Tuesday 22 December 2009

essential

"(...) France que mon coeur aimer doit"
Charles d'Orléans


Normally I do not care that much
if my language's spoken or not
I know that I will be diving
in it next time in Paris
but there's no time this time
the tunnel got stuck:
some hot on cold or cold on hot
with metal? (I'm not too sure and who cares?
This is the work of the engineers)
and I fear I cannot breathe, I fear I cannot breathe
as I have not reached the island, my island of France
and I feel like the poet, ages ago, who was made a prisonner
and saw France from Dover.

"We continue to strongly advise customers whose journeys are not essential not to travel"
Now you define essential.

So nice so far

about a friend's recent move to Wales

She tells me it's another country
the language is difficult she says
she explains the changes at the beginning of words
but she loves it
another time scale she says
-like in my village I say.
No one rushes back after lunch
people in Oxford don't have the time
for me she adds I'm honey-mooning
everything's so nice so far

Sunday 20 December 2009

Saturday 5 December 2009