dinsdag, maart 23, 2010

selon Georges Frêche:

"Les partis politiques sont devenus comme des étoiles, ce sont des étoiles mortes. Ils continuent de briller, mais ils sont morts depuis longtemps", a-t-il ajouté.

Quel pays! Un jour,les regionales, le jour suivant, les grèves....

dinsdag, maart 16, 2010

En revanche, seuls 10 % des abstentionnistes choisissent la réponse "parce que je n'étais pas suffisamment informé sur les enjeux de ces élections", contre 24 % lors des Européennes de juin 2009.

les abstentionnistes sont de loin, avec 53,6 %, le premier "parti" de France.

flageolant, flageolante
adjectif
Qui tremble de fatigue, de peur, etc. ; chancelant : Avoir les jambes flageolantes.

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tanks, canal blog

AND MY NEW favourite word:

hétéroclite: Qui est fait d'un mélange bizarre d'éléments disparates

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dinsdag, februari 09, 2010



musiek

Győr Bird

I sleep strange times
and awake a stranger
days that roll
like cigarettes
and candy coat
excuses

I wake in
the winderlands of
almost nightmares
in between the
sleeping
in between the
sleeping

Hold my hand
or don't let go
for fear of falling
fear of falling
always deeper
in the dreams.
Always deeper
in the dreams.

*****

FIRESIDE CHATS

Fire side chats
and women painted ruby
get what you want
frozen in a memory

Fire side chats
belials in trilbys
stylish and coy
painted in the seminary

chorus

Masters of detection.
Symphony's reflection
always selling cheap
perfume on corners
of deception. (REPEAT)

Fire side chats
no one ever listens
comfort in the words
you hear are never spoken.

Fire side chats
fading in the distance
you say that you want
a little more persistence.

Masters of detection.
Symphony's reflection
always selling cheap
perfume on corners
of deception. (REPEAT)

*****

WHERE THE DEAD FLOWERS BLOW

Sullen leaves
dance on city streets
in October.

the couple inside
always hide
and watch from out their window.

Where the dead flowers blow
the years tick by
so gently.
Where the dead flowers blow
the world sweeps out
so swiftly.

a simple lyric or device,
they trip by with
or without malice.

Underneath the subtlety
a doubtful river rages
they spin and spin.

Where the dead flowers blow
the years tick by
so gently.
Where the dead flowers blow
the world sweeps out
so swiftly.

they save their months
like dollar bills
underneath the box springs.

And time pops out
jack in the box reality
and time figures, time figures.

Where the dead flowers blow
the years tick by
so gently.
Where the dead flowers blow
the world sweeps out
so swiftly.

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THE PREDICTABLE CHAIN OF EVENTS

Careful in your nightmares
And in your whispering
Lest someone overhears
What it is you really mean

Holidays and anniversaries
Nursing alcohol and memories
Humanity
Has has always found a way
To break another heart.

Careful in your nightmares
And in your whispering
Lest someone overhears
What it is you really mean

Tragedy and disasters
Complicate the changing
traffic lights and avenues
Humanity
Has always found a way
To break another heart.

Careful in your nightmares
And in your whispering
Lest someone overhears
What it is you really mean

Comedy and fulfillment
Dilusional degrees of
Achievement when
All along humanity
Will find another way
To break another heart.

dinsdag, februari 02, 2010

"Anyone breaking ranks with the Iranian people will be considered a n agent of foreigners," said Bigadier General Hossein Hamedani, Tehran's Revolutionary guard commanders. "Any voice or colour other than the voice of the Islamic revolution will be pushed aside, and if a minority makes such an attempt it will be firmly confronted."

maandag, februari 01, 2010

But Suddenly a guitar playing lad
whose languid lean brings back the sunny south
strikes up a tune all gay & bright & glad
to keep the gall from biting in his mouth
Then drowsy as the rain
soft sad black feet
dance in this juice joint
on this city street


— Langston Hughes

vrijdag, januari 08, 2010



Some good films I've seen of late...

The Hurt Locker

****

STATEN ISLAND:


*****

UNDERGROUND

zondag, december 27, 2009

Juárez’s main product now is the corpse. Last year, drug-related violence there claimed more than 1,600 lives, and the toll for the first nine months of this year soared beyond 1,800, and mounts daily. That makes Juárez, population 1.5 million, the most violent city in the world. Two lines of graffiti summed up a place where not only law and order but civilization itself has broken down: Mi ciudad pide clemencia en su dementia (“My city asks for mercy in its madness”), and Mi ciudad es un negro lamento un aullido infinito (“My city is a black lament, an eternal howl”). from The Fall of Mexico.