I will soon be packing up my life and taking it across the world… Again. And I suppose that after I knew that this decision would be made, I pretty much put a freeze on acquiring anything. A temporary house remains far less full. My friend Cory used to say, “Home is where the stuff [...]
Archive for March, 2009
Things Lost ’08.
Posted in my life, tagged belt buckle, bike, cory, flowers, france, jack daniels, pen, teahaus, wanderlust on March 17, 2009 | 5 Comments »
My Sunday Adventure in the Forest…
Posted in places, tagged chair, DANGER, forests, horses, housing crisis, military, paris, Robert Frost, st germain en laye, symposium, woods, YMCA on March 16, 2009 | 5 Comments »
On my Sunday adventure in the forests outside of Paris I found : DANGER! A fine solution to the housing crisis. The Young Men’s Christmas Association. A fine place for a symposium. A path slightly less less traveled by. A secret horse arena. A good chair tells its own stories. Scary military tennis courts. [...]
Following Mannerism.
Posted in places, tagged art history, bench, blue, kids, mannerism, museum, parenting on March 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Museum resting benches are finely conceived yet in practice, their worth becomes debatable. Yes, I agree, after hours of attempting to regard and see, truly see, the athletic bending and twisting distortions of the figures, exaggerations, the elastic elongation of the limbs, the bizarre posturing of one hand and graceful posturing on the other, and [...]
The Hunt. The Path.
Posted in short shorts, tagged brother, dogs, father, fetch, indians, leaves, moment, mother on March 12, 2009 | 5 Comments »
When the boy would have a nightmare, his father would wake just before his hand reached the doorknob. The boy would leave his brother sleeping soundly in their shared room, make his way up the stairs, stepping in the spots of the floor he knew not to creak, except for one, which he would hit [...]
Triple Shot.
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged aupair, forgiveness, kids, pinocchio, revenge on March 11, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I was trying to setup a skype date with an aupair friend and she said, “I have to work with Sophie all day tomorrow, but mornings are always spent watching Pinocchio, so maybe then…” ———– I heard somewhere that forgiveness takes a lot more brute strength than revenge. ———– I think that anyone under 25 who [...]
Emmanuel
Posted in short shorts, tagged cod, drawing, fish, Shakespeare, strangers, tree on March 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“Hey, thanks. But a five-er would set me real straight, Nathan. Can I call you Nathan? You look like a Nathan. But yeah, there is a fish place gives you cod and chips, real good too, for six. Five more would set me real straight. You got it on you Nathan? Listen, where you from? [...]
that burning.
Posted in poetry, tagged burn, candle, finger paintings, knife, tea, walls, wax on March 9, 2009 | 1 Comment »
He told me to build these walls and finger paintings scattered and posted with words spat and spat and spat and he told me to light that candle in my chest but it’s dark and the wax has dripped onto the table and i’m tired now, and that wax will take a while to [...]
From the Dock – Part 1.
Posted in short shorts on March 6, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I would say it was high tide, but I don’t exactly know what that means. The water came up high enough to hit the side of the dock when the wind would blow; is that called high tide? The level was higher than usual, nonetheless; I knew that. Sitting on the dock, you’d hear the [...]
Triple Shot (video edition)
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged beirut, cocorosie, kenzo on March 5, 2009 | 3 Comments »
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Friday Night. Pont St. Michel.
Posted in favorites, short shorts, tagged dog, exile, notre dame, paris, pont st michel, shivering on March 4, 2009 | 2 Comments »
We had met through mutual friends. She asked me to show him around, that he had just gotten here. We walked around the Latin Quarter, saw Shakespeare and Company and he bought a chwarma sandwich near Notre Dame. By the St. Michel Fountain, the young philosopher got deep. “I’m an American in exile,” he says [...]
