Sunday, December 12, 2010

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Kouros of Thebes

In Jean-Clarence Lambert



Look at the smile of Kouros

comma placed horizontally on the horizon

large white eyes like suns


Dawn

sounds of life

r

bold blue-green algae in the clearing


We collect dew

of his mouth

sun and moon in the sky

white sheets hanging in the near


We collect dew

in grass fields

invent gardens


Signs in the middle of Time Lines

white expanse

Time

white expanse

- Mother comes on the horizon -

prayer of the stars hitting our temples


We live in a book of emblems,

a very old book with yellowed pages of emblems by the summer


Mother comes on the horizon ,

Kouros has


Sophie comes and leads us to eat the meal

two oaks their branches entangled by love


- Opening raised lip color blood passes happiness!


signs invented the ground and traded at sky

Singles simple and clear to the moon to the sun


Look at the smile of Buddha

or Archangel Michael

the portal of Notre Dame


A mother, a virgin

a virgin mother appears

and dining offers words of the poet

since time immemorial

Words are signs of rising right

spring and through the evil

Words are signs thrown

to the moon to the sun


Signs in prayer with the Stars

raised right on the sand of the page to save

Osiris Dionysus or Nommo, the

twin god Dogon

shredded by his father,

Amma, the creator god


Play

Day Night

Naked


On the summits,

a flock of birds singing winds

the names of men that they forget about

and that the gods return to their dining table


Agape!

Agape!

spasm of hearts !

Brouhaha!


Birds sing in the wind the names of men

the return of the gods

a woman bring them food


- Spasm of the land, blowing the lips!


While the waters make their nests at our feet,

a child from Eastern approaches us and says

:

"We do not master anything,

everything is in balance throughout. "


The statue of a Kouros smiles to life from time immemorial

The statue of a Kouros smiles to life from time immemorial

The statue of a Kouros smile to life from time immemorial


A child is born,

one from among the others for his mother

piece of clay thrown into space


The cry

primal scream

opening of the body like never

even after orgasm


Jet clay

movement culminating stopped in its tracks


A child is born,

its shadow is projected onto

a sundial in the center of a labyrinth


It is noon

it is midnight

Thursday, December 9, 2010

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The traveler and the ascetic

Saint Simeon Stylites the


A traveler reaching the outskirts of a city

happens to a monk who meditates on his door.

Ask the traveler, questions, words, how is the city

, say, how is the city, saying how?

The ascetic answered, and how, last voyage?

The traveler replied, horrible

the ascetic answered, again.


Another traveler arrives at the outskirts of the city,

crosses the ascetic meditating at his door.

The traveler asks, how

says is the city, say, how is the city, saying how.

The ascetic answered, and how, last voyage?

The traveler replied, magnificent,

the ascetic replied, again, the ascetic

meets here, too.


A traveler reaching the edge of an ascetic

happens to a city that meditates on his door.

Ask the traveler, questions, words, how

is the ascetic say, how is the ascetic, tell how.

The city responds, and how, through the last?

The traveler replied, horrible

the city responds, again, the city responds

here too

the city meets here, too.


Another city, arriving on the outskirts of an ascetic,

crosses the traveler who meditates on his door.

Queries the city, questions, words, how is the ascetic

, say, how is the ascetic, tell how.

The traveler replied, and how, through the last? The city responds

beautiful

The traveler replied, again, the traveler meets

here too

the traveler meets here too

the traveler meets here, too.


Thus intersecting

every hour

traveler, city and ascetic

like schools of fish under the sea,

without anyone imagine that

city is the dream of

traveler and the traveler is the dream of the ascetic.


I wrote this poem,

today, December 12, 2010.

In a few days

another as I write the same.


On the road, crossing the

us both, we will pretend

not recognize us.





Saturday, December 4, 2010

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And life goes by ... Born


Wow!
From here just a few days of 2010 is behind us ...
a year, in my case has been full of surprises of any kind. A year
certainly have me allowed to evolve as a woman and as a human. Life is not always easy but she knows we still reserve these surprises when we least expect it does ... :) I thank God for putting people on my route so wonderful ... I thank my wisdom have made sure that I have people who poisoned me there and I trust that life for it deals with these people I am Remote hoping we meet again under better terms.

On this day of Sabbath I am thoughtful but optimistic that I'm good I have a heart filled with hope ... Life is good, life is a gift ... my life is what I want to do well!

Good Sabbath!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

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an October evening in Ottawa!

