12:34

I've always noticed that everything changes at 12:34.

It's a hinge in time. The Crux of events.

And if they don't change at 12:34,

They never, ever do. They become a rent

in the fabric of time which we must mend,

that is – if we want to see the end.

Countless mugs of steaming tea came at 12:34.

My mum's ashes went to sea precisely at 12:34.

Whenever I turn my eyes to the local clock it's 12:34.

Whenever I wonder what fate has in her stock it's 12:34.

All the numbers added together make ten.

Isn't ten a number revered by most men?

For moving nothingness resides within.

In sequence the addition of the first and the next.

These numbers, since the world began, are in the texts.

I hold 12:34 to be the key

                                              to our innermost secrets.

12:34 it was when I was as good as dead in India.

12:34 it is when I usually brush my teeth.

12:34 it was when that grim bomb exploded in Libya.

12:34 it was when Macbeth met them on the heath.

12:34 is the exact time when you said you loved me.

1234 is the number of days our love lasted.

It's too ominous a time for it not to be watched.

It might well be then that something happens to me.

Am I bored out of my wits? Am I seeing things that aren't, that were never meant to be? Am I daydreaming? Wakewalking with my eyes closed? Sleepwalking with my eyes open? Have my senses become numb? Have my sentiments died without my noticing?

I'm falling apart, my friends. Something needs be done. No wonder...it is, indeed, 12:34, sharp.

Poiesis

"There is then creative reading as well as creative writing. When the mind is braced by labor and invention, the page of whatever book we read becomes luminous with manifold allusion."

Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882)

Barcelona y la Sagrada Família

 Un petit bout de Tarragone

 Parc Güell

  

  

  Parc Güell (fin)

 Sagrada Família

Belle & Sebastian-Beautiful

She lay in bed all night watching the colours change
She lay in bed all night watching the morning change
She lay in bed all night watching the morning change into green and gold

The doctor told her years ago that she was ill
The doctor told her years ago to take a pill
The doctor told her years ago that she'd go blind if she wasn't careful

They let Lisa go blind
The world was at her feet and she was looking down
They let Lisa go blind
And everyone she knew thought she was beautiful
Only slightly mental
Beautiful, only temperamental
Beautiful, only slightly mental
Beautiful

She thought it would be fun to try photography
She thought it would be fun to try pornography
She thought it would be fun to try most anything
She was tired of sleeping

They let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind
They let Lisa go blind
She's looking like a queen
But if you knew what's going on in her life
There'd be a thousand barren mothers there to talk to her
If you knew what's going on in her life
There'd be two hundred troubled teenagers to sit with her
And talk to her
If you knew what's going on in her life
What's going on in her life
There would be a documentary on Radio 4

She made herself a pair of orthopaedic shoes
She thought it was the answer to the fashion blues
She thought it was the answer to the fashion blues
But she walked with a limp.

La part des choses

La part des choses

est faite

                                                                Et l'on vivote

au détour d'une lettre

défaite,

                                                                au fond d'une grotte

un bout de prose

posée sur l'entête

                                                                sans espoir

d'une nappe morose

un soir de fête

                                                                dans le noir

sans cause

et désuète.

                                                                sans bruit

La glose imparfaite

en attente de métamorphose

                                                                dans le fond de la nuit

voit les nuits inquiètes

et grandioses

                                                                sans un souffle.

s'éteindre dans un souffle.

Sheer luck

"English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment, and education - sometimes it's sheer luck, like getting across the street."

E.B. White, writer (1899-1985)

Spectrum of possibilities

"Our chief want in life is somebody who shall make us do what we can."

Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882)

Nuage vide

Ce qui arracha Edmond à sa rêverie

ce fut l'impression d'avoir vécu sa vie

comme un long voyage à bord d'un nuage vide.

Jamais il n'avait ressenti ce gouffre en son torse

et en son bas-ventre avec une telle force

que lorsqu'il fut bercé par ce ciel limpide.

Cette impression lui resta engluée à la peau derrière les oreilles tout le jour durant, si bien qu'il ne put se concentrer correctement pour coller ses timbres bien proprement dans le cadre prévu à ce effet.

Idée pernicieuse accouchée quarante-sept ans plus tard –

Long périple, solidement nichée au creux d'une feuille,

à la fin duquel il prit un éclat de soleil dans l'oeil.

L'Edmond sur le papier n'était plus l'Edmond dans le miroir.

Alors il partit loin dans le désert du Taklamakan

Il chercherait jusqu'à ce qu'il trouve, nul ne savait quand.

Son expédition dura une éternité – non parce qu'il ne s'était pas trouvé – ceci fut tôt réglé dans un trou de glace où il prit son bain – mais parce qu'il n'avait plus rien à lui, là-bas où le temps efface, où il s'était perdu, sans presque aucune trace.

 

Cascadeur - Meaning (choral version)

Human Nature

"Society is like a lawn, where every roughness is smoothed, every bramble eradicated, and where the eye is delighted by the smiling verdure of a velvet surface; he, however, who would study nature in its wildness and variety, must plunge into the forest, must explore the glen, must stem the torrent, and dare the precipice."

Washington Irving, writer (1783-1859)