A great writer ....
May 24, 1911 (in Prague). horror of the crowd. For 1 hour 1 / 2 on the boat, choking in the middle of a crowd of women like a big park round pigs, that growl, eat, drink, turbulent, waving tail and do their excrement. To love humanity, it must be seen from afar. Poor people! Question whether the true civilization does not depend on a ruthless suppression of the lower classes. Horror of their rampage.
Paul Claudel, Journal (Volume 1, Bibliotheque de la Pleiade, Gallimard)
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Saturday, March 5, 2011
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was just a single.
Before going to bed, get rid of something that irritates me. After the triple murder of Rivesaltes, heard on radio that one of the victims was a retiree taking rest on a bench and two other municipal employees and single. Duh, it's already less serious! What are these remarks at the con? Other times, it means: "The deceased leaves a widow and two young orphans."
And it changes anything? The lives of singles (and retirees) Has less value than that of married fathers and mothers? The scandal is it less if a large tared kill men without offspring? We knew that the worst mistake was to get a policeman. Now we can Assuming that the life of a bachelor of less value than a father. Deeply
we published a comprehensive classification indicating an ascending or descending into the horror of murder. Psychopaths can thus be calculated in advance the trouble they could based on their victim and determine if the game is worth it or not. That says a lot about the state of degeneration of our society and its moral values.
Another thing to complete the package: I hate crafts. I'll explain why another time. Allez hop! to bed now: tomorrow morning I'm a massacre of daffodils. This is serious, here, you think?
Before going to bed, get rid of something that irritates me. After the triple murder of Rivesaltes, heard on radio that one of the victims was a retiree taking rest on a bench and two other municipal employees and single. Duh, it's already less serious! What are these remarks at the con? Other times, it means: "The deceased leaves a widow and two young orphans."
And it changes anything? The lives of singles (and retirees) Has less value than that of married fathers and mothers? The scandal is it less if a large tared kill men without offspring? We knew that the worst mistake was to get a policeman. Now we can Assuming that the life of a bachelor of less value than a father. Deeply
we published a comprehensive classification indicating an ascending or descending into the horror of murder. Psychopaths can thus be calculated in advance the trouble they could based on their victim and determine if the game is worth it or not. That says a lot about the state of degeneration of our society and its moral values.
Another thing to complete the package: I hate crafts. I'll explain why another time. Allez hop! to bed now: tomorrow morning I'm a massacre of daffodils. This is serious, here, you think?
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And a little music, anyone? (6)
James Bowman "Ombra mai fu", Handel's Xerxes.
James Bowman "Ombra mai fu", Handel's Xerxes.
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Momentini
-Heard on the radio yesterday Annie Ernaux talk about his new (small, as usual, and whose title escapes me) book on the sister died before his birth and it took "replace". Few words but true, no pathos or exhibitionism, deep emotions in a gentle voice say, nothing spectacular or protest, to deal with his lifestyle. The opposite of Christine Angot, whose only purpose m'insupporte.
- The other night, the Chinese in front of me passed the brushes in his kitchen window. A gas boiler on the wall white cream. It applies, gives a first shot back, again, heedless of who can see it. I do not know why, I began to smile.
- The bouquet of daffodils picked by Jean-Claude fades gradually. Few survivors in a smaller vase. Corollas yellow on green background of my desktop. Maybe tomorrow morning we will go into the woods in search of a new load.
- I hesitate now when I do not know, ask for cooking advice to women on the shelves of Casino. I was always answers, and politely. Many add their own stuff to make it better. People are not indifferent, it's easy to talk to is missing. I try to acquire it.
- Received, finally, the validation of three years of work that the pension fund did not seem to take into account. This halves the time I have left to work.
- A knife sharpener is spent in my building this week. I thought this job was no more. When I was a kid, there was one who came regularly, once or twice a year, with his small trailer pulled by hand, its guns and its wheel. I was a little scared but it remains below the collector of rabbit skins (in Saint-Etienne, we said the "pater" as the Latin word) which promised to be shouting the same words on the road. The latter, I always associated the butchering I saw how my father being killed when a (lapin!). I was never there when this happened.
- Preparing meals tonight. This will be rabbit with mustard (purchased skinned, naturally) and baking potatoes. A first between the creature and me. She has an interest to behave! I still have not managed to cut it cuts right through his hands. A first too!
-Heard on the radio yesterday Annie Ernaux talk about his new (small, as usual, and whose title escapes me) book on the sister died before his birth and it took "replace". Few words but true, no pathos or exhibitionism, deep emotions in a gentle voice say, nothing spectacular or protest, to deal with his lifestyle. The opposite of Christine Angot, whose only purpose m'insupporte.
- The other night, the Chinese in front of me passed the brushes in his kitchen window. A gas boiler on the wall white cream. It applies, gives a first shot back, again, heedless of who can see it. I do not know why, I began to smile.
