"Les ombres, les flambeaux, les cris et le silence..."

Le mouvement et l'immobile, le mortel et l'immortel,

les cris et le silence... et les ombres.

 

[Jean Racine, Britannicus, Acte II, sc. 2]

[la photo a été empruntée à cette adresse : http://happydays.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/06/11/blind-spot/...]

Et dire que je suis en train de rater ça...!

 

 

http://elseneur.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/20/heim.ht...

 

"Il n'y a pas de grande destinée sans un peu de mélancolie"

"C'est un petit matin comme tu les aimes"

"Comme on les aimait, quoi !"

 

 

While you were sleeping

 

"while you were sleeping
the babies grew
the stars shined and the shadows moved
time flew, the phone rang
there was a silence when the kitchen sang
its songs competed like kids for space
we stared for hours in our maker's face
they gave us picks
said go mine the sun
and go gold and come back when you're done
while you were sleeping
you tossed, you turned
you rolled your eyes as the world burned
the heavens fell, the earth quaked
i thought you must be, but you weren't awake
no, you were sleeping
you ignored the sun
you grew your power garden
for your little ones
and you found brides for them on christmas eve
they hung young cain from the adam trees
and danced
while you were sleeping
i tossed and i turned
til i closed my eyes
but the future burned
through the planet turned a hair gray
as i relived the day
while you were sleeping
the money died
machines were harmless and the earth sighed
through the wind you slept sound
and gravity caught my love around
the ocean rose, sang about decay
while witches flew
and the mermaids stayed
full of dreams, you overslept
and keeping with quiet, through the walls i crept
i walked on tiptoe, sent darkness swirling over all the kitchen in the early morning
i'll never catch up to you
who sleeps so sound
my arms are useless
my heart beats too loud to go to sleep
my mind's too proud to bow out
while you were sleeping
the time changed
all your things were rearranged
your vampire mirrors face to face
they saw forever out into space
and found you dreaming in black and white
while it rained in all the colors of the night
i watched the tvs
memories
championships
vanished to sea
could it be, my honey between you and me
so i waited for the riddled sky
to be solved again by sunrise
and i've made a death suit for life
for my father's ill widowed wife
did you have that strangest dream before you woke
cos in your gown you had the butterfly stroke
did it escape you like some half told joke?
when you reached for your plume of smoke
it'll haunt you, my honey bee
anyone who is anyone has that same dream
were you falling
were you flying
and were you calling out
or were you dying
thank god you're up now
let's stay that way
else there'll be no mornings
and no more days
cos when we're dreaming
our babies grow
the sun shines
and the shadows flow
time flies
the phone rings
there is a silence
and everybody tries to sing"

http://elseneur.blogspirit.com/archive/2007/06/19/while-y...

Obscurité

"Je crois que les hommes ont en général encore un peu peur de l'obscurité, malgré la pendaison de toutes les sorcières, et l'introduction du Christianisme et des chandelles".

H.D. Thoreau, Walden ou La vie dans les bois, 1854.

"C'est la Mort qui console, hélas! et qui fait vivre"

Dans le cimetière de Tadoussac, si l'on prend le temps de détacher les yeux de la mer pour s'arrêter sur les pierres tombales moussues, on ne peut qu'être touché par le nombre de tombes de jeunes gens, et souvent de très jeunes enfants. Perdues dans les hautes herbes, certaines sont carrément oubliées, couchées, brisées, délavées par le temps. Je ne peux pas m'empêcher de relever les émouvants, fragiles, et désormais obsolètes "à la mémoire de" et les "priez pour elle".

Je suis historienne, c'est mon travail de conserver la mémoire des gens.

Et c'est aussi un peu plus que cela.

Il pleut sur la verrière du musée des Beaux-Arts

Mais il reste les heures

J'en ai passé des heures, à écouter ça en boucle, en relisant le bouquin encore et encore. Selon le moment, selon l'humeur du jour, selon le contexte et le temps qu'il faisait, j'étais tour à tour l'une ou l'autre, et ça me reprend parfois, à l'heure des bilans, ou lorsque le vin est un peu traître.

"May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!"