A propos des voyages
lundi 17 décembre 2012
samedi 15 décembre 2012
jeudi 13 décembre 2012
Toujours en chemin
Une aire de repos
comme il y en a beaucoup sur le chemin
Une lumière voilée,
Beaucoup d’arbres
hauts et verts, parfois dorés,
Des bancs de pierre
qui rappellent les jardins japonais
Pas de passants
De rares
automobilistes
Un silence qui
bruit des sons de la nature.
Peu d’échanges
entre nous.
Silence et solitude.Et si on s'approche un peu plus, on voit que les bancs de pierre
sont en fait recouverts d'épaisses lattes de bois, polies et lisses...
Je m’approche et
je m’assois
Le temps d’une
petite mise au point
Assez pour se
détendre et s’étonner
Vous aussi
Vous ne perdrez
rien à vous asseoir
Le temps de
reprendre souffle
Ici le vent est
tranquille.
jeudi 6 décembre 2012
Il pleuvait ce jour-là
J’ai enlevé mes
chaussures et chaussé les bottes d’Anna
Elles sont
vertes, un peu grandes et m’arrivent
Jusqu’aux genoux
Ou presque.
Ce ne
sont pas celles de la photo.
Celles-là étaient
simplement là, offertes à mon regard,
Elles m’ont
retenue…
Avec les bottes
vertes,
Je dois pouvoir
remettre mes pas dans ceux d’Anna
Eviter les
flaques et les crevasses, le vide aussi
Trouver mon
chemin
Et mieux
comprendre la voie à suivre
Peut-être…
P. S. Je ne suis pas parvenue à insérer la photo de chaussures que j'ai prise à Joon Gardens
J'essaierai demain. Il est tard ce soir...
J'essaierai demain. Il est tard ce soir...
dimanche 2 décembre 2012
Every thing is fine
Going to see Anna, Kjettil and their farm
On the road between Øyer and Hedby in Sweden
A large round stone in a wooded space off the road
You can rest if you’re tired, or stretch,
Or just walk and look around,
It’s going to be a long trip
For Hedby and Joon
Gardens are 500
kilometers away or so
It will take us around 5 hours to get there
Although Øyvind is an excellent driver, and fast
As we discovered when we hit the highway.
A big tree in bloom by the roadside,
Beautiful and unusual in its movement
I cannot tell its kind or its name,
It could be a cranberry tree.
Because its trunk is growing outside the woods, bent over
the road,
You could think it is broken or weak
It’s not.
It’s so wooded around it’s kind of trying to escape being
crowded,
Trying to get more space and sun
Its flowers are beautiful and young.
Its leaves are deep green
I like to think it’s greeting passers-by.
nouvel essai
Je ne sais ce qui s'est passé, mais je n'arrive plus à écrire ce que j'ai l'intention d'écrire. A chaque tentative, je me retrouve avec un texte qui n'est pas le mien, des mots jaillis de je ne sais où sans que j'y ai même pensé. J'ai un peu investigué les icones et je crois que cette fois-ci, je suis parvenue à me faire entendre... Je vais vérifier de ce pas et si c'est bon, je pourrais recommencer à composer mes textes; un peu comme une nouvelle partition de musique sur un instrument que je découvre.
mercredi 28 novembre 2012
Leaving Øyer and heading to Sweden
Leaving Øyer in Norway…
Behind the map of the Øyer commune, you can see the glass
door to the Church headquarters and administrative offices for the whole
county. They occupy all the ground floor.
Øyvind is in charge there, together with other priests. He is based in Øyer and the bishop to whom he must report on his activities is a woman bishop...
Øyvind is in charge there, together with other priests. He is based in Øyer and the bishop to whom he must report on his activities is a woman bishop...
The area where the building is
standing is surrounded by woods and forests and an enchanting variety of wild plants and flowers.
It's an overwhelming and beautiful environment,
very serene and peaceful.
I don't know if I already mentioned it previously, Øyvind is a Lutheran priest (hence his clerical position),
I don't know if I already mentioned it previously, Øyvind is a Lutheran priest (hence his clerical position),
For most Norwegians are originally Lutherans, and Øyer is his base.
But that's not his only quality or what mainly defines him, far from that... For he is so committed to freedom, justice and political liberation causes in general, that most his friends call him usually the "red priest".
Michel does as well, out of fondness and pure mischief also...
But that's not his only quality or what mainly defines him, far from that... For he is so committed to freedom, justice and political liberation causes in general, that most his friends call him usually the "red priest".
Michel does as well, out of fondness and pure mischief also...
lundi 26 novembre 2012
Summer 2012 in hectic confused Beirut
Summer 2012 in hectic confused Beirut
Feeling free and brave and adventurous
It’s a sort of respite in the shady vista I carry nowadays,
A break of a kind
It allows other feelings and desires
A breathing space I intend to deeply enjoy
I'll forget about what's eating me
I know I can do it totally...
