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Paul Éluard

Paul Éluard's grave in Père Lachaise Cemetery

Elle est debour sur mes paupières
Et ses cheveux sont dans les miens,
Elle a la forme de mes mains,
Elle a la couleur de mes yeux,
Elle s'engloutit dan mon ombre
Comme une pierre sur le ciel.
Elle a toujours les yeux ouverts
Et ne me laisse pas dormir.
Ses rêves en pleine lumière
Font s'évaporer les soleils,
Me font rire, pleurer et rire,
Parler sans avoir rien à dire

(tr. by Samuel Beckett)
She is standing on my lids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the colour of my eye
She has the body of my hand
In my shade she is engulfed
As a stone against the sky
She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to say

and on that tender note, folks, here are some France photos! I tossed them up quickly so forgive any typos! More to come!



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Jul. 1st, 2007 09:21 pm (UTC)
It's very striking that you should choose Eluard for the main picture. How many Americans have even heard of him, apart from those who know Poulenc's musical settings!!??

I loved the pictures. They reminded me that there are still plenty of places in Paris I have yet to visit.

Those glasses are really cute. The cigarette between your fingers...... not so much ;)
Jul. 1st, 2007 09:22 pm (UTC)
i have suddenly become obsessed with him...... i want to absorb everything he wrote from poetry to politics.

and i am working on the cigarette thing still........ ugh :(
Jul. 1st, 2007 11:35 pm (UTC)
Cigarettes and Paris
It's been a while, but as I recall there are/were few people who didn't smoke in Paris. There is just something about sitting at a bistro table sipping a drink and watching people that lends itself to smoking; you have plenty of time to quit when you return to the US and the intolerant masses who will make you feel like an addict.

In the mean time you appear to have not lost any vital capacity as you roamed the region. Thank you for sharing the pictures, particularly those of the tomb of Abelard & Heloise; I had no idea that their remains were together. I do hope you know that kind of love and that your lover is spared the castration.

I loved the art at the Erotisme; it appears you did too. I have no idea whether you are still in the south of France, but if possible swing by Le Coste in Avignon; I believe it is near Marseille. Maybe you will encounter the Marquis' ghost.
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don't fear death
melissa muses (or maia, you choose)


wandering does not make you a "gypsy."
why would you call yourself
after those who have no home?
long skirts and hoop earrings
do not make you a "gypsy."
why do you call yourself after
those who have no clothes?

"gypsy" is pejorative. please don't perpetuate the stereotype. educate yourself on what it really means to be a "gypsy" in this world.

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Decade of Roma Inclusion

Dženo Association

European Roma Rights Centre

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