All in a touch

Au Ras des Paquerettes

Sun, 06 May 2007 22:45:08 GMT

6 mai 2007, plutot que 7. N'en déplaise à l'horloge. Pour moi c'est encore ce soir. Et ce soir, je suis un peu triste que l'on reste au ras des paquerettes.

PS : l'amour est une montgolfière.

The Not So Pretty Princess feels pretty

Wed, 25 Apr 2007 23:08:50 GMT

Jude's Concert :

Welcome to my world
Won't you please find a seat
There is no need to worry
I'm the only one to meet
I just wanted to express myself to you
Hey undiluted and with nobody else to confuse (I'm Sorry Now)

Time rolls on
And dreams they die
And I've thrown out the pictures I had of you and I
And if you're ever wondering if love can be true
Well, think of me and remember darling like I, like I do (I do)

And I won't watch you cry
Goodbye, I'm an asshole (The Asshole Song)

I didn't get my "Not so pretty princess" song but I sorta got it in the subway on my way home. Except The story changes a bit : I felt pretty through others' eyes and words. It flattered my self-centered self.

And the not so pretty princess was the queen inside her room
And the world was in her closet while she dressed for her groom.
There were angels above her and furs on the floor.
Nobody loved her outside of the door.
And she's so pretty cause she will never be...
She's so pretty to me, to me, to me.
It doesn't matter what everybody sees. (The Not So Pretty Princess)

Someone makes me feel pretty right here, right now, somehow.Pretty and happy

Funky words

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 13:35:15 GMT

A week-end funky, funky words remaining :

"Ce n'est pas un chat noir, en fait, c'est un tigre du Bengale noir!" (Julien - Metz)
"La vie est un fleuve qui coule sur les joues" (Tunis - Dieppe)
"Tu fais des pompes toi, tu devrais, moi je fais des pompes et je cours des kilomètres. C'est bon pour tes pectoraux" (inconnu bourré - Dieppe)
"Tu sens pas le poney parce que t'as pas caressé Jean-Luc toi" (Cyril-Olivier,Dieppe)
"Jacques a dit montre ta pipe!" (Cyann - Dieppe)
"Ce sont des bourgeois!" (Sebastien - Paris 16, sitting back in his chair avec un sourire de bourgeois)

Voilou

On s'imagine et... sinon tant pis !

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 09:45:05 GMT

Je m'imagine, je crée ce qui existera
Et pense parfois que rien de tout ça ne sera.
D'autres ont besoin de projections à cent pour sûr.
Qui ne voit pas en vain, lors pourrait voir du pur.

J'ai besoin de croire sans savoir
La saveur d'un vendredi volé
D'un baiser sur mes lèvres parfumé au mois de mai.
Des hallucinations, certaines n'arriveront pas.
Mais celles que je ne sais pas
Pourquoi n'y croirais-je pas?

Unicorns

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 18:52:07 GMT

Une licorne incongrue ou non,qui passe et peut-être s'attarde un peu.
La licorne d'un jour (ou de jours) où les mots font des caprices à s'aligner sur une page, dans une bouche, dans une tête bien pleine, bizarrement faite.
Licornes puisée derrière un écran, ou licornes de rêveries et d'apaisement....

Ce sera la licorne aujourd'hui et sans doute rien d'autre.

Bises aux riders de licornes.

Das Leben der Anderen

Thu, 08 Feb 2007 09:55:24 GMT

When you go to see a movie that moves you, maybe you're only drawing some narcissistic connections with your own life or environment. Even if mainly the topic is totally different from what you live. Universality is worth praising.

What if

Thu, 08 Feb 2007 09:44:10 GMT

What if I came back once in a while...
What if I'm coming back here right now.

I still sort of miss it.

Scared Somehow

Wed, 30 Nov 2005 20:03:50 GMT

When you've lost things, you'd think you won't be afraid of losing anymore maybe because you think what you lost is bigger than what's left. When you lose more, you realize of all the things you still had, these things which have just gone away. Sounds pathetic ? Maybe not. Means there's still so much to lose. Every time. So every time, it actually means that there is still a lot left. Try and get what's left, even scared, even pathetically scared, even then. For getting and gaining is probably just as fucking scary as losing.

Wintery Stuff

Thu, 24 Nov 2005 11:59:32 GMT

Dans la ville ou dans les villes, ou ailleurs (d'ailleurs),en hiver, on fait des choses ou d'autres choses (d'ailleurs), qui souvent ne ressemblent pas à celles des autres jours; ou peut-etre y ressemblent-elles, mais sont vécues dissemblablement. J'ignore ce que j'ai voulu dire, je crois, si ce n'est que tout est ressenti. Peu importe. Voici ce que je porte.

J'ai carcassonné du plus fort que j'ai pu. J'ai carcassonné et je résonne.