- The bouquet of daffodils picked by Jean-Claude fades gradually. Few survivors in a smaller vase. Corollas yellow on green background of my desktop. Maybe tomorrow morning we will go into the woods in search of a new load.
- I hesitate now when I do not know, ask for cooking advice to women on the shelves of Casino. I was always answers, and politely. Many add their own stuff to make it better. People are not indifferent, it's easy to talk to is missing. I try to acquire it.
- Received, finally, the validation of three years of work that the pension fund did not seem to take into account. This halves the time I have left to work.
- A knife sharpener is spent in my building this week. I thought this job was no more. When I was a kid, there was one who came regularly, once or twice a year, with his small trailer pulled by hand, its guns and its wheel. I was a little scared but it remains below the collector of rabbit skins (in Saint-Etienne, we said the "pater" as the Latin word) which promised to be shouting the same words on the road. The latter, I always associated the butchering I saw how my father being killed when a (lapin!). I was never there when this happened.
- Preparing meals tonight. This will be rabbit with mustard (purchased skinned, naturally) and baking potatoes. A first between the creature and me. She has an interest to behave! I still have not managed to cut it cuts right through his hands. A first too!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
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From a small book in original format (yes, one, I never got rid!) found on my shelves and entitled Almanac of nameless men (Michel Clévenot and Horst Widmann, The Letter, L'Harmattan, 1977):
March 1750.
A Mrs. paris woman aged fifty years, daughter of a professor in Paris, which was fucking pimp in his youth and then, like many others, has refined this art. She rented a large house on Rue de Bagneux, Faubourg Saint-Germain, where she has twelve girls from sixteen to twenty years, most of which are pretty, fun to receive and honest people.
This is all the more remarkable that there is a porter, a cook, four maids for girls (One thinks of Muni, in Belle de jour. personal reflection.) teacher to write, dance and music, to give them an education and a surgeon assigned to visit them every two days.
are given twelve books for fun during the day with one of the girls, and twenty-four, by man's head, to dinner. (It gives twelve floors cord of England to those who fear harm.)
The priest of St. Sulpice, informed of the retreat of fun in his parish, has brought his complaints to Berryer, lieutenant general of police , who replied that there with no noise or disturbance in this house, there was not to find fault, that he had to talk to the Comte d'Argenson, secretary of state in Paris. The vicar of Saint Sulpice has spoken to the archbishop who wanted to complain about such a scandal in Paris. It is said that the Comte d'Argenson told him he was not well informed, nothing was more tidy than this house, there was no noise: "This is going to so, my lord, "he said, that you and I could go."
A cord of England. We could talk at that time, gentlemen!
From a small book in original format (yes, one, I never got rid!) found on my shelves and entitled Almanac of nameless men (Michel Clévenot and Horst Widmann, The Letter, L'Harmattan, 1977):
March 1750.
A Mrs. paris woman aged fifty years, daughter of a professor in Paris, which was fucking pimp in his youth and then, like many others, has refined this art. She rented a large house on Rue de Bagneux, Faubourg Saint-Germain, where she has twelve girls from sixteen to twenty years, most of which are pretty, fun to receive and honest people.
This is all the more remarkable that there is a porter, a cook, four maids for girls (One thinks of Muni, in Belle de jour. personal reflection.) teacher to write, dance and music, to give them an education and a surgeon assigned to visit them every two days.
are given twelve books for fun during the day with one of the girls, and twenty-four, by man's head, to dinner. (It gives twelve floors cord of England to those who fear harm.)
The priest of St. Sulpice, informed of the retreat of fun in his parish, has brought his complaints to Berryer, lieutenant general of police , who replied that there with no noise or disturbance in this house, there was not to find fault, that he had to talk to the Comte d'Argenson, secretary of state in Paris. The vicar of Saint Sulpice has spoken to the archbishop who wanted to complain about such a scandal in Paris. It is said that the Comte d'Argenson told him he was not well informed, nothing was more tidy than this house, there was no noise: "This is going to so, my lord, "he said, that you and I could go."
A cord of England. We could talk at that time, gentlemen!
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How small ewer? A March 3
Speaking of Celine Sollers Great bookstore, it's really too much for me and for Sellers and Celine! Even during the holidays! I can hardly stand the conceit of the first and the style of the other. Never could get used to it!
past two days, incessant return to a consignment shop to get rid of some furniture and items that I no longer wanted. No regrets, even for a small library available to me by my grandmother for my eighteen years. The apartment and begins to breathe slowly, I myself breathing a different air. Less congested parts, development of things I like and soon we will almost organize competitions for roller skates. I even see the bottom of my white shelves, is to say! On the second trip, I saw him leaving the objects to be redeemed me by strangers who they liked, a small pottery ewer decorated with antique junk and bought almost as long ago in Sicily. All the better if they can win again. To me, they represented nothing. The sun was there, and that's what mattered.
