There is no problem because there is no solution.

Exercice de langue

Luulen tietäväni mitä metsä tämä on

mutta tyttö asuu kaukana

tyttö ei näe minua lopu tähän

katsomaan huoneeseeni tankata lunta

/.../

Tämä metsä on kaunis, tumma ja syvä

mutta minulla on sana suojellan

ja kauas mennä ennen nukun

ja kauas mennä ennen nukun

Now everything carefully blank

I know this place, but it doesn't know me

Its colors so familiar bloomed from buds I was once there to see

I know this place, but it is a strange place

Estranged to me, things only we could see

are gone

But then my place is other, too

just - near.

*

"

She kept her songs, they took so little space
The covers pleased her:

Once bleached from lying in a sunny place

One marked in circles by a vase of water,

One mended, when a tidy fit had seized her,

And coloured, by her daughter -

So they had waited, till, in widowhood

She dounf them, looking for something else, and stood

Relearning how each frank submissive chord

Had ushered in

Word after sprawling hyphenated word,

And the unfailing sense of being young

Spread our like a spring-woken tree, wherein

That hidden freshness sung.
That certainty of time laid up in store

As when she played them firts. But, even more,

The glare of that much-mentioned brilliance, love,

Broke out, to show

Its bright incipience sailing above,

Still promisiing to solve, and satisfy,

And set unchangeably in order. So

To pile them back, and cry,

Was hard, without lamely admitting how

It had not done so then, and could not now.

"

Philip Larkin

Au levant

la fatigue dans le corps, dans la tête

la fatigue des nuits données

du ventre vide

sans traces

hier

So many broken people.

Strain your sponge-heart out every night

still it fills up and trickles through the lips, the eyes

Asante sana - Tafadhali. Tafadhali. Tafadhali.

Do you believe in what you see

Sunday evening in the fast food hall

I was reading American Gods, loss, and smalltown cream-walled parlors

When they played Garden State on the radio.

Pictures always rise to easy

Outside nighttime was a perfect blue, the colors blending with streetsign hues

the summer we invented love

Back home my tea speaks of Alsace cardamon christmas fairs; my room says home, my hair long like summer. I lose my heart in books these days ; the skin under my nails smells of every place that's ever been.

*

In that time...

We were young gods and we were beautiful.

Such intensity. Intensity. Purity.

Thank you/ thank you/ here is so much left to learn.

White rain
Burnt wood

Atone.

*

Les gens ont des étoiles qui ne sont pas les mêmes. Pour les uns, qui voyagent, les étoiles sont des guides. Pour d’autres elles ne sont rien que des petites lumières. Pour d’autres, qui sont des savants, elles sont des problèmes. Pour mon businessman elles étaient de l’or. Mais toutes ces étoiles-là se taisent. Tu auras, toi, des étoiles qui savent rire !

Et tu ouvriras parfois la fenêtre, comme ça, pour le plaisir….Et tes amis seront bien étonnés de te voir rire en regardant le ciel. Alors tu leur diras : « Oui, les étoiles, ça me fait toujours rire ! » Et ils te croiront fou. Je t’aurai joué un bien vilain tour.

Hearts to you in freedom

and - music

Why, this is not dissolving away as it should.

Trick is never stopping
or you'll think.
High on brain exhaust


Anya Marina - Whatever you like

Et les nuits élastiques.

Salle des Pas Perdus.


In my stomach, in my hair Warmth and that smell stays, it fills you like drops of liquor on your hand and in the folds of your neck

I stare at trains and phone and hands
At my feet on the streets for hours (East) rubbing words out of the ground
Into my stomach, my hair

*

The old me spat in my face
Don't ask me, I'm trembling.

Is young and foolish.

How quickly you fall in, how quickly you fall out.

What if it was a good thing? With everytime the faith.