Archive for March, 2007

Just trying to keep things workable…

Posted in Blogroll, meditation on March 30, 2007 by clartedubois

For example, this blog.

Normally it was mean to be used for a kind of poetry…

Or I thought so.

As then, I had just discover the pleasure of a certain lightness.

Now, I realise the true me is a mixture of everything.

Such a mixture.

But it comes perhaps because the constant in my life is:

My unquenchable attraction for challenges.

Not always knowing what I am doing to myself.

However, far more than many imagine.

Just in opposition is also a kind of desire to control things.

And in the middle of it, once in a while, I have bouts of laziness.

Right now, I accept that Internet life has something of a roller-caster.

Or that it moves in a fast lane.

I feel depth and shallowness and it keeps on revolving…

What seems deep turns to be shallow and the reverse happens too.

Is it because I am not yet used enough to it?

I hope so.

I have to give myself some more time to see:

Which part of me is going to voice itself in the strongest way?

Or have I not to make a choice there?

More concrete facts now.

I have grow found of my French site, there is loveliness, tenderness.

Some depths here and there and a lot of humour too.

While I am tempted to shut down the English-spoken one.

There is such a repetitious copy-past of pre-written well-wishes

And glitters, and cheap erotic pictures…

People, I know, they too, are mixed.

People who seem gross are not, but why all that vulgarity?

Then someone asked for friendship and I couldn’t refuse.

Just was unable.

So, my Inner voice said: “Keep it.

Don’t loose energy on it if you don’t feel it, but let it happens.

Imagine it like a crossroads for some people.

So, let it be.”

And that was it.

Today, the Voice said:

“After all, the people you care the more for like Teresa or Dustin,

They are not forever on it either…”

And that was definitely it.

Then, it is also what I do with “my” musicians.

I let it happen there also.

With some, we are staying in contact: I do, they do.

Talesha, Michael , Joelle and Phillip are the most faithful.

Then Paddy Reilly would write and it comes: that feeling of marvel….

At the other site, it is a funny mixture of yahoo friends and musicians.

Except for Lamin. And Yannick, the sister of Joelle.

But honestly, I am not exactly excited about it!

But where I feel a bit sad is about Filochon and Fili Green-Eyes.

And Flynn Conor.

Then of course, if I keep on helping Damsels in distress,

Where can I find time to write?

And this could be it in a nutshell…

However, the main thing in my life is that I met someone.

And for the very first time I feel like asking him for advices.

I feel I would like to share deep thoughts as well as jokes.

And all the in between.

As I feel like to bundle forces for whatever we can share, in fact.

Because I admire his indomitable spirit.

I suppose he would argue about this.

It is part of his charm.

He never seems to agree with me.

He would argue to have the last word.

Of course:

He is the Lover of words!

To myself.

Some thoughts…

Posted in Blogroll, new vistas on March 27, 2007 by clartedubois

I begin to think this weekend action was much ado about nothing.

I mean, what are 120 comments in regard of all the Yahoonauts?

And above this, when some of them come from the same people.

Then, there is always that way to do it in a flamboyant fashion.

Without speaking of keeping the mystery alive.

Zorro, Invisible man, Spider-man, Fantomas and so on and so forth.

Even I, who knows so much about archetypes, I feel attract to its mystery side.

However, after just one day of trying to put a new site only for the grandes causes,

Of course a damsel in distress has already distracted this new chevalier.

Anyway, there is also a flavor of discrimination, as they say: no more friends.

A select club. And a select club against discrimination.

Nice. Fine. I feel already cynical.

So! Happy me went to Zealand this afternoon on friendship duty.

But the good part of it was the twins and me went to Breskens

And they discovered a new way to see the sea!

The harbour, the fishermen…

The yachts at the marina.

And boats at the repair shipyard.

Or where the fishes are cleaned and all that jazz…

A sailboat was obliged to put the sail down because of a twisting wind…

Maybe a kind of sea less interesting in her eyes.

Except that somewhere further, quite near actually,

We found the beach

And there the shell of oysters were lying.

Yes of course: Zealand.

Later, when we were home, the boy was lying on the sofa and I asked him:

“Are you alright?”

“I think of a way how to draw the boats, the ship.”

They are nearing 6…

She learned to read alone and read extremely well.

He is very good at drawing technical things: planes! You should see them.

Trains and cars, trailers, tractors and so on.

