You are not here

You are not here

21-22 June 2016

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You are not here

Playing hide and seek

Within shadow of your smile

You and I take part

In teasing childhood games

 

You are not here

All wardrobes emptied

Of imaginary shirts

Worn with would be ties

Not chosen together

 

You are not here

The kettle boils

The humming sound of closures

As water simmers

Now breaching fever’s peak

 

You are not here

The window pane’s cool

Crystallising the vapour

Blowing off my thoughts

Winds down mind’s idle clocks

 

You are not here

Your voice a dark gift

An orchestra of taut chords

Ringing from the stars

Blending me in solace

 

You are not here

Ethereal shape

You whisper through the oceans

Dilating shrinking

Within circles of Time

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy George Redhawk on theabsolutemag.com

First Snow – Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet

Stay with me- Clint Mansell

Lux Aeterna / Requiem for a Dream – Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet

The Silent Tree

The Silent Tree

21 June 2016

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The Silent Tree

It bustles around

With keen promises of words

Hanging like dead fruit

Adrift the swaying leaves

 

The Silent Tree

It sheltered my frame

With a hundred drops of shade

Casting spells of dark

Amidst the scorching sun

 

The Silent Tree

I climbed its branches

Making merry of the ground

My hands tools of skies

Beyond reach of the mind

 

The Silent Tree

We had carved its bark

With tomorrows nevermore

Basking in todays

In fading centuries

 

The Silent Tree

We had cut its branches

When dying sun passed away

Snuffed out like candle

Within eye of the Storm

 

The Silent Tree

We both watched it fall

Its roots decaying  tunnels

Where the rats ran free

Through eras of regret

 

The Silent Tree

Its hushed memories

Shivered within my bosom

When the moon sang shrill

With voiceless agony

 

The Silent Tree

I shake off its leaves

From desperate clinging arms

That embraced me tight

Before I emerged free

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Death is a disease – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai

Xibalba – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai

Together we will live forever – Clint Mansell, Kronos Quartet, Mogwai

O Lune de mes nuits blanches / O Moon of my sleepless nights

O Lune de mes nuits blanches

(Poème écrit sous forme de Sonnet Occitan traduit en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)

19 juin 2016

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La chaleur du désert n’empêche froid dans le Cœur

Du temps de l’innocence je garde instants fraîcheur

De courses dans les prés verts avant temps de rancœur

Quand acte déliquescence engendra fruit d’aigreur

 

Une chanson de Prévert ranime en moi clameur

Du temps de l’insouciance le long d’années bonheur

Chantant à cœur ouvert je recueille les pleurs

De mille nuits d’existence de vies rouges comme des fleurs

 

O Lune de mes nuits blanches dans tes robes argentées

Vois-tu les traces mortelles de nos ébats blessés ?

J’ai la mémoire qui flanche de trop d’âmes arpentées

 

Les vies lasses s’amoncellent en des remparts dressés

Echafaud où l’on tranche les cous aux lignes bleutées

Marées mortes ritournelles pour des devins pressés

 

Lecture du poème: 

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O Moon of my sleepless nights

(Translation into English of the Occitan Sonnet written in French. See original above or here)

19 June 2016

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The desert heat prevents not cold in the Heart

From a Time of innocence, I keep fresh instants

Of running in green meadows before rancour time

When deliquescence act begat fruit of sourness

 

A song of Prévert revives in me outcry

Of an untroubled Time alongside years of happiness

Singing open-hearted I collect the tears

Of thousand nights of existence of lives red like flowers

 

O Moon of my sleepless nights in your silvery dresses

Do you see the deadly traces of our wounded lovemaking?

My memory fails me from too many souls travelled

 

The tired lives are stacking up in upright walls prepared

Scaffold where one slices the necks with the bluish lines

Dead Tides chorus for hurried soothsayers

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Sois tranquille – Emmanuel Moiré

Sans dire un mot – Emmanuel Moiré

Beau malheur – Emmanuel Moiré

Finding Love

Finding Love

18 June 2016

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Blinding Love

A streak of lightning

Bolts through Heart

With a start

On comes the reckoning Time

Tides for bare seashores

 

Binding Love

Oft misconceptions

The snide talk

Of bondage

Thoughts in the mind that rummage

Through empty drawers

 

Buying Love

Silver coin in palm

She will tell

Your fortune

In dark alleys where eyes look

Away empty halls

 

Chiming Love

Sacred be thy name

To death’s toll

It peals, squeals

The greying head it reveals

Decaying monster

 

Shining Love

Diamonds in a dream

Brittle glass

Of trinkets

True nature washed by the stream

Of the years’ routine

 

Finding Love

Impossible task

The rare gem

Sewn in hem

Tucked away in silent pouch

See it when you crouch

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Give me Love – Ed Sheeran

One – Ed Sheeran

Thinking out Loud – Ed Sheeran

 

Deride me

Deride me

18 June 2016

 

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Embrace me

Open and tender

Your tight frame

Defines me

A straight hedge cut neatly down

Into prim rows sleek

 

Amaze me

With more than saunter

Your light frame

Defiles me

The banter a world to drown

Sentiments at peak

 

Disgrace me

Intentions blunter

Than the game

Deride me

Astray is the mindless crown

That feeds on the weak

 

