By what you perceive as idleness, flitting,I work, in reality, for the completeness of my being. Idleness: I observe the abacus of life under unexpected
Étiquette : creativity
Article Shelter
I write, one step at a time,I walk with a pen in my hand. On a pathless paper,I meander in letters of laces. My bag
Writing Initiates
Writing initiates the passage through the mental spectrumof a fine-toothed comb. Cornering statement,A salvation escape in the breach of light that is taking shapethrough an
Creating Reality : A Child’s Play
From childhood, we retain a fairly fine habit of integrating new skills. It is a playful, quite refined, integrated, internalized reflex that underlies some of
Music / Spirituality
The same holds true for music and spirituality.It is possible to have read all music manuals, every article about counterpoint, to know it all about
Laying Hands
I realize the beauty of a job consisting in laying my hands on something, and letting them takeAn animal, a wooden board, a human body,
A Wolf, At Night
You’re blowing the squalls of magnetic particles,they infiltrate my mind, steal me from the presentthey flatten my inner landscapes to the boardwhere the absence of
Body Wisdom
There is a form of violence that I apply to myself.It occurs at night, when I struggle with what appears as a wake-up phase I
Newtonian Desire And Our Celestial Bodies
Desire is the magnetic power which keeps together the composing elements of our ‘self ‘.In proportion to its intensity, it joins and packs with more or
The Writer And The Text
Which of the text or the author is the broadest ? I thought for a long time that the text was always wider than the
Notes On Note-Taking
Writing is the alibi for inner life. Life emerges on the sheet’s surface. The paper outlet offers inner life a reason for being. Even though,
Opening to Another World
Letting life unfold means des-inventing ourselves.Day in, day out, allowing the densified clusters of our emulated personality To crumble back to dust, enjoying the winds
See-Through Paint
All along these pages of practice,I could say that successive layers of paint appear…The yellowish ego starts showing through.Could it all be painted with the
Tell me, why do you even talk ?
Among all this illusory unfurling of existence, what is the role of language ?Is it the raw materials, the necessary supply to set all connected
Writing a Way Out
The writing process is never complex. This does not mean anything.The complexity lies in the processes that the writer describes, not in the writing itself.
Notes & Silence 