Many might wonder why I continue to breakfast in cafés Since increasingly I can’t tolerate the noise. Why do Americans talk so loud? What do we have to say? (An Italian told me that Italians are loud talkers too.) … Read More ›
Listening for the Unconscious
There are women who are horses
There are women who are horses, there are women who are ships. There are men who are horses, there are women who are fish. Children whirl like helicopters, evading every kiss. And dogs who like lobster into butter can be… Read More ›
le triangle de son nez (the wedge of her nose)
English versions may be found below the French. Ces cinq petits poèmes ont été rédigés très tôt un matin après avoir pris le train à travers les Alpes depuis Genève et dîné dans un restaurant du quartier Città Studi de… Read More ›
A Thanksgiving dream
While sharing a hotel room with my son Nearing the end there were just two Running through fields, slightly uphill. An exhausted me, perhaps, arms outstretched, As to a loving parent not just ahead? And a final turn… Read More ›
I had placed my hopes in aporia
Une version en français se trouve en-dessous. Toutes suggestions, rectifications et améliorations sont les bienvenues ! Touching the lame, the healer finds a warmth he had never known before. We write now knowing that we don’t know what to… Read More ›
Guston Presidents Cartoons Questions?
Reblogged from Zeteo! In a number of Philip Guston’s more than 100 cartoon-style drawings of Richard Nixon, which are currently on view at the Hauser & Wirth gallery in New York City, the former President’s nose and jowls are… Read More ›
A dream is the fulfillment of a wish
LISTENING FOR THE UNCONSCIOUS August 2013 [click for pdf] Carolyn has written me again, to my great pleasure, and I do not think she needs further introduction to Montaigbakhtinian readers. Let me just copy her words as if this were… Read More ›
