nobody

'A miraculous day'
I say to nobody
In particular.

awful

The awful death
Of being born
A cockroach

roses

Bone white-

The roses and 
New moon.

blackbirds

I know a man 
Who fights other men
With songs of blackbird.

alone!

Little Boat from nelson boles on Vimeo.

really

I really hate it
When the flies 
Gang up on me.

cicadas

Cicadas
On and off again,
June wind

church

Where to hide 
My ears 
From the church bell?

umbrella!

l'air de rien #161 (parapluies, le Japon) from cloudsandsea on Vimeo.

poppies!

poppies l'air de rien #160 from cloudsandsea on Vimeo.

A Man a Woman

Alors, I rented A Man and a Woman last night, and I was pleasantly surprised by it. I had seen it perhaps once or twice in the last 40 or so years since first seeing it as a pimply young boy of 15. Me, and every other kid in our French class fell in love with Anouck Aimee. So well do I remember that I was falling for an older woman. She wasn't, after all, a young Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast At Tiffany's, but a widow, sophisticated and sensuous, and French! In my young mind she possessed an almost marble-like beauty, distant and unattainable, exotic enough to make a man do something most foolish with his life.

Watching it so many years later I am now amazed at just how young she appears! It is I who is now older... Alas, .. the cruelty of Time.

Jean-Luis Trintignant is gorgeous also; a handsome man, a free and easy beauty all at once so cool and natural. The French version of Paul Newman.

The camera work is wonderful, and very poetic, unlike so much poetical which has invaded our over-sentimentalized culture especially in regards to so many things French. The music, of course, is infamous for its ability to fly us back to a time of sad and empty beaches where one could still take a Ford Mustang out at low tide with one's son to do wheelies without getting arrested.

But there are some truly awful scenes in it as well, notably with her first husband. The anecdote of Giacometti saving a cat, instead of a Rembrandt in a burning house makes a surprise visit. He chooses Life over Art in the End.  

That it was shot during the winter adds a mournful element of loss and regret which both sleep so well next to Love itself.

This is certainly Claude Lelouche's most memorable film.

tractor

In the wheat field
A tractor makes Art
All morning long.

allergies

Pretty wildflowers!
And my allergies
Detest them!

up there!

JQ743 from sundry productions on Vimeo.

nightingale

The nightingale
Of midnight,
Says: see you next year.

pace

Moving at snail's pace
Across the table,
The snail.

game

For the cricket
Its not a game-
The morning cat.

wildflowers

My rug-
A field of wildflowers
All morning.

view

For a better view
The cat jumps
Onto the table.

alphabet

The Alphabet 2 from n9ve on Vimeo.

Sunday

This is Sunday sky
Where clouds are rosary beads
And blackbirds, sinners.

ladder

For the last cherries
It seems we need 
A higher ladder.

tomato

A proud boy
Is the father of
Young tomato plants.

Flast food!

tee-shirts

Windy night,
The tee-shirts on the line
Slapping the moon.

honeysuckle

Between cow dung
And honeysuckle 
Is where I take tea.

sushi anyone?

bullfrog

Complaining
Now and then
The bullfrog.