Author: Samuel Buchoul

May 24, 2016

The other night,
I dream, or almost,
and a text,
comes to my closed eyes.

May 13, 2016

Springs have passed, by the dozens, but I don’t notice them anymore. Last night, she jumps around to reach the balcony as we hear the rain crackling the panels.

April 28, 2016
April 12, 2016
March 17, 2016

Original mon or.

De près, de loin, de nuit, de jour, original mon or à l’esprit, obsession introspective, maladie invisible. Horizon gris nuage, petits succès de parcours imperceptibles, I am on a race of a kind, a race of my own.

March 17, 2016

Original my gold.

From afar, from close, by night, by day, original my gold on my mind, introspective obsession, invisible disease. Grey-cloud horizon, little imperceptible successes on my path, I am on a race of a kind, a race of my own.

January 28, 2016

Judging by its ingredients, the alchemy of Derrida and Law was all but assured. In 1949, the young Jackie Derrida, freshly arrived in Paris from Algeria, opted for studies in philosophy as he believed to be unequipped to tackle the classics, logical pathway for the passionate reader of literature and aspiring writer whom he was…

December 23, 2015

Un moment n’est pas intrinsèquement plus long ou plus court qu’un siècle, sauf s’il est mis en relation avec un élément de conscience par lequel il est possible d’établir sa direction et de mesurer sa durée … Et pourtant, le temps humain est la seule unité de mesure que nous comprenons.

– Alain Daniélou

December 23, 2015

A moment is not intrinsically longer or shorter than a century, except in relation to an element of consciousness by which it is possible to establish its direction and measure its duration… Yet human time is the only unit of measure that we can understand.

– Alain Daniélou

January 8, 2015

Deuil national, bégaiements médiatiques, drapeaux en berne et millions sans précédents pour des centaines de marches solidaires silencieuses. La France a été touchée, où ça fait mal. Et même ses membres les plus éloignés, volontiers confidents de leurs détachements patriotiques, doivent reconnaitre à quel point ses nerfs restent vifs – moi aussi, j’étais et je suis choqué…