helter skelter

irrelevant sound track this am:

www.everythingthathappens.com

byrne & eno

(get a free song)

cheers!

quelqu'un vit ici/someone lives here

métro+ december

sur le quai parmi

les clodos un jeune

a encore une guitare

haîku moon/lune

trottoirs mouillés ciel

gris bleu chien loup

une fenêtre deux étoiles

haîku nuit hiver

pluie froid

bitume noir miroir

gants esseulés sur les trottoirs

voyage/journey

mini théâtre II - petit exersice

contrainte: deux personnages, un verre d'eau. au début le verre est plein, en fin de scène il est vide

bruit de casse en coulisses

LEAF

jeeesus! mon aquarium!

(il accourt, le poisson entre ses mains gouttant d'eau, avise le verre)

LEAF

ah!

(déverse le poisson dans le verre, sort. on entend des bruits de verre balayé côté cour)

(puis, côté jardin:)

ME

leaf? tu es là.  (il entre) ... chaud dehors! chaud étouffant! ... soif.

(il avise le verre)

ME

aaaah!

un homme beau comme

ondaatje en chemise d'hôpital

la rue l'hiver

for leo II

the little she elephant came with leo from india. she is named 

babyia and leo knew her as such, she's not just any little she elephant.

the flower is named ellebore - or rose de noël - it is to honor him

and to bloom on

for leo elison, this day

NY II

New York sous le soleil, cette fois

NY I

walk by the pond with lydia 7 nov 08

a quote/louise eldrich

"So, Grandma Ignatia said, I married instead a man who hadn't an ounce of spare flesh, a man who hated the color blue and never wore it, a man whose sisters liked me. I lived with him for fifty-seven years, didn't I, and the two of us had eight children. Adopted twenty. Raised every kind of animal that you can think of, didn't we, and grew our corn and oats, and every fall dug out hills of potatoes. We picked wild rice, and now and then we shot a deer from off the back porch, and, yes, we fed our children good, didn't we?"

(last words from) -THE FAT MAN'S RACE, BY LOUISE ELDRICH, IN THE NEW YORKER

eric jaehnke mixing @ le look

café le look, 17 rue martel 75010 paris. jeudi 13 novembre de 21h à 1h. 

vous êtes invités

4th nov. ct'd/suite

sam and abigail

on the way to the white house

THE 4th of november!!!

bye bye paris (pronounce in french)

bye juliela!

today's/grafitti/du jour

misc., fortuitous

subway, pm

fortuitous installation on my desk

last words/Red Cloud aka Makhpia-sha

derniers mots du livre de Dan O'Brien que je lis depuis des semaines, "The Indian Agent", suite de "The Contract Surgeon" que j'ai cité précédemment

Between them lay a body but the men looked at each other. [...]  

... an old man, wrapped in a shaby blanket with a dirty shawl covering his grey hair. [...] 

... and when Red Cloud pulled the scarf away to reveal the face of Clearance Looking Dog, a ghastly wail rose and filled the field of death. [...]

The terrible wail frightened McGillicuddy and his eyes searched for the source. But when he looked to Red Cloud, the old chief's lips were pursed and silent against the cold. My God! The wail increased in intensity and Red Cloud's eyes went wide and awestruck. My God. It's me.

pour le son, myspace.com/redcloud - for the homonimy and today's native voice

that's the real Red Cloud, above

and the real Valentine McGillycuddy