But no! But no! I'm actually born here in Quebec ... I'll explain. Of course I'm already up on stage to play roles, but this time it was totally different because I had to do the reading two of my poems and for the first time in public. I always had the habit of asking the opinion of my writing that 2 or 3 of my friends only ... I never thought would have the courage to stand before an audience for them to share my thoughts, to open my heart, etc ... I felt like I put myself literally naked. Long ago that I had not felt so vulnerable I swear.






So a friend of mine who, after insistence, convinced me to dive. I have long hesitated but then I remembered one of my principles of life is to live each day as if it were the last. I wondered what good write all those texts and poems except to share just a few close friends. So I therefore presented in Ottawa last Saturday, October 30 with heart pounding and my book written under his arm, praying God to give me the strength and courage but also hoping that my words could reach these people that would be moved to come hear me.

Standing behind the microphone first so I recited a poem whose last words are ... just waiting to indulge you!. And then, suddenly, in a spontaneous impulse, I see all these people who get up to applaud. I could not believe my eyes! I saw these people standing to applaud the little girl came to Montreal to open his heart. By their reaction I realized that they also understood me. We were one and the same time I remember thinking that something should change in my life and that their reaction was a sign that I expected but I thanked God for giving me the gift to touch people with my poetry. It was a Saturday evening when the snow fell gently through the streets of the nation's capital ... And during that time within the Orange Gallery was a poet in the world!

Stéphany C

Sunday, October 31, 2010

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A New Creation: GOD IN THE DETAILS

The jaw 36 begins a new creation based on the novel of Mary Depussé: God lies in the details, La Borde, an asylum. . This is a show on the theme of madness, especially in the psychiatric clinic La Borde, a place of refuge in every sense of the term, where living together is constantly requestionnée through freedom of movement both in physical locations in space and intimacy.

This creation will be born in November 2011 at TGP Frouard (54)

A reading will take place on 11/17/2010 at 19pm at ACPC Vandoeuvre.
More info on the following link:
http://n-letters.blogspot.com/2010/10/17-novembre-2010-lecturemise-en-espace.html



Research Residency around God lies in the details, July 2010, La Fabrique, Nancy.

Monday, October 25, 2010

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FREEDOM!



I got what I want but not What I Need


're No Longer in my arms I only see you in my

dreams for a moment I saw that spark in your eyes

I felt your heart beat for me

For a moment I thought you and me ...



I understand you now You for remote

But I liked ...

One day maybe you will understand one day maybe ...

I do not want to fight anymore I is not got the heart

I need not do it, I know my value



finally I enjoy the freedom of my words and my actions I have no

afraid to assert myself without fear of his repression

Lyrics destructive to me once destroyed are things of the past
marks his hands on my frail arms were also erased

I broke my chains and I am relieved of all its insanities



I am now a proud woman full of plans and aspirations

I found my independence and joie de vivre that characterizes me

I'm finally ready to begin a new chapter of my story

Time will prove me right, my tears n have developed my passions extinct

I'm only master of this life that is mine.

Monday, September 27, 2010

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Waiting for the one ...

The days goes by and I Realize That I'm hoping (way more than I thought) to finally get this man step into my life and become my friend, my lover, my husband and the father of my childrens... I'm hoping for this true love and I now feel ready to have this commitment towards a man. I feel that God will makes him cross my road anytime soon... I just can't wait to meet him, to cherish him, to love him ,to please him, to support him...I can't wait to make this man happy . I'll do anything for him cause this man will be my man and I'll be his Queen... So for now I'm getting prepared in order to be ready for...THE ONE !

God bless !

Sunday, September 26, 2010

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Babelle (3)

Details portal of Notre-Dame de Paris


"" Ah! "

exclaims Dante or sun yourself at the sight of Beatrice mounted on the griffin,

" Ah! "

tell you watching the stars fly,

" Ah! "

stars do watching you fly,

then B, then C, then ...

They now write to you & invent new cosmogonies

new gods, new temples open to the winds.

- will come a time when men learn to play the stars. "


*

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

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Babelle (2)


New Babylon, Constant


" You are born one day again . Le.soleil.ou.le.ciel.ou.vous own.,

& & you learn a language you learn some history
you should know.

Not that this language and that this history are attributes that
you are, but they are
tools, the means by which you can find happiness.

Other routes to happiness are possible
other sources of pleasure are to be found,
other tools are possible.

Make sure you free yourself of your tongue and your history,
if you're captive,
because life is not a job, but a game

The only knowledge you have to convey to you is that the game

The Chinese call this knowledge the I Ching & the Greeks, the Kairos.

But there are others, there are an infinite number of games.


