and her notable temerarious shyness!…

Whistles a singsong never heard before,

and never repeated (maybe beside from few birds who liked those tunes!)

watching the quiet clouds of the morning,

announcing a later storm and revolution.

Antiphon might have agreed with me that humanity benefits from introspective redemption through the skills of conversation.

After the rain…the smell of cut grass in the sun Wednesday, May 4 2011 

After the precise moves of the scythe

have cut through the grass,

the air is filled with the multiple fragrances of herbs.

Lilac in the air, potatoes in the ground Wednesday, Apr 13 2011 

The lilac is in bloom,

time to plant little purple potatoes,

for a violet dinner, once!

In memory of Juliano Mer-Khamis Wednesday, Apr 13 2011 

At the start of spring, Juliano has been killed. He tried with courage to oppose art to the absurdity of a conflict in a region who would need peace and social justice to cure the wounds created by limited minds.

They think, they killed his spirit. How wrong can they be. Love can not be stopped on his way overcoming violence. It is the more deeper process and will succeed naturally, after all.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juliano_Mer-Khamis

Mistrusted metamorphose of bulbs Tuesday, Apr 12 2011 

Is it a hazard or not,

that many of those flowers who surprise us at spring,

are too often not those we thought we had planted at harvest?

Poems are like climbing beans Tuesday, Mar 29 2011 

(dedie aux longues perches de jardin!)
I am putting few words on a bit of  cotton ,

give them water , and watch them unfold!
Poems grows well in the right light!

Stop to bow to lobbyists explaining your life Tuesday, Mar 15 2011 

They say, they did not see it coming,

They will say its nobody s fault,

They say a lot of meaningless lies,

They don’t talk to their own souls.

The blood of culture is revolt! Monday, Feb 7 2011 

Even if culture has been kidnapped as faire valoir by a boring and bored bourgoisie, it was each time the sparkle of a new thinking, a new feeling a revolt against the mainstream mind.

I hear the wind of revolt in Mahler, Beethoven,  Schubert. I read it in the antic Greek philosophy, in medieval poetry. I see it in the impressionist, in the first hand spit on a wall, in each expression of human creativity who was a risk at his time and not a flattery of the wealthy.

Use culture shamelessly for your inner strength, listen to his hidden neglected power. Don’t stop at the surface concept using it for class division.

Lets us re-appropriate this wild deep spirit in it back! It is our all hard gain heritage who might help us to survive the driven short thought determinist.

They don’t fear anything more than creative sparkles of intelligence trespassing there own mind limitations. And nothing protects one more than the wisdom to know to be in a long lineage of courageous human.

Culture is a superbly dangerous revolutionary tool!

It s spring…time for revolution! Monday, Feb 7 2011 

Spring wakes up strong,

bursting green and blue,

joyful birds, folks in love,

on the street is revolution,

juicy renaissance overcomes each winter !

 

 

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