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Quand j'etais un petit garconQuand j’étais un petit garçon j’allais chez mes grands-parents après l’école, car mes deux parents travaillaient toute la soirée – notre famille étant de la classe sociale modeste. J’étais très proche de ma grand-mère, une vieille femme anglaise avec un accent prononcé, qui, parce qu’elle fumait, semblait vingt ans plus âgée qu’elle était vraiment. Elle me regardait, pendant que mon grand-père était quelque peu froid ; un grand homme italien, fatigué et brûlé après la guerre. Nous ne parlions pas jusqu’àQuand j'etais un petit garcon
by ~Tractates
the Language of HandsSelections from the exposition logbook of Dr. Peter J. Edwards:the Language of Hands
March 15, When I arrived at the dig site I thought the team was only at its initial stage. If it were not for my trained eye, I would say there was no site, as they had thus far not uncovered one artefact, not one bone or bead. But there were man-made structures, on closer inspection; a few stone hallways with smooth finely cut walls, freshly uncovered by busy interns. It has been a few days now and we have made considerable progress. We’ve gone from simple corridors to signs of civilisation. We have found just a few rooms, with dismal furnish
by ~Tractates
Upon a windowsill...Upon a windowsill was a plant that grew downward. It grew downward out of depression. For through the window it would watch the plants outside growing wild and free in the sun and rain. Eventually its vines grew so long and heavy that it fell off of the windowsill.Upon a windowsill...
When it landed, soil splattered everywhere. And among shrivelled brown leaves and the shattered pieces of a planter lay a broken and twisted vine, but no note.
by ~Tractates
I met a girl...I met a girl on the eve of winter on the shore of a lake called Ephraim, and we were like giants by the water, as she removed her blouse without shame. On her right breast she had tattooed Death. I began to speak as we undressed, but she told me: “Say it not with your breath”, so I stopped my tongue, and we caressed. She had Truth tattooed on her left breast. She said: “the Tetragrammaton is love”. With that I was no longer dispossessed and afterwards she was all I thought of. By that water was the death of my youth, &I met a girl...
by ~Tractates
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