Five books that taught me how the discipline of the poet can be brought into modes where characters and creators hover at the edge of their own fictions.
Normally I write in French but sometimes in English:
When I look at the mirror,
I see a woman of my age
I have the age of small wonders,
big pains, big laughs, good friends, love, love, love, motherhood
dark family
good dogs, good stars, music and words
I see a woman who is Canadian but
could be Aboriginal, who knows how to make an outdoor fire
who could light a fire in the gaze of man
who could die from too much pain
but also, too much laughs
Tomorrow
When I will look at the mirror
I won’t see myself.
Thanks for sharing this!
The "too much laughs" and the turn that follows really packs a punch
"in plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom" - conrad
inplucking memory one risks the blooming of the soil
infruting memoir, one runs one bloom
in pluck memory, risk bloom spoil
memory pluck, bloom risk
pluck bloom risk
memoir fruit
mem bloom
pluck risk
me
Normally I write in French but sometimes in English:
When I look at the mirror,
I see a woman of my age
I have the age of small wonders,
big pains, big laughs, good friends, love, love, love, motherhood
dark family
good dogs, good stars, music and words
When I look at the mirror,
I see a woman who is Canadian but
could be Aboriginal, who knows how to make an outdoor fire
who could light a fire in the gaze of man
who could die from too much pain
but also, too much laughs
Tomorrow
When I will look at the mirror
I won’t see myself.
Thanks for sharing this!
The "too much laughs" and the turn that follows really packs a punch
"in plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom" - conrad
inplucking memory one risks the blooming of the soil
infruting memoir, one runs one bloom
in pluck memory, risk bloom spoil
memory pluck, bloom risk
pluck bloom risk
memoir fruit
mem bloom
pluck risk
me