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    August 02

    Le viaduc de Garabit Cantal

     
     

    Le viaduc de Garabit se compose d'un tablier métallique long de 564,85 m reposant sur sept piles en fer puddlé de hauteur variable (jusqu'à 80 m pour les deux plus hautes). Les trois travées situées au-dessus de la partie la plus basse de la vallée sont soutenues par un arc d'une portée de 165 m et d'une hauteur de 52 m. La partie métallique est encadrée par deux viaducs d'accès nord et sud, en maçonnerie, de 46 m et 71 m respectivement. La hauteur au-dessus de l'étiage de la Truyère était de 122,5 m, cependant depuis la construction en 1959 du barrage de Grandval sur la Truyère, qui a entraîné la formation d'un lac de retenue de 28 km de long, le viaduc surplombe le lac de 95 m.

     
     
    June 12

    Lion

    December 05

    MUSIC 6 Anouar Brahem

    ASTRAKAN CAFE
     
     
     
    November 12

    tigris

     
     
     
    all about the river tigris
     
    August 28

    MUSLIM SUFI POETRY - You alone

     

    Suad Al- MUBARAK Al-SABAH   (1942- 

     
    You alone . . . control my history
    And write your name on the first page
    And on the third, and on the tenth,
    And on the last.
    You alone are allowed to sport with my days
    From the first century of my birth
    To the twenty-first century after love.
    You alone can add to my days what you wish
    And delete what you wish
    My whole history flows from the palms of your hands
    And pours into your palms.


    June 19

    Tennessee Williams part VII

    VII. You and I

    Who am I?

    A wounded man, badly bandaged,

    a monster among angels or angel among monsters,

    a box of questions shaken up and scattered on the floor,

     

    A foot on the stairs, a voice on a wire,

    a busy collection of thumbs that imitate fingers,

    an enemy of yours. Your lover.

     

    Text copyright © 1979 by Tennessee Williams

    June 18

    Tennessee Williams part VI

    VI. The Ice-Blue Wind

     

    Being expert on the zither

    he gave concerts twice a winter ...

     

    His fingers knew The Ice-Blue Wind

    that single score and nothing more.

     

    But what of that? It did suffice

    to close him in a wall of ice,

     

    Tinged with distance, always blue,

    which somehow warmed him through and through.

     

    Long, long after all had gone,

    and in the hall crept winter dawn,

     

    He would strike a final string,

    take a bow and proudly shin

     

    Up a column up to the roof,

    in union with The Absolute.

    June 16

    Tennessee Williams part V

     
     

    V. Wolf's hour

     

    Well, it's three A.M.

    after an hour's sleep and a blond youth who declined to stay with me.

    Wolf's hour of night is not well-spent alone.

     

    Nevertheless there is this bit of comfort:

    in my hands' curved remembrance there remains indelibly

    the unclothed flesh of the youth who refused to stay longer,

    and I could settle for less,

    God knows if not unknowing.

    June 06

    Haïku - Death

     
    DEATH
     
    I am dead again
    Dead without grave or any wreaths
    My heart still beating

    Asking God to take me there,
    Quick - without regrets, remorses.

     
     

    Galaxy Accrostic et Haïku

     
     
    M illiards years before
    I deal way was born
    L
    ook to the sky and see
    K
    nitting of shining stars
    Y
    ellow and white lights

    W alking in heaven
    A
    s much as many tokens
    Y
    ears after years it stays

    -----------------------------------------

    So far from us is
    A galaxy called Milky
    you can read it just

    In raising your eyes towards
    Sky and find the peace in heaven

     




     

     

     

    June 05

    Tennessee Williams part IV

     
     

    IV. Liturgy of Roses

     

    This is for you for whom bloom certainly roses ...

     

    and all of those doors floating open on those who have roses

    going to those who have roses, in chambers which those without roses

    possess no license to enter.

     

    Roses, all roses, the immense impartiality of all God

    and all roses,

    orifice emptying, never emptied of roses.

     

    Because you are tolerant only of those who have roses,

    Your eyes ... saying, These roses, all roses, my roses,

    Though still in the arms of those who came bearing roses.

     

    And by the same token confessing: My tongue, my tongue,

    not your body,

    my body, my body, not yours,

    while murmuring You, while continually murmuring

    You, you, you, which is translated to I

    no matter how murmured to whom.

     

     

    June 04

    Part III - TENNESSEE WILLIAMS

     
     

    III. Winter Smoke

    Winter smoke is blue and bitter:

    women comfort you in winter.

     

    Scent of thyme is cool and tender:

    girls are music to remember.

     

    Men are made of rock and thunder:

    threat of storm to labor under.

     

    Cypress woods are demon-dark:

    boys are fox-teeth in your heart.

     

    June 03

    accrostic - A letter

     
     
    A bility for a
     
    L etter to give happiness
    E ngrave words in minds
    T otal sweetness and
    T estimony of love
    E nergy of feelings
    R emain us we are alive ...
     
     
    June 02

    Tennessee Williams (part II)

     

    II. Cruising

     

    Noontime youths,

    thighs and groins tight-jean-displayed,

    loiter onto Union Square,

    junkies flower-scattered there,

    lost in dream, torso-bare,

    young as you, old as I, voicing soundlessly a cry ...

     

    Androgyne, mon amour,

    shadows of you name a price

    exorbitant for short lease.

    What would you suggest I do,

    wryly smile and turn away,

    fox-teeth gnawing chest-bones through?

     

    Even less would that be true

    than, carnally, I was to you

    many, many lives ago,

    requiems of fallen snow.

     

    Androgyne, mon amour,

    cold withdrawal is no cure

    for addiction grown so deep.

    Now, finally, at cock's crow,

    released in custody of sleep,

    dark annealment, time-worn stones

    far descending,

    no light there, no sound there,

    entering depths of thinning breath,

    farther down more ancient stones,

    halting not, drawn on until

     

    Ever treacherous, ever fair,

    at a table small and square,

    not first light but last light shows ...

    Androgyne, mon amour.

    June 01

    miss you

    MISS YOU ...

    Miss you yesterday,
    Miss you today & tomorrow
    Miss you in heaven ...

    Miss you before and after
    Miss you now and for ever

     

     
    May 31

    you and I (part 1) Tenessee Williams

     

     

     

    I. You and I

     

    Who are you?

    A surface warm to my fingers,

    a solid form, an occupant of space,

    a makeshift kind of enjoyment,

    a pitiless being who runs away like water,

    something left unfinished, out of inferior matter,

     

    Something God thought of.

    Nothing, sometimes everything,

    something I cannot believe in,

    a foolish argument, you, yourself, not I,

    an enemy of mine. My lover.

     

    May 30

    PLANES

     
     
    P owerful means of transport
    L iberation for travelling
    A nswer to your speedy life
    N oisy sometimes over our heads
    E eagle, Airbus, Concorde or Rafale ...