flâneuse

Woolf called it “street haunting” 

Sophie Calle, whose celebrated career began the day that, out of boredom, she began secretly following people in the street whom she had chosen arbitrarily

Suite Vénitienne 

Flânerie, the great war reporter Martha Gellhorn told Victoria Glendinning, “is as necessary as solitude: that is how the compost keeps growing in the mind”.

This is a kind of micro-reporting, telling the world not what happened at a meeting between generals, but how much a loaf of bread mattered to an architect and his children.In her dedication to exposing misery, Gellhorn turned flânerie into testimony.

https://www.theguardian.com/cities/2016/jul/29/female-flaneur-women-reclaim-streets

many words undone

but one 

seems to always remain,

or two -

you are grateful for that.

 year

near

gone

 

 

Aqui jaz um grande poeta.

Nada deixou escrito.

Este silêncio, acredito,

são suas obras completas.»

(Paulo Leminski, La Vie en Close)

"Here lies a great poet.

Nothing left unwritten.

This silence, I believe,

are His finished works "

(Paulo Leminski, Life Close)

It's 

not

you

but love

this

too

Sometimes 

I am overwhelmed

by my

aloneness

 

a solitude that resembles

the breathless

exuberance

of  a running child.

 

Sometimes

I let it go

this 

precious

brilliant

solitude -

remains 

of which

surround me

like spent flowers

nothing

as far as

I can see

 1

a deserted street

lamplight

in the

cold dark 

____________

2

lap

cat

attached

adapting

to

you

_______________

酔ひふしのところはここか蓮の花

yoi (drunkenness) he (place) fushi (notable place)  

no (possessive)tokoro (yadori-inn) wa koko (individual) ka (?) 

basu no hana  (lotus flower)

Is this the inn of drunkenness ? lotus flower

Is this the lotus flower where the drunkard is?

Is this the place to get drunk or is it the lotus flower?

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_________________

gi di na weyn' di min

 

we are all related to each other 

 

________________

 

o nado da pata emite um brilho brilhante

 

O pato enjaulado não faz nada.
Libertem-na!
Depois, a andar, a nadar ou a voar
ela torna-se
um instrumento

luminoso
de luz

 

the paw swimming emits a brilliant glow

 

The caged duck does nothing.
Release her!
Then walking, swimming or flying
she becomes
a luminous
instrument
of light

____________________________

redundâncias de discurso

Recitar narrativas
Ter pronto um pequeno livro de contos memorizados
para usar como armadura
para proteger
o seu coração 

Recite narratives
Have ready a small book of memorised tales
to use as armor
to protect
your heart 

______________________________

"We can change the pest by not making it the last chapter"

______________________________

 

 

 

 

 simply looking

shuttered life open

optioned also

sleep

with or without

dreams

 

My mother told

how the smell of an orange

at Christmas 

delighted her

so rare there in the snow

when America was poorer

 

but really

there were many oranges 

somewhere else

a not uncommon fruit

or fragrance

 

(matter out of place)

her daughter

 

accustomed now 

to avocados

passion fruit

cannot name their season

 

Both

plentitudes

 

entering

memory 

become

canticles

to presumption

I also sing an ode to

 

the unused,

an obsolete

Transistor radio 

held to my ear

once indispensable

I  recall

isn't 

necessary at all 

 

or  a beloved  object 

 repurposed

that

At ten 

you jumped with

at seventy

used

to tie the terrace bench to the wall

against the winds

you know are coming

 

no more

no more

no less

than this

how small one life

not difficult to describe

in fact, a chorus of sounds

repetitive, not entirely original

not wholly elegaic

 

unexpectedly punctuated

by  a joy

 

not entirely revealed.

 

 

 

 

 

 first full night's sleep in ages

that feeling

of surrender

overwhelmed

beyond resistance

Waking naturally at six

with a thirst

for water and morning

cedar 

birch

acacia

it's all ground down into dust

I pine away

for spruce

yellow and spilling sap

 

on the hill

above my terrace 

eucalyptus are

leading closed lives

as immigrants do

 

while all around them

garden plots nudge

girdled cork

 

the wind distorts 

the lowing pines

as sycamore lining streets

are sheared like sheep

 

willows, willows

where are you?

 

beyond

the norfolk spines

and palms full of weevils

are camelia crowded dells,

vine-strangled, ghosts

 

I search along

a stream

for willows

finding few

 

but knew tamarisk

would be here

and poplar

 

wiping away nostalgia

 

I return to Porto

to be sweet gummed

and ginkoed

 

 

 

 

 Ariadne 

Minos' daughter

led Theseus to

slaughter

the Minotaur

her half-brother

John Virtue

Eddie Tay

they influence me

gidinawendimin

gidinawendimin

miigwech

miigwech

minobimaadiziwin

 

I pray that even I 

a foreigner

who pushed herself

to live across seas

far, far away

isolate but never alone

may send breath

back into you

words, words

my home

We are all related, we are all related, thank you, thank you, the good life

 

 

An epistemic bubble is a social epistemic structure in which other relevant voices have been left out, perhaps accidentally. An echo chamber is a social epistemic structure from which other relevant voices have been actively excluded and discredited.

 

an echo of

seas

valleys

 

breaking glass

the past

 

cardinal

cormorant

galinha

 

have begun

each one

their

 

revolutionary

flight of

the ordinary

 

encircling

 

a person

a planet

a star

 

 

 

gaivotas

gallinas

pavões

pombos
papagaios
patos

pessoas
no parque
pássaros
passeando

___________

flores caídas à volta da camélia

 

 

wet from rain

old blooms ring

the camelia

a circle

of brilliant pink

beautiful and dying

in the fading winter light

 Gimikwenden ina?

 Do you remember

that even smashed it's reassembled.

Someone bring the glue.

You, too, glue yourself together.

__________________________

 

“The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story.”

― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie 

 

 

___________________________

 

 

I showed you the word.

You said 

It's just a word. 

Words don't mean anything.

 

Have you no respect for the letters, one following another, that have to hold so much?

 

Gimikwended ina?

 

I took the tablets I made to commemorate

 

minobimaadizin

 

and struck them down. 

What right have I to that word?

 

It rarely snows here,

so my tears will have to fall like rain.

My tears here are equally cold, but without their white-starred complexity.

I simply weep here, a salty sea

for every one and thing suffering everywhere.

 

 

 ________________________________________

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't want to be your relative, family of man, 

said the sheep.

You are a family full of murderous intentions, arrogant and ungrateful.

 

Leave us be, 

said the clouds.

We aren't interested in your revelatory self-reflections.

 

Calma, calma,

said the far-off stars.

They are each briefly bright before they dim to nothingness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

grutas, gritos
unem-nos
ruínas, risos
elevam-nos
sorrisos sórdidos
fazem-nos 

chorar 

mas
sob os soluços
somos sempre

um coro de cores

_______________

caves, screams
unite us
ruins, laughter
lift us up
sordid smiles
make us 

weep

but
under sobs
we are always

a chorus of colors
 

 Long ago,

I made memories

to help me through

that  never really 

made me safe.

Those I've lost,

tossed them

on a fire, with 

ancestor

lies,

mean friends

and cruel men.

I'm sure I'm not through.

More fires to come. A winter's worth of flames! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I notice

as I age

that

the spaces within

begin to fill,

not always 

wisely.

I find

cruelty,

pettiness,

envy. 

The uncertain nature of life

begins

to nudge death,

complaining.

Yet my own

happiness,

small bird,

fledged,

takes flight,

never surrenders.