Je porte aussi mes voyages TGV, manqués ou attrapés, les frissonnements et les piétinements de la queue du Bataclan un lundi soir, retrouver le chanteur d'un bar en première partie, la faiblesse de mes paupières le matin ou dans un amphi, la faiblesse de mes paupières contre laquelle je semble pouvoir si peu.

J'emporte.

Y a pas de micro dans la vie

Sat, 05 Nov 2005 23:43:51 GMT

I am enjoying my week-end very much...

She showed up with her smile and her shopping manners - comforting mine. She turned out to be one of my Starbucks buddy !

Another one reappeared in my life tonight. It did not feel like we had not seen each other for years. I like being around her. We had mussels, we walked back home, we had nice talks, we had tea.

I had a phone call from Oregon. :)

Unexpected week-end, thank you.

Slam Slam Slam

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 12:53:02 GMT

En quatre lettres,
en douze slammers,
en un lieu MIZApic,
en douze arrondissements,
Ensemble avec elle,
en spectatrice,
en milieu de semaine,
en auditrice,
en soirée,
en non-juré,
promis, craché,
en non-doyenne,
en petite première,
en bleue de l'événement,
Envivrée.
Envie d'y retourner.

Tantric Orgasm

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 16:55:32 GMT

I had a tantric orgasm yesterday, in a cozy place somewhere on la rue mouffetard. It was good !
It looked like this...

Epi-logue automnal

Thu, 20 Oct 2005 22:59:40 GMT

Après Tim Burton, après un kir, un métro.

Assis,tous, dans un meme wagon un seul. C'est ainsi sur cette ligne. Tard.
Et cela frappe et frappe contre la barre du siège. Et ça serre le coeur, le mien. Le sien aussi semblerait-il. Elle bouge avec plus de force et d'intensité que nous tous réunis. Et cette putain d'impuissance nourrie de doutes, de surprise, et de panique. Mais on fait et ensemble avec prudence et precaution et tremblements piètrement ridicules à côté des siens. C'est long. Tout tarde. Je me sens à la fois petite, molle, timide, courageuse et necessaire. La jeune italienne a mes côtés est comme un pilier pour moi.
Sur le quai, je laisse les pompiers faire leur travail et la jeune inconnue couchée en PLS, un masque à oxygène sur le bec, la tête sur le sol, posée.
J'ai oublié ma correspondance. Juste après. Alors j'ai marché : l'air frais du 8è arrondissement, entre les buidling politiques, les bureaux vides et tous allumés, frôler André Dussolier. Et me stabiliser jusqu'a Saint-Lazare. Puis retourner dans le métro. Enfin rentrer.

Cozy CoSie - Sushis, Anata and I.

Wed, 14 Sep 2005 09:19:41 GMT

Monday afternoon set my foot in Paris after a realist trip in a crowded train. The main point was Cocorosie's concert at La Cigale. It was. No concert would sound, look or taste like it. Nor will. So innovative. The place was perfect for such a concert as well. Cozy for Coco. Rosy for Coco.
I felt speechless. I feel speechless. I'm feelin speechless.

In (good) hands

Sat, 10 Sep 2005 06:21:09 GMT

Etre entre les mains de quelqu'un. Au propre comme au figuré. Emprisonné et un peu coincé. Enchaîné.
Aimé aussi; aimant, surtout; peut-être.
Toucher du bout des doigts, pourtant et regarder ses mains vides. Echapper. Aimer.Encore aimer. Avoir peur mais aimer, quand même. Et l'on ne sait jamais. Et si c'était faux ? Trembler en aimant.

To be in someone's hands. Literaly or not. Imprisoned and a little stuck. Enchained. Loved too; Loving, above all; perhaps.
Lightly touching , yet and look at your own empty hands. Escaping. Loving. Again. Being afraid but loving, anyway. And we never know. What if it were all wrong ? Trembling while loving.

Juliette and The Golden Ticket...

Wed, 20 Jul 2005 21:08:53 GMT

Yesterday night I went out for dinner.
I saw the guy from the bakery lunch place riding back home on his bike. I don't think he saw me though.
Elisa and her cousin Sandra had fixed dinner for Ida and me. We ate so much good food and drank a little wine. After dinner Elisa said that Ida and I could get a surprise for dessert. So we did. I opened the present and found a chocolate barwith a golden ticket in it.

Lucky me !

Talons aiguilles et poil aux pattes

Sun, 10 Jul 2005 20:10:36 GMT

I have no choice but to fight (for my mind).

Ready to try.

Pagayé, pagayé....

