que je ne suis plus
(peut-être même pas)
un sujet de conversation.
A qui dire merci ?
You visit me at night, mostly, a shadow, the past. Another life, maybe. I wake up panting. What for ?
But cabbage trees surely have a soul
Tu me visites la nuit, surtout,
une ombre, le passé, une autre
vie, peut-être. Je m’éveille,
le souffle court. A quoi
cela sert-il? Les palmiers ont sûrement une âme
By pure chance, this morning, I came across an article in Newsroom (NZ) entitled: « Wanted: a politician withe the guts to halt a cultural scandal ». In this article we are told that after got rid of 60,000 books already, they will be sending 70,000 more books on October 12 to the Lions club (I would love to live in Wellington at the moment). We do something similar here at the Nelson library. Near the exit, there is always a bin containing old books that the library is happy to get rid of. The catch with the National library’s decision is that the Lions Club bin contains books by Marx, Mao, Shakespeare, Cervantes, Primo Levi, Virginia Woolf, etc. In fact, the National library intends to get rid of 625,000 books. Oh no ! wait! they are not going to get rid of the books, they are going to « rehome » them (silly me).