Archives de mot-clé : Paris

Humility ain’t nothin’ but a wonderful opportunity.

Well this is certainly humbling. The girl who ran fifty-one marathons is now a woman with very sore legs after a mere nine kilometre run. It has been three or four months since the last time I ran. A run … Lire la suite

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Water

A finger up the nose, a tear down the cheek. Social ineptitude, a bruised knee. People I pass on the street. Questions in my head, and a quivering soul. Catching each person I pass at specific and singular moments in … Lire la suite

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Fuck Fiction!

The only thing I’ve put in this poor body today is a coffee, the toxic fumes of half a cigarette, and some of my own blood from a scab I picked. I’m hungry. I’m on a train bound for The … Lire la suite

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Bukowski 102

I have come to the realization that it is important to force myself to write every day. I am reading Hemingway’s “A Moveable Feast” which is about him and his writing and a bit about his process and his writing … Lire la suite

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Bienvenue sur mon excellente vie!

« Livre fini? » Il m’a demandé. « Pas de tout. J’arrive pas à lire. Je cherche un film. Je suis déprimée! » Je lui ai répondu. « Hoo, chou chou. Pourquoi cette déprime? » « Le froid plus que la pluieLe silence plus que le bruitLa … Lire la suite

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Before the tourists woke…

It is early, grey, rainy and cold. The streets are nearly empty save for me and my Vélibre and a few other earlybirds like me here and there, now and again. I am wearing my favourite black dress and am … Lire la suite

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The first ten days in Paris

I don’t know where to begin except to say it is such a shame I don’t have the time to write and record and relive myself one day all that has happened already since I have been here the way … Lire la suite

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Come What May

Tomorrow I leave for Paris for a fairytale eight and a half week summer stay. Today I will clean and pack and perseverate about details long taken care of, but which I will fret about and double, triple, quadruple check … Lire la suite

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Sunday Morning Rain

Two weeks until Paris. It is all I think about. A peaceful percussion of pitter-patter awoke me this morning just after seven. I went for a very short run and let the skyfall wash over me like a personal baptism. … Lire la suite

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Three Weeks Until Paris

On Thursday I had a gig with Highschool Friend Paul. We prepared a six-song set, beginning with a cover of « Still In Love With You » by Steve Earle and Emmy Lou Harris. I just love this song. The next five … Lire la suite

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