Now, well: boats and ships…

Wolfe Tones, friends

Posted in Blogroll, friends on March 23, 2007 by clartedubois

Shining sun and wild wind…

Posted in Blogroll, meditation on March 22, 2007 by clartedubois

And just a whiff of sadness.

Or a wisp of it…

Tears coming at the corners of my eyes.

Was I letting my mood going ”Windwood”?

How could I?

Just think!

I am able to feel the sun on my cheeks…

The wind is playing with my hair.

As the dogs are taking me tot their walk.

And I curse myself about my weakness.

Was I not supposed right now, at least,

To enjoy the mere fact I could be outside?

And to live it as intensely as I could…

For two?

The situation is such, that what I have

Are some words.

So, I turned myself to them.

To take in their meaning to the full…

Their true meanings.

Why is fear always linked to courage?

Is it so?

I was short of thinking: then, I don’t know fear.

Because nothing in me seems courageous.

Then I realised that when one is panicking, it is not fear.

You are not aware of it anymore.

Such a level of fear is reached that you enter a kind of blindness…

Maybe courage doesn’t even exist.

Maybe, it is something that people outside of a situation see as such.

Because when you are in whatever challenge,

Whatever you do, is trying to get out of it.

And this is often a question to choose to affront something

And you know it will be difficult, even impossible,

But for some reason, whatever reason,

You don’t exactly see it as if you had a choice.

Whatever reason…

The way back seems cut.

Really or falsely, it always seems cut.

That’s why, maybe, courage isn’t something

Someone feels…

Realise this: does it not happen all the time?

You do what for you have to be done and…

Well, someone will tell you:

I admire you for your courage.

And you will say…

Depending who you are…

Most of the time, whatever you say will mean:

No, it is not courage: it is…

Something else.

Whatever it is 

For a Dragon.

So much beauty in the world…

Posted in Blogroll, meditation on March 21, 2007 by clartedubois

And still.

So much pain.

So much people with their life in jeopardy.

For so many different reasons.

How to get out of some situations?

I am not for terrorist action.

That I want to say.

Which does not match my reflections of the other days.

If only there were other possibilities.

But all comes always from that power struggle.

And some people will never stop to fight for the freedom of speech.

Which is the first right.

Which reminds me of the way I can kill…  

Most of my love stories because of my intransigence.

Or stubbornness or honesty.

That guy, I was not short of thinking he was the man of my life.

While….

How could I stand the idea to love someone who would film people dying?

Me. A nurse.

The idea, only sent a kind of revulsion in my spinal tab.

Anyway, some souvenirs tell more

Then, there was a walk for Peace and he did ask me:

“Are you going to come? “

And me, in love with him, I thought so, at least:

“Why? I think it is ridiculous!

Are you sure you live in peace with your neighbours?”

No ideas if he did!

But I knew he was in conflict with the people, other artists, he worked for…

So, down the sink, you think?

No! Not yet…

“As you are a nurse, why wouldn’t you work in Asia?”

He was going to work in Malaysia as a conscience objector…

“Well, I think it is an extreme twisted form of capitalism, my dear… “

Not yet done, and me still “en amour”!

I laugh now but then I couldn’t believe what I heard myself telling him!

Then, as I always dreamed it…

I met him in the street, and he hold his arm to stop me…

Which woman hasn’t dream of that?

Well, the rest is: he is married with a Malaysian woman…

Sometime, I forget this was me.

I forget that I was that strong.

I supposed I was always at my most honest when I love someone.

Because, I didn’t think you can hide your true self for long.

Then, a different part of me can have a strong hold on me.

Like, my attraction for analysis and psychology…

That can be a serious temptation.

This is why maybe:

I lived with a man who never grew up and I wonder if he ever will.

But now, the time is there again to think about myself…

What will I do with the rest of my life?

This might not going to be easy.

Then a life without a challenge, is it a life? 

To myself.

Inbetweeness: songs…

Posted in Blogroll, song on March 20, 2007 by clartedubois

Ian Dury & The Blockheads : Inbetweenies

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcFa3YZaLEY

In the mirror, when I’m debonair
My reactions are my own affair
A body likes to be near the bone
Oh Nancy, Leslie, Jack and Joan
I die when I’m alone, alone

Shake your booty when your back is bent
Put your feelings where my mouth just went
As serious as things do seem
At least you’ve put me on the team
And friends do rule supreme, ok

Oh, pardon you, me
With a capital ‘C’
And who would have thought
With a capital nought?
In between the lines

Ooohhhhhhhhhh

Spread your chickens when you think of next
What the Dickens if they’re highly-sexed?
Through channels that were once canals
Do lift the heart of my morale
To know that we are pals, yes

Oh, vanity fair
With a capital ‘V’
You give me a share
You take it from me
Oh, jolly good show
With a capital ‘O’
It’s terrific to go
Hellooo

Hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello

 ——————

Well, blast it!