Reading of the poem: 

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First image courtesy Adam Martinakis animated by George Redhawk

One Day – Kodaline

Love like this – Kodaline

High hopes – Kodaline

 

 

Spelling morse

Spelling morse

18 June 2016

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Words unsaid

Piling up like coals

Fueling

Inner fire

Consumption consequence dire

Straight repercussions

 

Melodies

Fine tailored dresses

To robe hearts

Like sleek glove

Flicker to ignite the love

Smoldering ashes

 

The wind blows

On inner remains

All that’s left

Are the stains

Of memories of what was

Of what could have been

 

Letting go

A process of jumps

Athletic

High low games

Sinking soaring that one tames

Walking middle way

 

The light talks

Through spotless center

Bear with me

As I read

Through its intricate wonder

I sense its pulses

 

Flickering

Under my eyelids

Space alive

With photons

Retina catching signals

Spelling words in morse

 

Reading of the poem: 

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All you never say – Birdy

Shelter – Birdy

Let it all go – Birdy and Rhodes

The permanent game

The permanent game

17 June 2016

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I am wind

Blowing through the ice

Kissing peaks

Lurking deep

Within caverns of the Earth

Beckoning to sun

 

I am sun

Hiding my glory

Behind clouds

Amongst crowds

Blue red and gold define me

Purple is my frame

 

I’m water

Flowing through the streams

Gushing forth

Gathering

Glowing energy for all

As I rush to source

 

I am hole

Blacker than the night

Inhaling

Exhaling

Birthing rejecting matter

Parallel highways

 

I am Her

Eternal woman

My hand’s touch

Skies’ magic

The blue womb of creation

In red glove of Love

 

I am Time

Flowing forth both ways

Thrice forward

Once backward

Step back a recognition

Of the wayward path

 

I am storm

Darkest hues of skies

When lightning

Kisses Earth

When the sky-kissed lands give birth

To new promises

 

I am light

Brightening darkness

Waning moon

Fills herself

My inner core endless well

Where she transfigures

 

I am fire

Bottled in the skies

Like genie

Of heavens

Stormy dome my birthing field

I flying Phoenix

 

I am sun

Rebirth my credo

Concentrate

Of new shapes

Baring the rocky landscapes

That my glare begets

 

I am all

Impermanent frame

Inner core

Mutating

Cells within replicating

The permanent game

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Kyrie – Antaeus

The journey

The journey

15 June 2016

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Wrapping up

Tying the loose ends

In firm knots

They align

Their drooping figures a sign

Of the oncoming

 

Move further

The day’s labour calls

Diligent

Hands obey

Scales for the future they weigh

Disappearing mass

 

The sun sets

On valleys that sway

In tall homes

Preachers pray

Their rosaries a staircase

Between me and I

 

The night breathes

The scent of days churned

Through fingers

Still counting

The total bill amounting

To gate keeper’s fee

 

I fly lone

Through sunrise within

Moon and sun

Face to face

See me through deepest disgrace

Until I reach skies

 

The journey

Carries me through clouds

White and pure

Like his shrouds

He is King of my castle

His light my Kingdom

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Going somewhere – Abel Korzeniowski

Come Gentle Night – Abel Korzeniowski

Clouds – Abel Korzeniowski

Heavens’ particles

Heavens’ particles

15 June 2016

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Grief squashes

All semblance of hope

The mind numb

Heart broken

Happiness a lost token

Of revolving times

 

Stilling mind

Whirling into space

Pitch balance

Zero point

Where everything is nothing

A change of vision

 

Joy washes

Memory of grief

Renewed fresh

Hope seeker

The mind attempts ways meeker

Turning a new leaf

 

Like a tree

Casting away leaves

Growing new

Extensions

We wage ways through pretensions

Society’s weight

 

Inside us

Silent observer

It watches

The motion

Lost to world and emotion

It shines in sun’s dust

 

They cling on

Heavens’ particles

Through bodies

That relay

The birthright’s lost miracles

Unbeknownst to most

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Wings – Birdy

Unwinding all Time

Unwinding all Time

14 June 2016

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The wind blows

On sands of the mind

Stripping bare

Ideas

Like wrecked car that truck tows

A recovery

 

Winding path

It leads to the source

Of all thought

Inner frame

Coil to all what we forgot

The discovery

 

Do you hear

The voices beckon

Other side

Welcomes air

As the wind hollows the wall

In between phases

 

In dreamtime

We travel places

Where we see

All that is

Today in tomorrow’s past

The events that last

 

Beyond Light

There is a darkness

That unfolds

Million leaves

The space tapestry it weaves

Fractal threads twirling

 

Splitting space

The guiding ridges

They join weave

The cuttings

Loosened ends that minds deceive

On isolation

 

In the Heart

Shudder throbbing walls

Inner blue

Outer red

In between a thin parchment

Of opposed syntax

 

The truth lies

In the middle way

Where souls twirl

To fading moon

Where the sage and the fool swoon

In ecstatic trance

 

Whirl with me

Through the bleak sandstorms

We will reach

Beyond norms

Where everything is nothing

Unwinding all Time

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Gafsa – Natacha Atlas

Maktub (etheric messages) – Natacha Atlas

C’est la vie – Jean-Michel Jarre feat. Natacha Atlas