photo: Christchurch, Avon river
shimmering like gold
at the bottom of the river
a beer bottle cap
#4260 haiku
photo: Christchurch, rivière Avon, tout ce qui brille n’est pas or
scintillant comme de l’or
Tout au fond de la rivière.
un bouchon de bière
#4259 poetry
photo: Tenby, North Beach, the bond with nature is very strong, whether ones wants it or not.
excerpt from a poem published in Moebius magazine no. 39 in 1989
The fracture of the earth that looks at me with all its eyes, that lingers in dying, heightens my sense of defeat and the evening’s distress. Keep going straight and you will reach where my icy rigor proves nothing, where your lips set in boredom are already paling, where your barbaric eye is fading.
You tremble strangely at the threshold of my disarray, which suddenly reintegrates into the course of history.
#4259 poesie
photo: Tenby, North beach, le lien avec les forces de la nature est très fort, qu’on le veuille ou non
extrait d’un poème publié dans la revue Moebius no 39 en 1989
La brisure de la terre qui me regarde de tous ses yeux, qui s’attarde à mourir, avive mon sentiment de défaite et la détresse du soir. Continue tout droit et tu arriveras là où ma rigueur glacée ne prouve rien, où tes lèvres serties dans l’ennui pâlissent déjà, où ton œil barbare s’éteint.
Tu trembles étrangement au seuil de mon désarroi qui réintègre subitement le cours de l’histoire.
#4258 poetry
photo: Tenby. There are many ways to pass time. Some are easily explained, others, not so easily.
and we would be asked
« but what did you do?
yesterday, the day before yesterday? »
and we knew that the day had been full
since the morning
we remembered our steps in the drizzle
the light making its way
through the clouds we hadn’t
even noticed the time passing
we could swear to it
what we had done
we didn’t know how
to say it but what we were
that we knew