You do not have another role on earth as to play, you apply to the game & to invent new rules of the game "



*


"Look at the sky and the stroke stars,

seeking their movement

behind the light they emit,

the force that determines their dance,

like a finger pushing a ball

look.

Seeking something
or

not looking st ien,

but look.

Apply yourself to contemplate the world, and
did Edgar Allan Poe in his cosmogony
Eureka.

Find the origin and the end of worlds,
then shrieked:

"I found it! "

or

" I'm open! "

or

" Ah! "The cry

you fling, will dikhr,
word, poem, mantra, singing bird.

Seeking the cry of "I found it! "

Invent new dikhr, new mantras
new bird songs.

Invent new cosmologies:
stars will change the race with yourself.

Exclamations: "Ah! "
race of stars changes with yourself.

Scientists do not even know if today
origin there,

scientists know nothing about the beginning and end of the world, therefore

plays. "


*

Sunday, September 19, 2010

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Babelle (1) Luca


Babelle


At Adolfo Kaminsky


The Earth belongs to all men, each of them could be

live with dignity & tour the continents, see cities:

Paris, the old lady & the Tokyo disciplined planning chaotic

read the plan a city that changes ra tomorrow read the following days

& say that * monquartierchangeramillefoisdurantmavie *


I do not know what is after lam ort , although I do not know a word like


. L. AM ORT

makes sense or if

DIEUY AHVEBRAHMÂ.

are my fathers.


I remember my 1 8 years (I say 1 8 years now, as I 35)

my father said I had hit. (I did not really hit;

he wanted to go to the end of our relationship, milk vo u "vo ila

everything I've done, and now it is to i. "), and he yelled in his apartment

:" IT-ME-ENG-NUG! "While my hand had just grazed.


The youth said: "I want we want. "It is a prayer to life, and

his desire is also beautiful that. Acceptance. at. tout.ce.qui.est.


*


We go out of the bellies of mothers

& we taste the sun.

Each day the sun comes

and he smiled at the men.

Without reason, he said:

"Why are you here?

Why you come back every day in the same house?

Why do you belong to a people, a family? Why are you a mother?

"Each hours of the day undulates his delu nurses IMBE n e p on your water.

"The earth is everyone

every man, people,

has the right to move freely.

"It is I, mother earth,

is I who have done what it is.

Believe me circulates freely within it, devours it without remorse.

"The earth is a land of plenty.

Why should you go to war? What reasons your borders?

I am the only host that you welcome, I'm the only reason the boundaries of your fields,

and I've never asked for hospitality

and I do the never ask.

"It's me, your father and your mother, if you wish, tell yourself that it's me.

Love that makes you feel good during your childhood, tell him, * Mon.père. * or * . Ma.mère. * , if that's what he wants to hear,

but he himself comes from the stars, and, as such,

not claim to belong to a family .

Each of you is that i lepèrelamèreoul'enfant of penny he hates. "



*


, There is no stranger to what it is man "

. Now suing sun


Where you are born is the result of chance, your life itself is a network

of


-c-

-ir-


-c-

-ons-

-stances-

you believe and recognize the signs of truth in what your parents sent you

but your families as well as the borders of your nation,

are inventions of poets.

Every man, every people must be able to move freely & not to be recognized on his way

"You do not have to designate *-un.nom. *

as you do not have to ask

*-un.nom. *

that you encounter.

Each of is free to you-name * and * * * appoint-beings and things, according to his tastes.

There is no signature at the beginning or the crossing of I do not

know what story

no sulfurélémentaloucivilisation before during and after you.

Compared to the firmament, each grain of stars in the night

back your image as you wish:

the orb of the world is a

.

which has no dimension

space


, How vain to seek a measure men & to things

? to close the distance &

You do not belong more than the earth or the sky is not your own.


homes you build are both places of passage

. For you and the stranger who asks you for the hospitality

Give him the keys to the house when it arrives at your door

ask for asylum on bed & cover, once they cross the threshold

and leave it the next day, after kissing on the mouth,

resume his journey, resume Drive devotreamidevotreamant,

where he left, thanking heaven for his kindness.


I myself am from the house of heaven

, I change him every time the bonds that unite us &

so , I am looking twirling

your eyes inevitably slip

m him oi m

from me to him,

him,

the deep blue of her identifies

, the white glare of my ward

. "such as free play of the waves under the sea

*

Thursday, September 9, 2010

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Ghérasim 2010


"- Camera, look:

I have a French identity card,

I'm white, I'm black, I live

seven to seventy-seven years

but you do not recognize myself.


