Photo by NEOSiAM 2021 on Pexels.com Me liriez-vous encore si j’écrivais une fois de plus mon inquiétude, mon angoisse pour ce petit coin d’Orient? Me liriez-vous une fois de plus si j’écrivais encore ma colère pour ce gâchis qui nous pousse par milliers au bord de l’oubli? Au lendemain de cet embrasement que la folie... Continue Reading →
Photo by Mo Eid on Pexels.com Ciel de nuit, tout étoilé sans doute, bien que les lumières de la ville éclipsent ces astres lointains. Il fait chaud. Très chaud. La ville ne dort pas. Aux Porches Cayenne d'il y'a quelques mois se sont succédées les Corvettes. Elles seront bientôt suivies d'une vague d'Audis R8. La... Continue Reading →
Décidément, je n’écris plus qu’à trente-mille pieds d’altitude. J’avais bien tenté de lire un peu, mais la démangeaison d’écrire aura eu raison de ce brave compagnon de voyage vers la page trente. Ce n’est que partie remise, tu seras plus qu’un compagnon dans la solitude des nuits d’hôtel. Un confident. Tiens, nous referons peut-être le... Continue Reading →
In French, because why not? Photo by Jed Owen on Unsplash Un grand sac bandoulière en cuir tanné, un peu rétro. Mon compagnon de voyage depuis maintenant quelques mois. Un cadeau choisi à défaut d’être subi, pour faire durer le plaisir au-delà du papier cadeau. Surprise choisie, paradoxe dont je m’accommode fort bien. Bien moins pratique qu’un bagage... Continue Reading →
Quelque part dans le ciel, entre Paris et Oslo Photo by Christelle Hayek on Unsplash Parka noire et sac de voyage. Un grand sac bandoulière en cuir. J’ai laissé tomber les valisettes à roulette, pas assez nostalgiques. La magie d’un autre temps qu’enveloppe ce cuir tanné m’inspire, malgré son manque criant de roulettes qui me casse les... Continue Reading →
To a fellow writer, on wounds and writing Photo by Pixabay: https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-and-white-bear-plush-toy-42230/ Every good writer is irremediably flawed inside, irremediably wounded. From the wound pours the writing, from the flaw flows the magic. Anything else makes them a poser. The writer I am talking about is not good. He is exceptional. One can only try to... Continue Reading →
Quantity is enough. Follow the quick buck. Photo by Bakhrom Tursunov on Unsplash Brothers.Sisters.Fellow souls in this valley of tears we call Writing.I read to you from an apocryphal gospel according to the self-proclaimed prophets of the Ancient and Accepted Rite of Writing. Thou shalt dump daily excrements on the flock of readers for they are not worth... Continue Reading →
And indulge into this deadly condition called Life Photo by Helena Lopes on Unsplash Being alive is a very serious condition. Yes, dear reader, living is lethal. The more you indulge in it, the closer you get to your grave. Worse than smoking. The living condition carries a 100% mortality rate. Pardon me for this ironic introduction, it’s... Continue Reading →
Or how a cryptic song from the eighties can take us places I have always been intrigued by Nik Kershaw’s The Riddle. I first heard it when I was ten or eleven years old. My ears were still completely deaf to English back then but the words (as far as I could tell), the groove and... Continue Reading →
Photo by Conscious Design on Unsplash I have been dragged to a "writing" platform by a colleague who recently uncovered one of my quirks: I write stuff. The platform also catered for another quirk: I read stuff. And boy were there stories to read on it. Here’s an excerpt: 10 Things I Wish I knew Before Starting my... Continue Reading →
You’re searching in the dark, you’re wandering for light A blaze to which you'd walk, of which you'd feel the might You’re writing in the shade, you barely see the mark Of words through which you write a candle in the dark These words which have laid there before the dawn of time While waiting... Continue Reading →
I heard it for the first time eleven years ago, on a Wednesday evening in Abu Dhabi. It felt like a call. More than a call, an invitation. A portal to end-of-19th-century Paris. Don't ask, it just took me there. To a place and an epoch close enough to our time to make the French... Continue Reading →
The Idea Sounding Board 