The other night,
I dream, or almost,
and a text,
comes to my closed eyes.
The other night,
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.
The words called, they were looking for you.
Please Father forgive our sins.
Irony of our existences — I started praying.
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.
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…
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
National mourning, stuttering media, flags at half-mast and unprecedented millions over hundreds of silent solidarity walks. France has been hit, where it hurts. And even its remotest members, overconfident of their patriotic detachment, must acknowledge how lively its running nerves still remain – I, too, was and am shocked…
This will just take a couple minutes of your time. Not of theirs. November, December, a couple of months, months of the couples in the sub-continent. This weekend, a few of my friends are getting married. A couple. Of couples. Twice coupled, ‘fastened together’ (Latin: co-apere), together respectively, one to one other. But together, the four of them, the same weekend…