South #TheDailyPost

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Down South is your secret garden, and I hold the key,

Thus, I live in fear, of the jealous gods, of the cruel demons,

For they cannot approach the magic gate:

You can imagine their fury, they cannot suffer

To see this simple mortal, enjoy the

Forbidden fruits, all the way, 

Down South.

 

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Buddy #TheDailyPost #amwriting

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(S)he follows me everywhere: in these pages, at the gym, at the supermarket, on the long walks on the Downs, in airports, in the canyons… His – or her – face has changed a little in time, but not that much. It may have been someone I knew, long ago, or just the sum of many people, met here and there, in crowded stations, at school, on the battlefield: who knows?

(S)he haunts the cities I visit, seeking inspiration. It’s always about her/him. And (s)he knows it, revels in it, who could be more important than her/him, the character at the centre of everything this fool writes?

Survival #TheDailyPost #amwriting

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April was a blessing, a trip to a far away and remote country we love, meeting fascinating people, and that reflective time that a writer always needs. Of course there was the challenge, but we had planned for it. It was fun.

The truth is that we did not write anything of substance for a year. I say “we”, because the “characters” – I see them as some kind of spirits, the kachinas of this occult art – did not contribute much either, and so it is only fair to include them. There were titbits of flash fiction, the beginning of a plan that led nowhere…

In brief, the rot had set in. But once back to this crowded little island, ideas came to the surface, en masse. And now, there is a structure slowly emerging. The characters are taking shape, their souls are stirring.

Ha! Creation… The old Scrivener has been taken out of mothballs. No longer survival time, but Renaissance!

Stroll #TheDailyPost

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Viktoria Park

I just dreamed about it, we were there, and on the first morning we walked in the park nearby. It’s exactly as we imagined – or remembered – a cool island in the middle of the city, early joggers, people taking in the fresh air, reading on benches, discussing their plan for the day with friends.

And then there is the cascade, and the god at the bottom, near the usually busy street. We walked past it, followed the avenue, at that time of the morning there was yet little traffic. We came back through the quiet street that leads to the “quartier”, and took the stairs.

When I woke up, you were still asleep. I was in a different city, an hour behind the one I’d just left. It was time to make coffee, and look again at the floor plan. We will get there won’t we?

Image: Neptune, Viktoria Park, Berlin Kreuzberg, © Honoré Dupuis

Hope #TheDailyPost

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You said the change will do us good. I was not so sure, but now we have to do it, no turning back. You may well be right: the city of Faust may be  just what we need…

What we need to revive the flame, to forget the past, to erase certain memories…

And then we will walk, hand in hand, along the tree-lined streets, past haunted dwellings, as if nothing had ever happened, just a couple of lovers, taking in the Spring air, in a city that saw so much worse…

… than a couple of murderers on the run…

Image: House 3 Providence RI 1976, © Francesca Woodman

Abandoned #TheDailyPost

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It’s a hidden place, not hidden from view, for it is in full view, anyone walking past can see it. But, perhaps, not look at it. So, for us, it is close to perfection: an urban corner unlikely to be disturbed by developers and other real estate thieves… A very quiet place, for those, like us, who like roaming at night, past doors long forgotten, climbing silently strange stairways no longer fit for humans…

 

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Crossroads #TheDailyPost

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We came to many, sometime as one, more often from different roads: yet we kept trying.

This is different, the land is elsewhere, the colours of the desert, and we only have a choice of two, for this is no cross, only a fork.

So which one do you want?

On the left is the unknown, there we have to trust, more than ever, obscure destiny…

On the right is certain death, a sweet reassurance, all in good time…

She chose obscurity.

 

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Earth #TheDailyPost

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“We’ll be fine here,” she says, looking to the horizon and the melting ochres of the desert. I acquiesce: not only this is a blessed land, but we also know the people here, they are our friends, they have adopted us, and they will bury us according to the rites.

“And you see, this little house, this is so much better than the stupid apartments we spent fortunes on in the city!” The house is simple, thick natural walls, a little nest against the cliff, invisible from the ground…

And far away from the noxious fumes and radioactive dust of what is left of civilisation…

Photo: Walnut Canyon cliffs and ancient Pueblo dwellings, Arizona © Honoré Dupuis 2016

Locked #TheDailyPost

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What made us so sure about the city? Was it the memories of our many encounters there? Or was it, for each of us, the ghosts of others, of others touching, kissing, hurting?

But it no longer matters, for there we will soon be, closer than ever, from dawn to dusk, and, in-between, haunting those streets, hardly noticed by the living, under the light of an icy moon…

Help #TheDailyPost

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It’s no surprise “they” hate you, the establishment, the unctuous banksters, all those who have betrayed the people for many decades, destroying our dreams, our homes, killing us. They will use all their weapons to vilify you, and those close to you, they have a long tradition of this: it’s just that this time, many of us listen to you rather than to them.

Yes, you need our help. We understand this over here: honesty, and bluntness, can be so easily rebuked, truths denied, falsehoods erected as gospel: war is peace, freedom is slavery. It has all been written long ago.

Yet there is a chance. The old continent is stirring. Those criminals in our streets won’t roam free for much longer, and those liars who negotiate with them will meet their fate. And they won’t like it.