Ian Dury is one of my favourite artist.

He makes me laugh, he makes me cry

He makes me feel alive…

He might be a complete maverick,

I couldn’t care less. 

 ——————-

I mean!

What can make someone like Winwood

Write such a desperate song?

When Ian would not!

He was crippled, for God or devil’ sake!…

But he could be so joyously rebel!

Then of course, there must be a reason,

To come across whatever tune…

Mind! I choose Ian,

While you see a Chance

Met me driving back from some shopping…

I put it so loud that the passerby

Must have think, my car was tuned!

And that coming from that dark blue Opel!

Elegance, it is called.

O! Irony!

Just when I am haunted

By Joe Mc Donnell and Bobby Sands.

And also, the boys of war.

I mean, when will that finish?

When will  we be done with war?

Is it going to be forever that men will cry in their sleep

Reliving the horrors of it?

Then sometimes, they will believe

That the best thing is to be with a woman

Who doest know nothing in the slightest about it…

To feel completely lost at the end.

I don’t know if a rebel woman can be better.

I don’t know if a woman who is more like a man,

Yes, finally, it comes to that…

Being in the inbetweeness.

A woman with a man’ heart.

She does not feel powerless in the same way as mothers

But as some kind of priestess or educator…

Having give the best of her knowledge

To no advance as war is always there to kill blindly…

And?

I know perfectly well!

Ian’ song has nothing to do with my own

Inbetweeness.

I don’t understand: why?

Posted in Blogroll, song on March 19, 2007 by clartedubois

Is such a beautiful tune used for something so desperate? 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I27hqe3d6gM

Stand up in a clear blue morning until you see what can be
Alone in a cold day dawning, are you still free? can you be?
When some cold tomorrow finds you, when some sad old dream reminds you
How the endless road unwinds you

While you see a chance take it, find romance fake it
Because its all on you

Dont you know by now no one gives you anything
Dont you wonder how you keep on moving one more day your way

When theres no one left to leave you, even you dont quite believe you
Thats when nothing can deceive you

Stand up in a clear blue morning until you see what can be
Alone in a cold day dawning, are you still free? can you be?
And that old gray wind is blowing and theres nothing left worth knowing
And its time you should be going

I don’t get it!

But I like that music so much!

So be it…

Here is the url of Joe McDonnell…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ybcgc8BQlQQ

To the Wolfe Tones… unfinished

Posted in Blogroll, friends, song on March 19, 2007 by clartedubois

And Samira, Phillip M. in Karma…

 

This song is very powerful,

 

It does not leave a thing unsaid.

 

And it is important that it exists.

 

 ______________________

 

 

JOE McDONNELL
(Brian Warfield) 
 
O me name is Joe McDonnell from Belfast town I came
That city I will never see again
For in the town of Belfast I spent many happy days
I love that town in oh so many ways
For it’s there I spent my childhood and found for me a wife
I then set out to make for her a life
But all my young ambitions met with bitterness and hate
I soon found myself inside a prison gate
 
Chorus:
And you dare to call me a terrorist while you looked down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you had done
You had plundered many nations divided many lands
You had terrorized their peoples you ruled with an iron hand.
And you brought this reign of terror to my land
 
Through those many months internment
In the Maidstone and the Maze
I thought about my land throughout those days
Why my country was divided, why I was now in jail
Imprisoned without crime or without trial
And though I love my country I am not a bitter man
I’ve seen cruelty and injustice at first hand
So then one fateful morning I shook bold freedom’s hand
For right or wrong I’d try to free my land
 
Chorus
 
Then one cold October morning trapped in a lion’s den
I found myself in prison once again
I was committed to the H-blocks for fourteen years or more
On the Blanket the conditions they were poor
Then a hunger strike we did commence for the dignity of man
But it seemed to me that no one gave a damn
But now, I’m a saddened man I’ve watched my comrades die
If only people cared or wondered why
 
Chorus
 
May God shine on you Bobby Sands for the courage you have shown
May your glory and your fame be widely known
And Francis Hugues and Ray McCreesh who died unselfishly
And Patsy O’Hara and the next in line is me
And those who lie behind me, may your courage be the same
And I pray to God my life is not in vain
Ah but sad and bitter was the year of 1981
For everything I’ve lost and nothing’s won.

