Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul. - Joyce Carol Oates

For a friend gone too soon

Within the depth of the night
Your spirit in limbos
Your heart, so big and kind,
Decided to let go.

Suddenly Rest in Peace
Feels awkwardly ironic.

And for we who remain
I wonder if the peace
As we fall into the void
Will ever fill the abyss.


Hidden behind my lens
Setting focus on your

When today you look back
I drown in deep waters

The armor is shattered
Suddenly I am seen

Catching up on

The Mystery of the Fallen Tree

Across the path
A fallen tree
Or is it a branch

Looking up around
Stride to a halt
Where from I ask

No visible stump
No visible wound
No recent storm
No known reason

And if you listen
You can hear the breath
Of the forest, still
Living through death


Un texte absolument indispensable ! Ça se lit tout seul, ça prendra seulement 10min de votre temps.
Un texte d'André Gorz publié en 1973 (!) qui nous montre à quel point la voiture, au lieu de nous avoir libérés, n'a fait que nous aliéner encore et toujours plus. Mais la réflexion va bien au-delà. Si seulement on pouvait en prendre de la graine pour réfléchir à l'agencement de nos villes.

"The Statement" by Crystal Pite kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time. Young's politically charged text perfectly performed by the actors. Choreography filled with humor, power and grace all at the same time. Stunning dancers. Owen Belton's sound score, Tom Visser's lighting and Jay Gower Taylor's set, all adding to the perfection of it all.
Pite, Young, Belton, Visser, Gower Taylor: the Holy Quinternity. Loved every bit of it!

Une nouvelle écrite en 2007, et retravaillée en 2021. Toute ressemblance avec une situation récente serait donc purement fortuite.


While we all hold an opinion on almost everything, how many of us actually do the work required to have an opinion?

Sunday evening Haiku 

At dusk by the pond
Wispy waves of quacks. Echo
Chamber of a cloud


Totally unrelated. 

Gone are the days (not so far gone) when you could walk in the streets of Vancouver, chin up watching the birds, without fear of stepping into dog poop.
Is it the first sign of a civilization going down the toilet?

Sunday morning Haiku

A birds symphony
Masking the chaos. Morning
Promises of Spring


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