Monday, June 26, 2006

Pipelines and drains

If you've ever wondered what it's like to be in pipelines and drains, check these photos of Andrew, very talented friend of Teri (who just had a story published in Strong Words Anthology). The lighting and composition of the photos are very dramatic, mysterious, and full of symbolic elements such as tunnels, repetitive circles, holes, water, etc. I like photos where lines, shapes, movements are not only beautifully balanced but create moods, and challenge the imagination into different levels of interpretations.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Your lynx eyes, Asia

It is your lynx eyes, Asia,
That spied something in me,
Teased it out, occult
And born of stillness,
Oppressive and difficult
Like the noon heat in Termez
As though pre-memory's years
Flowed like lava into the mind...
As if I were drinking my own tears
From a stranger's cupped hands.

Anna Akhmatova - Selected poems - Translated from Russian by D.M. Thomas

Thanks Ann and Brigid for recommending this great poet.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Dinner in our garden

Fifteen of us in the backyard. The grilled eggplant glides in the mouth, a succulent chunk of sealed flavour. It bursts as teeth dig in, then it melts, a sensual journey down the throat. Salads, fresh, crisp, cool the heat. Giggles, glasses of wine half emptied. "With the first child," someone says, "you take the kid to the hospital after a sneeze. With the second one, the kid's arm is twisted, hanging limp and you say, go to bed dear, it will get better tomorrow." Hysterical laughter. The night unfolds. The breeze sweeps away a frown, a pursed lip. Faces, foliage and clematis stars softly outlined by candlelight, look mysterious, yet familiar. Personalities shift in the shadows, searching release. New friendships bubble. Some weave stronger ties. It is a good night.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Creative writing grads

Thank you Michael Winter
for being my mentor.
Six creative writing certificate grads
reading, celebrating
with family, friends, teachers.
On a long table, fresh smoked salmon,
sliced wraps with goat cheese and tomatoes
and much more to amuse the palate.
Impressive, some say.
There's a poet, a story with a bomb drill,
another's life in Indonesia.
One has been in prison in Iran,
and already signed contracts
with publishing companies.
It is not so for all of us.
I have so much to write about
and miles to go before I sleep.
Yeah ... thanks Robert Frost.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Ma tristesse

Ne me demande pas d'où me vient ma tristesse.
Ne me demande rien, tu ne comprendrais pas.
En découvrant l'amour, je frôle la détresse.
En croyant au bonheur, la peur entre en mes joies.


Extrait de Retiens La Nuit (Charles Aznavour/Georges Garvarentz) chanté par Johnny Halliday

Don't ask me why I'm sad.
Don't ask me, you won't understand.
When I find love, distress brushes against me.
When I believe in happiness, fear mingles with joy.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Taking photos in Montreal











Montreal was sunny with a cool breeze. Perfect weather to stroll along the cobblestoned streets and take photos with my cousin Philip and his friends Annie and Sébastien. Philip is a photography teacher, the kind everybody loves. His passion for photography, the way he'll enthuse about the quality of light, about lines leading to an object, about how to catch people in a natural pose, makes me want to keep clicking. It is gratifying to practise immediately what I'm learning. As if framing a picture to capture the essence of the moment is a blissful state of wonder.