- Seventy-seven years

seventy seven years, then you meet Anubis,

your parents send their coffin in the Maghreb or Mashreq

,

and you will die here.


Seventy seven years

twenty-eight thousand one hundred and five days,

674,520 hours, 40,471,200

minutes

2,428,272,000 seconds

4856 544 000 potential breaths, and during these

4856544000 breaths potential

while the river of life through you between inspiration and expiration,

you think: "I am a native of the Republic"

and you have not read Ghérasim Luca

you do not know Ghérasim Luca.


- camera, look: I'm

amok, berserk, frantic,

4 billion breaths to burn.

You do not see me,

I run too fast, you do

not register.

I'm not a native of the Republic,

I'm not French,

I'm not Arab, I'm

no Israeli

I'm not Ghérasim Luca

I have no nation,

I have no flag,

I am not a herald

I'm not a poet, I'm

Amok, and my words

run faster than the breathing,

run faster than flags,

run faster than nations

run faster than Zion, the Umma, the Huma,

run run run

run run run

run run

run run run

"

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

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Helen Larrivé
http://larrive.blogspot.com


"A human being is a part of something that we call universe, a part limited in time and space. He is experienced himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest by a kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison that we restricted to our personal desires and to affection for a few people near us. Our task must be to free ourselves from ourselves this Prison expanding our circle to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. "



Before the completion of a voluntary act is a defined area of the cortex starts to get excited. Who incites s' animate before? "
John Eccles, neurologist and Nobel
consciousness independent
Is there a consciousness that is not identical to the material of our brain mass? Consciousness would have free and independent of our brains? "How the brain controls consciousness," published in France by Fayard, Paris, 1997.
In fact, we can not equate brain function and Spirit. The brain would it not, for the Spirit some material necessary but not sufficient? JC Eccles distinguishes: before doing anything voluntary is a defined area of the cortex starts to get excited. That inspires them to come to life before? is the human will, therefore, free will, so the mind, which would be a separate entity, incorporeal and independent.
We are probably at the heart of the problem: the mind seems to be dual, having probably own independent existence can be projected to the outside, but unable to communicate and act only through the body part that physiological 'is the brain. This duality explains memory, thinking, reasoning ,.... but ESP spirituality ...
He said recent neurological findings do not conflict, far from it, the existence of consciousness independent of the brain. Contrary to popular belief, the human brain is still to a large extent an unknown continent. There are still a few decades it was believed that intelligence was found only in the left hemisphere, then the work of many researchers have gradually understood that the right hemisphere was the mastermind of music, color, recognition of faces, and, finally, of artistic creation. It locates better and better visual areas, auditory, areas of language, but something escapes all representation in terms of neurons, and this something that is essential is the unity of the human spirit, our "self conscious".
The right temporal lobe, interface with the universe?
These are the neurologists at the University of California at San Diego who announced in 1997, with great courage, they had just discovered in the human brain an area "that could be specially designed to hear the voice of Heaven. " With specially designed research to test this area, Doctors have determined that certain parts of the brain, the right temporal lobe to be exact, are consistent with the concept of supreme being and mystical experiences ... They therefore called this area "God module", noting that it resembled an actual mechanism dedicated to religion. " This is where our brain would draw its direct memories. We are very close, in this case, the "Akashic records" of the tradition of India. Our right temporal lobe would be that the interface allows our brain to communicate with this "universal database. It would also be our communication with the world angels, and even with God. Clearly, the right temporal lobe allows us to interact directly with the Universe.
The temporal lobe is it the place of religion, what researchers call "no God", that is to say, the brain region by which God manifests himself to us? Science can not answer. Everything can be done in the laboratory is to stimulate this brain region.
In his new book "The point of God," Dr. Morse develops more fully his intuition and is in full agreement with John Eccles to recognize that our consciousness could exist independently our bodies and therefore our brain. Dr. Morse will now further. It completely reverses the perspective. To him we are not a soul in a body, as the spiritualists say spontaneously, but "a body in a soul."
A whole lot of neurons

