In hiding…

Posted in Blogroll, new vistas on August 4, 2007 by clartedubois

I have been reflecting quite a lot those last days. Weeks. Months.

And writing too! Oups!  The last, only since a few weeks.

Now, at least, I feel peaceful and refresh and I can go forward.

There is that tiny hope too that my lead-singer is slightly better.

Just a kind of  presence… Could it be true?

I wish it for him with all my heart.

I realise what a hell it is for him.

And some news from his country keep on being bad.

I am sad for him, indeed! And for so many reasons.

For me, it has also been a very taunting and challenging time, in a different way, of course.

I must admit, though, I feel different on many levels than some times ago.

To the point that I am tempted to withdraw some of the last posts.

However they are part of an evolution.

Now, it takes more to get me out of balance.

Even if some people seem always to push me out of my comfort zones and very keen to do so.

I mean, some people on Internet are acting so strangely.

Some are absolutely fascinating, but like in real life, such a charisma is often very trying.

Really, I am feeling quite alright.

Different tactics have bring me there.

One, I think, I own to an avatar I created for that very purpose.

Vincent Valentine.

There I pour all my griefs and sorrows, and I have just done it and cried.

And now, nothing! A really fine quietness.

The fact is that there I exaggerate my pain.

Is it why it works?

Another avatar is really what I would call a Jester.

Reno Ze Canuck! Yes! I know…

And honestly, I need him very badly!

 To makes a blog with fun as sole purpose has an incredible healing effect too.

But this is not always the easiest. As humor is such a personal feeling.

My oldest blog is Clarté and there, at the moment, I am blackmailing my folk.

DiCaprio and his 11 hour are going to stay until I have at least 3 comments.

Anyhow!

At MC La Clarté? Well, normally it is called “Music above everything”.

But I feel free enough to put what I want.

All that zoo as one of my friends calls it has a very nice effect on me.

Today, I work both on my literary project at Lou and on Joey Mac Louie.

I changed his avatar from Isaac Newton to Trent Reznor. Plus a text.

Well, the most funny is that I locate Joey in Pennsylvania and that Reznor was born there.

At Lou, I reworked a text coming from a comment I did at a friend place and I am quite happy.

Nearly the same text is at Over-blog, a French one, I started some months from here.

But at Lou, I feel troubled because 2 of the most important friends, men, have decided to squat.

Men! Just not what I need to have on my mind.

Just when I thought I was over that kind of struggle!

MayJo Cat!  She is supposedly the twin sis of Reno!  Big fun as those 2 are often quibbling!

There, today, I put a text about passion! Again. Well, yes, again!

Just fed up that everybody sees passions only from the sentimental aspect.

O! And yes! There are 2 more avatars!

A very sweet girl with some hidden strength, however, and Artus!

Yeah! The Pen-dragon!

So, I take all that Jazz a bit at a time!

Because!

On top of this, something like 2 weeks ago, a French woman, Anne, asked me to be are pen-friend.

And I agreed. So, no time to be a lazy bone.

Also, I am working on an idea about jealousy.

Internet jealousy is something I discovered very soon.

And it is a killer.

As I have already been through that, and God or Angels be blessed for their help, it doesn’t hold  its grip on me.

Not for a very long time.

As a matter of fact, John being away since ages, the only man able to really challenge me is a french one.

I’ll call him Jim. But as he is very straightforward, it is not too difficult to keep myself from being hurt.

However, I made many mistakes.

At my age, I should know, people are only pretending to want the truth.

Or only the truth which suits them.

The fact is, I am relieved now to have that place.

Don’t tell a soul, I am here in hiding…

As I have a host of followers.

Good god!

When I think that some people crave for attention while it is such a difficult thing to handle.

It takes SO much of one freedom.

FROM THE FIRST TIME I HEARD HER….

Posted in Blogroll, song on July 16, 2007 by clartedubois

And I really like to see the admiration of Burt Bacharah and agree with all what he says about her.

WHAT CAN I DO….

Posted in Blogroll, song on July 15, 2007 by clartedubois

THE LAST POST OF THAT KIND…

Posted in Blogroll, song on July 15, 2007 by clartedubois

 The Corrs…

What can I do… ?