I noticed today when I paid more attention, that the plates on the mailbox and the front door still bore the name of Peter. Seeing reappear, then they me invisible for more than five years, I decided to change them. There appear more than my name, which in accordance with my present life and reality. Again, no hesitation.
I also, this afternoon, threw many courses and documentation that I have more utility, which still careful not to always give my fever attiléenne. I already made blunders by acting too quickly. I have traveled very little that I threw. Enough to see the monstrous amount of work j'abattais few years ago, find crazes educational or mythological, at a time when I was immersed in it. Glimpsed a fragment of a diary written in 75 out of a large notebook found in Uzès, at the foot of the ducal palace. I did not read before the break. All this no longer interests me. As for teaching, I prefer to live the last three years of teaching instinct. Besides, who will verify. And I still have a little bottle ...
Speaking of Celine Sollers Great bookstore, it's really too much for me and for Sellers and Celine! Even during the holidays! I can hardly stand the conceit of the first and the style of the other. Never could get used to it!
past two days, incessant return to a consignment shop to get rid of some furniture and items that I no longer wanted. No regrets, even for a small library available to me by my grandmother for my eighteen years. The apartment and begins to breathe slowly, I myself breathing a different air. Less congested parts, development of things I like and soon we will almost organize competitions for roller skates. I even see the bottom of my white shelves, is to say! On the second trip, I saw him leaving the objects to be redeemed me by strangers who they liked, a small pottery ewer decorated with antique junk and bought almost as long ago in Sicily. All the better if they can win again. To me, they represented nothing. The sun was there, and that's what mattered.
I noticed today when I paid more attention, that the plates on the mailbox and the front door still bore the name of Peter. Seeing reappear, then they me invisible for more than five years, I decided to change them. There appear more than my name, which in accordance with my present life and reality. Again, no hesitation.
I also, this afternoon, threw many courses and documentation that I have more utility, which still careful not to always give my fever attiléenne. I already made blunders by acting too quickly. I have traveled very little that I threw. Enough to see the monstrous amount of work j'abattais few years ago, find crazes educational or mythological, at a time when I was immersed in it. Glimpsed a fragment of a diary written in 75 out of a large notebook found in Uzès, at the foot of the ducal palace. I did not read before the break. All this no longer interests me. As for teaching, I prefer to live the last three years of teaching instinct. Besides, who will verify. And I still have a little bottle ...
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Esclopeando: All in the Jurançon shoes!
Travelling Exhibition Natacha Sansoz
> Collective AIAA
From March 19 to April 17 at The Commandery
Lacommande
(free admission)
Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday from 14h to 18h
For those who ever heard of my diversions of shoes and other objects and traditional dress, exposed to the Abbey of Arthous in the Landes region in May and Tenerife in the Canary Islands in October, be aware that the exhibition comes to exposing himself mid-March to mid-April to Lacommanderie, near Pau.
After two residences research, experiments and creation, with dancer and video artist Juan Karen Patrice Rullier, we worked to create a new sound and video installation.
Karen Juan prepares for the opening performance entitled: Finding Does it beautiful to her foot?
"In his exhibition, entitled Esclopeando Natasha Sansoz, Observer
habits and customs traditions manhandles
with irony, humor and utopia.
These diversions or" sabotage Visual Arts "questioning identities and bring a questioning our post-industrial societies, through objects and
outfits. "
Artistic collaboration: Pantxo Desbordes
Cast: Karen Juan
Video: Patrice Rullier
Technical Support: Vincent Lahens
Graphics: Yann Surel
Opening Friday, March 18, 18:30
places are limited. I t is prudent to confirm your attendance.
Book:
contact@vins-jurancon.fr
05 59 82 70 30
Travelling Exhibition Natacha Sansoz
> Collective AIAA
From March 19 to April 17 at The Commandery
Lacommande
(free admission)
Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday from 14h to 18h
For those who ever heard of my diversions of shoes and other objects and traditional dress, exposed to the Abbey of Arthous in the Landes region in May and Tenerife in the Canary Islands in October, be aware that the exhibition comes to exposing himself mid-March to mid-April to Lacommanderie, near Pau.
After two residences research, experiments and creation, with dancer and video artist Juan Karen Patrice Rullier, we worked to create a new sound and video installation.
Karen Juan prepares for the opening performance entitled: Finding Does it beautiful to her foot?
"In his exhibition, entitled Esclopeando Natasha Sansoz, Observer
habits and customs traditions manhandles
with irony, humor and utopia.
These diversions or" sabotage Visual Arts "questioning identities and bring a questioning our post-industrial societies, through objects and
outfits. "
Artistic collaboration: Pantxo Desbordes
Cast: Karen Juan
Video: Patrice Rullier
Technical Support: Vincent Lahens
Graphics: Yann Surel
Opening Friday, March 18, 18:30
places are limited.