_______________________________________ 

_______________________________________ 

Well, while I was thinking again of the boys of wars.

I was also thinking about what is called a terrorist.

Most of the time, people who resist, who try by all means to resist.

And what do they resist? Or who?

Invaders, colonisateurs.

Meaning by that people thinking they know better, have right by power.

Take possession.

All kind of things.

And I was also thinking that I wrote so many letters for Amnesty.

To China! 50 letters, each month for a while.

Then I tried to understand how Amnesty was functioning.

We were then concerned by the Uighurs.

They are muslims.

When we were having actions to supported them against the repression,

Nobody care…

While! My God!

The Tibetans how hype it was to support them!

Thousands of signatures for the petitions…

The people were never tired to hear about the Tibetans. Never ever.

The Uighurs? They didn’t give a dam!

Then when I went higher and higher visiting Amnesty hierarchy, in search of a clue…

Were they realising where The Uighurs lived?

Not so far of Afghanistan. Not far from Pakistan either.

But no! They were not interested by politics. Not at all.

Stupidity? Blindness?

Or lies.

I couldn’t care less.

I stepped out completely fed up to point a finger to a nation

which after all has provided me so many interesting philosophical insights…

Where do you think is Amnesty based?

To Lsr.

Comment on a blog…

Posted in Blogroll, answers on March 18, 2007 by clartedubois

 Thinking again ofthe boys of war

See the original post at:

http://dragonpoet.wordpress.com

_______________________________ 

I don’t know, but war seems always…

As you write it, I can imagine it.

As it seems the only way to see it.

Yes, absolutely, as you say!

But how can I be sure?

I have not one single memory of it…

_______________________________________________________ 

Today is St Patrick’s day, not a significant feast for a Belgian.

But with so many Americans around me, I was tempted…

So, yesterday, I decided to go Irish.

Went to YouTube and mySpace for Luke Kelly and Paddy Reilly.

Now Paddy is my “friend” at mySpace…

However, by a strange turn of events,

As my research of joyous or nostalgic songs brought me to Joe McDonnell,

Today, I feel again the rage, the revolt and the sadness of 1981,

When Bobby Sands and his pals died.

I was 30, but mark my words, it seems so long ago,

That I thought I was 16 when it happened.

As I felt so utterly powerless.Then.

And so, believe me, I wonder if I will ever hear an Irish song in innocence again.

The Wolfe Tones.

If I was a true Aisling, would they not be my truest friends?

I went wikipedia to see the meaning of this word.

Three days ago, yes, three days ago…

_______________________________ 

Tell me, what are we supposed to feel

when we come across Bobby Sands‘story,

Or the Fenian’s, deported to Australia.

Or the Palestinians?

Who had tend their hired farms for centuries

And from one day to the other? were chased from it

Because the owners mostly Syrians sold them to Jews,

Themselves victims of pogroms…

And so many more…

Are we not supposed to do something about it?

 But what?

My dear Long Shiren, would you not feel like me…

Powerless and utterly mixed up.

________________________________________________ 

Meanwhile, I remember another kind of story, also started in innocence…

If you are a childless woman, once in a while, you will meet children and think…

It happened only once to me.

He is New Zealander, he was then 18, like you and your friends, then.

Coming from such a peaceful country, you would not imagine…

As you may know, things can happen in childhood and they too leaves scares.

The fact is that we recognized something in each other

And that scared the rotary family (the woman) he was staying with.

So, the date we had was cancelled, if you can called that such an innocent meeting.

As it was the 11 November, birthday of armistice, guess what happened?

They went with him to the Anzac cemetery in Flanders.

So once again the purest love was killed by a “war”.

La petite guerre.

And disgustingly on the back of dead men. Dead soldiers…

Life is such a mixture…

When the war in Iraq started, I read for the second time

A book of James Michener about the VietNam’s called : The Drifters…

It was uncanny how it felt like the same story.

Now,  a day after the first post,

The Wolfe Tones are my friends.

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The swan

Posted in Blogroll, friends on March 12, 2007 by clartedubois

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