I’ll go north one more time
Together with Michel
Oslo, Lillehammer,
Øyer indeed,
To share with Øyvind
and our Norwegian friends
Then Sweden
also, I know very little about Sweden
Dalarna, Falun, Djura, Hedby in Djura and Joon Gardens
in Hedby
Finally
All these words don't give way to any image in my mind
Not yet...
We’ll also visit Anna and her farm
Joon Anna, as the villagers say
In the village
of Hedby…
But first, we'll go to Oslo
To the Literature House
Where we'll have a seminar
About the Arab Spring and its repercussions on the Palestinian cause
Many Arab and Nordic academicians will also be there
Michel will have to give three lectures in three different academic and political settings.
We'll probably have to steal some days off and leave Norway in order to meet Anna in Sweden.
The Literature House in Oslo.
It's a very big house that occupies a large angle of an avenue whose name I forgot...
During the summer, or when the weather allows it, an outside cafeteria at the top of wide stairs leads to a large coffee-shop and a bookshop on the ground floor;
A large reception space, administrative offices and a library on the 1st floor;
A big conference room on the 2nd floor where we held meetings and debates during three days.
But first, we'll go to Oslo
To the Literature House
Where we'll have a seminar
About the Arab Spring and its repercussions on the Palestinian cause
Many Arab and Nordic academicians will also be there
Michel will have to give three lectures in three different academic and political settings.
We'll probably have to steal some days off and leave Norway in order to meet Anna in Sweden.
The Literature House in Oslo.
It's a very big house that occupies a large angle of an avenue whose name I forgot...
During the summer, or when the weather allows it, an outside cafeteria at the top of wide stairs leads to a large coffee-shop and a bookshop on the ground floor;
A large reception space, administrative offices and a library on the 1st floor;
A big conference room on the 2nd floor where we held meetings and debates during three days.
When you stand in front of the Literature Hose, there is a beautiful park where you can walk and sit and read or write. It's lovely, full of hidden spots and surprises, almost magic.
Both photos below have been taken when I was leaving the Literature House.
dimanche 18 novembre 2012
Purchasing a Gabbeh rug...
Gabbeh is a persian word which means something raw or natural, uncut or "in the
rough".
It doesn't refer to a specific tribe or province in Iran; it is however made by nomadic tribes.
Traditionally, the knotting and weaving of nomadic carpets are generally a woman's
domain and area of expertise.
Gabbeh are almost
exclusively knotted for personal use, and they usually express the woman's spirit and personal interpretations of life as well as her vision of the occasion it meets, or the specific moment the making of the Gabbeh is celebrating.
Below is the picture of the Gabbeh I purchased and gave to Anna.
I wrote a note to bring it closer and named it : One color and an infinity of shades.
When Aya decided to weave the Gabbeh for her sister Sana,
she knew she didn't have much time left and that she really had to be fast.
Winter was already there.
Days were shorter and the sky was getting low, turning to ashes.
Soon, the light would fly away, together with the wind and the migrating birds.
And by then, surely the men would be back with the goats the horses, the dogs, and their non-stop needs...
How was she going to be done with so little time left?
Aya hurried to the cellar. D Day was so very close.
She gathered the wool that had been hanging there to dry for three moons.
She gathered the wool that had been hanging there to dry for three moons.
White, blue, green, two shades of yellow, some deep red an also a bunch of brown wool.
Did she have a design, a pattern in mind?
I wonder...
In fact, she only had to let her imagination and her fingers run...
Although she didn't exactly plan for it, Aya created a rug made out of 18 separated geometrical spaces, squares and rectangles of different dimensions,
I wonder...
In fact, she only had to let her imagination and her fingers run...
Although she didn't exactly plan for it, Aya created a rug made out of 18 separated geometrical spaces, squares and rectangles of different dimensions,
connected together and never fusing into each other
forming a whole with no predictable ending
although it did stop with a smooth multilayer knot
hinting to an infinity of colors, shades, lines and stripes,
all of them striving for unity and harmony.
Good luck Sana, may your days be warm and colorful in your new life...
Good luck Sana, may your days be warm and colorful in your new life...
vendredi 16 novembre 2012
Pensée impromptue
Je me disais, Mime,
que c'est dans le vide créé par l'absence que l'écrit surgit,
qui se fraye un chemin et prend forme.
Que c'est sa seule chance d'exister.
Et que le silence généré par la conscience de l'absence
était ainsi source de ce qui allait suivre.
De ce flux de paroles et de gestes que l'irrémédiable libère
Qu'il en était ainsi et que c'était juste.
Car la vie fait bien les choses.
Qui n'efface jamais rien de ce qui fut.
que c'est dans le vide créé par l'absence que l'écrit surgit,
qui se fraye un chemin et prend forme.
Que c'est sa seule chance d'exister.
Et que le silence généré par la conscience de l'absence
était ainsi source de ce qui allait suivre.
De ce flux de paroles et de gestes que l'irrémédiable libère
Qu'il en était ainsi et que c'était juste.
Car la vie fait bien les choses.
Qui n'efface jamais rien de ce qui fut.
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