I haven’t slept at all in days
It’s been so long since we have talked
And I have been here many times
I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong
What can I do to make you love me
What can I do to make you care
What can I say to make you feel this
What can I do to get you there

There’s only so much I can take
And I just got to let it go
And who knows I might feel better
If I don’t try and I don’t hope

[Chorus]

No more waiting, no more aching
No more fighting, no more trying…

Maybe there’s nothing more to say
And in a funny way I’m calm
Because the power is not mine
I’m just going to let it fly…

[Chorus]

Love me…

The sad or the glad game and blindness.

Posted in Blogroll, autism on June 29, 2007 by clartedubois

Sometimes, it feels right to post a less optimist blog.

But as always, the day after you have the impression

That things have move on.

Like the certitude that one’ silence has probably nothing to do

With you.

Some people have been so hurt by life that

They just go in hiding like wounded animals.

They can’t believe in love or care.

Or better:

If you give them love, they will ask for care.

And the reverse, too.

Because something blinds them.

They are unable to see that both are possible.

Well, so it seems, because they are probably locked in themselves.

However…

It reminds me of Pollyanna.

She knew a lady who always wanted what was not in the gifts’ basket.

So, one day, Pollyanna came with a choice of everything.

A little bit of each.

And of course, the lady was speechless.

When Pollyanna grew up,

She realised that not everything could be tackle so easily.

And I feel really a lot like Pollyanna,

Both as a child and a grow up.

That means that as and when it is possible

I will try to give the little comfort.

But my heart aches not to be able to go further than that.

And maybe this express much better my feelings

Than the post of yesterday.

Or maybe it alternates…

I want…

Posted in Blogroll, autism on June 27, 2007 by clartedubois

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It just keeps on  going round and round and round in my mind…

What? It is either Con te Partiro …

Or Time to say Goodbye.

I even found it in Greek and it is a jewel.

All that means the same.

As beautiful as  it is, I can’t say it is cheering me up.

Well, hell no.

Of course I still have fits of laugh when I am writing

Nonsensical comments to my virtual friends.

But nobody will ever believe I am really happy

When I put repeatedly that song on my blogs.

So, walking the dogs, again,

and again on the dirt road, 

again I was crying.

As my life seems a run of unrequited loves.

Whatever form love can take.

And so there was a suggestion to change the song.

And immediately, I hear clearly in my mind the one above.

I think that I am particularly sensitive

to that kind of bells’ sound.

I am not going to say I think the text is wonderful.

But I don”t care.

It is just that I want to follow the tune.

The child in me still believe in healing sounds.

And that the toll of bells can be joyous and soothing.

ABOUT THE SERIOUSNESS OF FUN..

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

I don’t know if the solstice has to do with it, but!

Or if it is plain me.

Fact is that it seems time or about time to assess

What blogging and yahooting have brought into my life.

Frankly, no joke meant here…

I started the game to learn about myself.

And for a while, it was like I was only answering the most serious questions.

Just being the patient nurse on Questions and Answers.

And then, Xico entered  the place and our universes collided.

Before him, I never knew myself as someone wanting to laugh all day long…

And that is just what happened.

And it was about time.

I think I stop to laugh when I was still a toddler.

And it is bad enough.

But is it my true nature?

Because due to some external circunstances,

It seems I was stop in my track.

And yes, dear! I was back to it:

Nurse on line.

Except for one.

Where and who I never seem to understand

Or what was going on.

Then, there must be a reason.

Which one? I still don’t know and it is painful.

Because, it is maybe the only person,

I wish I could stand by.

And I have lived in sorrow and anguish and…

Guilt for the little laugh I had here and there.

But now, after a long time of a lack of true laugh,

It has come back.

Nothing else seems to matter anymore.

Or not much.

Except writing.

Well, kind of.

Because, of that second wave shock,

The then meeting of the Poet.

I think, it touched me because of my  state. The state of fun.

I think you are always powerless when you have a fit of laugh.

And my soul was naked.

And I was not expecting anything else than the next prank of Xico.

To think I posted that question about Passoa to tease him.

The consequence of it, I feel to that day.

And probably life will never be the same.

Well, just asking myself and whoever is passing by…

Is it possible to mixed fun and poetry

Without falling into cynicism or ribaldry?

You see, just right now, I am considering the project

To become Mini-stress of the Minets en tous genres.

With Skidda as Secretaire de mon Cabinet.

Avec le portefeuille de l’amour des Ti Cons.

As he claims himself a specialist.

Which means I would be the minister of Cads and Hunks..

And that makes me laugh.

I know.

I can’t help it.