Book:
contact@vins-jurancon.fr
05 59 82 70 30
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
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and not others
There are people that we love for lots of good reasons: because they are beautiful because they have charm, because their conversation is interesting, because they are grown, because they make good love, because their voice makes you vibrate, because for their smile, damn you, because they take you to the restaurant or the opera and are attentive to what you say, for their fragrance, the color of their car, their eyes when you drown, crease their shoulder or their hand on your belly at night, their breath when they are lying, asleep, with you, their laughter or sudden melancholy.
The mystery is when you look like a man without reason, when the evidence is there, without explanation, as unstoppable as the sunrise on a summer morning. It is well with him. We do not need to know the reason. It is there and that is enough. It is not there and you're missing. You know his qualities, you would find fault, it infuriates you, you may want him to be what it is. But is he, as he is, that you love. Integer.
There are people that we love for lots of good reasons: because they are beautiful because they have charm, because their conversation is interesting, because they are grown, because they make good love, because their voice makes you vibrate, because for their smile, damn you, because they take you to the restaurant or the opera and are attentive to what you say, for their fragrance, the color of their car, their eyes when you drown, crease their shoulder or their hand on your belly at night, their breath when they are lying, asleep, with you, their laughter or sudden melancholy.
The mystery is when you look like a man without reason, when the evidence is there, without explanation, as unstoppable as the sunrise on a summer morning. It is well with him. We do not need to know the reason. It is there and that is enough. It is not there and you're missing. You know his qualities, you would find fault, it infuriates you, you may want him to be what it is. But is he, as he is, that you love. Integer.
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Finally, working improvisation best is to play, play, play ... And it's even better to the public.
TOC has rubbed so publicly Roquefortois almost every night this week at home ... And every night a different show ...
"There's a poetry to the language as there is one for the senses"
The trio
T.Ô.C. met an actor, a bassist and a plastic surgeon, he is performing mixing poetry with musical improvisation and creative plastic instantly. The voice is used both as a vehicle for its meaning, the texts are spoken or read or sung, picks Random or not (Cendrars, Breton, Lucas Volut, Monk, Peret, Richter), but also improvised slams. The vocal range of all sound ranges from pure acoustic to the meeting and the treatment of three signals.
Marc Sologub: Theo Girard
voice: bass
Peter Constantine drawings
Damien Dulau: PA
Finally, working improvisation best is to play, play, play ... And it's even better to the public.
TOC has rubbed so publicly Roquefortois almost every night this week at home ... And every night a different show ...
"There's a poetry to the language as there is one for the senses"
The trio
T.Ô.C. met an actor, a bassist and a plastic surgeon, he is performing mixing poetry with musical improvisation and creative plastic instantly. The voice is used both as a vehicle for its meaning, the texts are spoken or read or sung, picks Random or not (Cendrars, Breton, Lucas Volut, Monk, Peret, Richter), but also improvised slams. The vocal range of all sound ranges from pure acoustic to the meeting and the treatment of three signals.
Marc Sologub: Theo Girard
voice: bass
Peter Constantine drawings
Damien Dulau: PA
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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Tonight, I drank white wine. I'm not sleepy. At the restaurant, with Marie-Claire, we chatted at length, like all times, rare, that we see ourselves. I waited in his office that she had finished her last consultation and we went Dining near Place Lyautey. A restaurant that looks a bit like the Brasserie Brotteaux where we had dinner a few months ago.
She returned from a trip to Turkey, Patmos and Ephesus on the steps of St. John, who was much marked. But what touched me the most is what she told me about his desire to write, which was new to her long mutilated that side. After being ejected from the center dirty school where I work, she trained as a psycho and has now calmed down on this painful past. See her go on this journey in words enchants.
Evening sweet Soothing with a woman who does not judge anything or anyone and knows how to listen and take a step back when necessary. We have three months apart, almost twins, and follow parallel paths and different time. On sunny days, I'll see her in her beautiful home of the Isere, where I took Kicou shortly before his death. With Marie-Claire that we shared the last moments of life of our friend in hospital Charpennes, when he was admitted to a palliative care service. I had called and we all went to visit him in his room in semi-darkness. On leaving, we both understood that we had say goodbye. She died two days later.
Marie Claire had written this farewell to George, the husband Kicou. She had then read large portions of the letter and had she found the words that I, I never could draw.
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Dinner And a little music, anyone? (5) Belle de jour
The same song, the same large by another great!
Rene Jacob and La Petite Bande, Gustav Leonhardt. Mass in B Minor by Bach, Agnus Dei.
The same song, the same large by another great!
Rene Jacob and La Petite Bande, Gustav Leonhardt. Mass in B Minor by Bach, Agnus Dei.
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