Andrew Newberg and Eugene d'Aquila have identified a set of highly specialized neurons and named for the orientation association area, or AAO [in English: Orientation Association Area, OAA]. The main function of the AAO is to guide the individual in physical space - AAO remains constantly aware of verticality in which we find ourselves, it helps us to evaluate the angles and distances, and it allows us to move safely through the dangerous physical landscape around us. To fulfill the function of primary importance, it must first generate a clear and coherent cognition of the physical boundaries of the self. In simple terms, it must draw a clear demarcation between the individual and all other things to sort out what is so anything that is not so and that the infinite number that represents the rest of the universe. Phenomenon that approaches scientific meditation, which they believe is linked disconnection of the sense of personality, allowing the subject to enter into communion with him what was outside.
In simple terms, the AAO function is to draw a clear separation between the individual and the rest of the universe.
From "Why God will not go away" Andrew Newberg and Eugene D'Aquila, Sully edition - 2003
Disagree
Both say, the all neuroscientists do not support that there is a cerebral center of religion. But all agree suggests that the functional organization of the organ of thought does not differ from one individual to another. The neurological investigation conducted in recent years with the beliefs of all kinds (religious, superstitious mythical but) rather to explain the pronounced tendency of humans to the supernatural. With varying degrees of success. In their work "neurotheology" published recently, Andrew Newberg and Eugene d'Aquila spent in scanning the brain of eight Tibetan Buddhists meditating. Images obtained by positron emission tomography, researchers from the University of Pennsylvania had a decrease in blood flow to the superior parietal lobes during meditation. The brain area and was devoted to rest the distinction of self in relation to its surroundings. Scientists have therefore concluded that meditation was associated with disconnecting the sense of personality, allowing the subject to enter into communion with him what was outside. By daring to connect a mystical experience in a physiological process, the researchers exposed themselves to severe criticism. Their work left in the shadows causal relationships between the two states. Demonstration was made, however, if need be, it happens indeed something in the subject's brain in meditation.
"How the brain controls consciousness," John Eccles, published in France by Fayard, Paris, 1997.
S ir John Eccles is one of the greatest neurologists of the twentieth century. He has contributed decisively to increasing our knowledge about our brain. His work led to the discovery of chemical processsus responsible for the propagation of nerve impulses, a discovery that won him the Nobel Prize for Medicine in 1964.
I'm not a Christian, I'm Jewish, I am not a Zoroastrian, I am not even Muslim. I do not belong to the land, or any known or unknown Wed.
Nature can not own me or call me, any more than can paradise,
Neither India, China or Bulgaria, I'm born in any place, My sign is to have neither give no sign. You say you see my mouth, my ears, my nose is not mine. I am the life of life. I am that cat, I am the stone, I'm nobody.

I threw away the duality. I see and know all times and all worlds as being one, being one ever since.


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Sunday, September 5, 2010

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Silence and Awareness ...

How important is silence in your life?
Why do some people feel they need an irrepressible fill the silence with words sometimes too frivolous?
I just give me two days of total silence (no verbal exchange with anyone). It was providential since part of the weekend for me is dedicated to honoring the Sabbath. This silence allowed me to complete healing. It also allowed me to be in perfect communion with my state of mind that wants to totally devoted to God during this period.

These two days of silence made me realize how it would make sense that sometimes people engage in this''cure''instead of talking without saying anything or to spend their time invent stories about people's backs. I pity those people who believe rising by lowering others, but what is even sadder is that people have to listen to their stupidity ... It is no more glorious believe me. So the next time a co-worker tries to make fun or to tarnish the reputation of someone who you respect, have the intelligence to move away this person because you may be his next victim. Moreover, God does not condone hypocrisy ... not more than treason!

So I made the choice to release me from my chains and no longer be a slave to human stupidity. The hypocrisy and wickedness will unfortunately always have a place in our society as envy and jealousy, but choosing to live by the precepts dictated by my God I find myself prefer to be with the silence and continue my search for truth. That's life I chose ... Make your choice!

May God bless you!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

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Creating limitless ...

What a night! I spent an evening surrounded by inspiring people like me who have a need to create, surprise, reinventing the world ... There are those nights where nothing else exists around you and this evening one of them. Inspired and inspiring people who carry with them this beautiful madness ... This sweet madness that knows when you hover the reality is too ugly or too heavy to bear. I do not know what will come out of it all but certain that I will keep you informed. The proposed show is multicultural draw and I hope that this gathering of cultures will inspire you as much as me. :)

nice day and God bless you!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

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Memories of the past ...

I am the Yin and Yang
The alpha and omega
Well-cons attacking evil
This girl became a woman

I am your sunshine on rainy days
The moon that lights your nights
I'm your lover and confidante
one who is dying to bring your children

I'm disappointed that made you made you
The one you enjoy
not The
not know which day and night praying for you

I am your oasis in deserts
hope when all seems lost
The beading tear on your cheek
Your lighthouse in the middle of this crazy world

I am one that will remain a mystery for you
one that would have followed you to the other end of the earth
The God who put all his hopes
one who found you in my dreams every night ...