Fri, 08 Jul 2005 06:33:49 GMT

Endormie cheveux mouillés,
Bras repliés
Retrouvée fenêtre ouverte,
L'air
Par la fenêtre

Pour que l'Amour me quitte

En dormant j'ai rêvé
des milles lianes
Pagayé,
Pagayé

Pour que l'Amour me quitte

Réveillée
la lumière pâle
des murs de l'hôpital
trop aimer c'est pas normal
un coeur si mal
accroché
décroché

Pour que l'Amour me quitte
AMOUR

(Camille - Pour que l'Amour me quitte)

I believe in words

Tue, 05 Jul 2005 23:04:53 GMT

The notebook in the movie is the same as mine. As my new notebook. The one I got in Paris. The one I like so much. It's lying on my desk right now, expecting words maybe.

- What do you do when you can't sleep ?

- I stay awake.

lilyrosemary

Mon, 04 Jul 2005 13:46:31 GMT

Today it eventually feels like the journey's just begun. A journey maybe not the journey. It actually started some time ago, that journey into the translation of her short stories, but it's only now I feel it. It's going slow; the same pace as my own journey.
I'd began thousands of journeys.

*****In the Carmen of the Martyrs,
with the statues in the courtyard
whose heads and hands were taken,
in the burden of the sun;
I had come to meet you
with a question in my footsteps.
I was going up the hillside
and the journey just begun.***** (Suzanne Vega)

La touche manquante

Sat, 02 Jul 2005 15:38:30 GMT

Il me manque une touche parfois. Dans une ligne, un paragraphe, sur ma cuisse, dans une peinture, sur ma voix peut-être, dans ma cuisine, dans l'écriture, sur mon clavier, sur une fesse, une joue, dans leurs audaces et leurs retenues, dans une façon de percevoir. La touche manquante donne soif.

Fixing myself a drink...

The broadest smile

Wed, 29 Jun 2005 22:19:12 GMT

A girl gave me a broad smile today at the station. She was pretty as heaven and hell put together in a tangerine blown glass bottle. I wonder why she smiled at me. I smiled back.

Russian Doll

Mon, 27 Jun 2005 14:32:47 GMT

A week ago I went to the movie with my sister. Les Poupées Russes. I loved it.
Embedding, embedded. Truth is embedded. So is life. I like it this way. Then there is always something new to get, something which is at the same time expected and unexepected.I like it this way.
Feeling like a matriochka :)

In Paris

Sat, 25 Jun 2005 20:21:28 GMT

I am spending a few days in Paris now.
I arrived on Thursday evening and I am staying at Johanne's place for a few days.
Thursday night was sort of busy. I had dinner in a Japanese restaurant with Johanne. Then we went to a little bar down a street near Odeon. Claire met us there with one of her friend. Claire and I stayed all night and danced all night through. we both hopped on the subway at 6.a.m. The first train. I like this moment. I really liked it this time.
I spent Friday afternoon wandering in the tiny streets of Le Marais where people started to shop on sale. It was really hot. At one point, I felt weird. Felt like I needed to write. I did not even know what really. So I looked for any shop where I could find a notebook and a pen ; and found it. Found them. So I looked for a place to sit where I would not get bugged. I decided to stop around the Pompidou Center. That huge boat-looking iron structure. I stopped on the forecourt of the church. The church was in my back. People were on the stairs. There was a fountain on the square, with contemporary statues - some of them spinning around. I wrote about all these people around, about me. About nothing. I could not say about what really. I did not stop for five pages or so. When I did, I could not write anymore.
My gaze was stuck "into" others. A Mexican guy and a Bresilian guy stopped by and sat down next to me. They were talking in spanish. That's why I only got tiny bits of what they said. The Mexican guy asked me (in French) if I was writing in French. I said "no in English". He asked why. I was unable to reply anything really. so we started a little chat. Maybe he was 40 or so. It looked like he did not expect anything for me. And guess what ? I was right. On these magical moments, I give myself credit for trusting people. He just wanted to share views and talk. Maybe that was the angel I needed on my way that afternoon. I had thought too much and found out how much self-confidence I lost those last two months. I felt lousy because I realized I am not really the way I'd like myself to be - or others maybe. It gave me a smile. Short-term smile ; but still.

Leila called me in the evening, gave me more strength.

I need to figure out what I expect from myself and others.

Sorting out thoughts.

Rosette Land

Wed, 22 Jun 2005 07:35:37 GMT

I arrived in Lyon last Friday. Hot hot days. I spent three days of pure and intense relaxing at my mom's place. I remember it felt great.
I also remember that feeling great has been better and worse. How can it be that bliss is onely one of the million emotions you get just at once.
Right now I have million of embedded emotions spilling out of me.
I wonder how much is too much for me. When is it that we can't take anymore ? Is there a line ? Maybe not cause half of them are happy feelings... well just a thought I had, maybe tired of misleading myself.

Live from Lyon, Back to studio.