To Xico and lsr…

Cabbage’ s love…

Posted in Blogroll, new vistas on June 18, 2007 by clartedubois

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Cabbage’ s love…

Posted in Blogroll, new vistas on June 18, 2007 by clartedubois

Cabbage plantations are rather new in my life.

This countryside, you see, 

is well-known for crops cultures.

But for some reasons,

it is only now that they catch my attention.

I have always been very responsive to colors and patterns…

But it is going crescendo!

Due to the Alchemist of my writing life.

Every place I lived, and there were quite a few,

Seems to have its special flower or plant…

Born in a Belgian village famous for its strawberries,

I lived for a while in a village of Haute-Provence,

Reputed for all things made from violets.

At other places, I discovered the canas.

Or else the cactus called Opuntia.

And many species on that Island so Greek 

Were growing as bad weeds,

When here they need all our care to survive.

And the fragrance of orange blossoms or jasmine…

Elsewhere,

the gnarled olive trees were old as Methuselah or older..

Okay, I am slightly exaggerating there…

However this year, I am in awe and wonder

And my hero’s are the cabbages.

There is a French children counting rhyme,

You know those tunes for kids with only

Four of the 7 notes, without speaking

Of no diesis and no flat, our French bémol…

And it goes about how to plant those marvellous crops.

The irony is that my stomach can’t stomach them.

Well, that’s life for me!

I am really found of green. The color.

O! I can’t help to think of Gainsbourg’s tune.

” Ellle a , E dans A, Laeti, Laetitia… “

When you think that Laetitia means joy!

The joy of the blue in the green

Of cabbage’s leafs…

And as the said goes by:

The beauty is in the eyes of the holder.

And this was my cabbage’song!

L’averse la plus douce qui soit…

Posted in Blogroll, answer on June 15, 2007 by clartedubois

Depuis ce midi, avant l’orage,

J’avais bien eu quelques idées me trottant dans la tête…

Les voici enfin sortant de leur ombre.

Le ciel s’assombrissait.

De plus en plus.

Rien à faire, les chiens doivent sortir.

Marre de cette grosse veste imperméable.

Tant pis, je m’en passerai,

je vais y aller comme ça.

Á peine dehors, une fine pluie, plutôt agréable

Commence à tomber…

Et voilà, l’averse est là…

La plus douce averse qu’il soit.

Le chat mort au pelage de gris velours a disparu.

C’était hier.

Et hier, je n’avais pas envie de parler de mort, ni de tristesse.

Ni de séparation, ni du silence insupportable…

Et c’est bien comme cela.

Puisque je vous dis que tout était si magnifique

Sous ce beau ciel gris.

Toutes les nuances de vert étaient ravivées…

Quelle palette extraordinaire…

Le vert dans ma vie.

Le bleu dans le vert.

Et le jaune aussi.

Mais toutes ces petites choses restaient là.

Et ne trouvaient pas le chemin pour s’exprimer…

Heureusement Essaid était d’humeur poétique.

Maintenant que mon cher poète est silencieux,

Je suis contente d’avoir quelqu’un à contredire…

Et c’est ainsi que les poètes vivent….

Et les écrivains aussi.

Et voici ce que je lui ai “dit”…

Ah! Poésie quand tu nous tiens.

La nuit a ses vertus, elle aussi.

Quand tu dois y travailler,

oui, certains métiers l’exigent…

Il peut y avoir une certaine quiétude.

Même dans un hôpital.

Où plus que le jour,

je me sentais alors accomplir

les tâche de consolation et de soulagement

pour lesquelles j’avais choisi ce travail.

Moins de querelles, moins d’ego chiffonnés.

Entre collègues stressés.

Et voir l’aube apparaître?

Ma liberté retrouvée et ce grand sourire,

cet éclat de rire que nous partagions…

L’amie complice et moi-même,

de la vie a contre-sens.

Mais vois-tu Essaid, j’aime tout.

Maintenant que ce temps-là est du passé,

je suis devenu plus diurne.

Mais oui, voyons! Les étoiles,

Les éclairs en temps d’orage

striant le ciel d’encre,

La lune faisant ces trucs de lune,

Tout cela est toujours là.

Maintenant…

J’aime toujours voir le soleil oblique

Se levant à l’Orient.

Mais que dire des couleurs comme celles

Des champs verts étincelants après une averse.

Tout est beau! Oh! Que tout est beau.

Je te remercie de me le rappeler.

Et que je suis un être d’une grande liberté,

Malgré des moyens financiers fort limités.