砂の女

LA FEMME DES SABLES -WOMAN OF THE DUNES


A masterpiece.
Un chef d'oeuvre
"Woman in the Dunes (砂の女, Suna no onna?, also translated as Woman of the Dunes) is a novel by Kobo Abe and a film based on the novel directed by Hiroshi Teshigahara. The novel was published in 1962, and the film was released in 1964. Kobo Abe also wrote the screenplay for the film version.

The surreal and, at times, absurd nature of Woman in the Dunes has been compared to existentialist works such as Sartre's No Exit and Beckett's Happy Days. Aside from its intriguing premise, this film is notable for the life that Teshigahara brings to the ever shifting sand, which almost becomes a character in its own right.
The film adaptation of Woman in the Dunes won the Special Jury Prize at the 1964 Cannes film festival and, somewhat unusually for an avant-garde film, was nominated for the Best Foreign Language Film Oscar in the same year"

I dream of an erotic moment with you having such magic, such depth, such light...
I dream of our two bodies, magnified by the golden ray of an evening sun...
I dream you and me, isolated in a vast forest, in a house of dream and skin...
I dream of you, ondulating on me, curving in me, circulating round my dizziness...
I dream your eyes, half open on a penumbra of warm room...
I dream of our glance crossing in murmur a river of desire...
I dream, all the time I dream...
Of you.

Nacht und Nebel

A long line of spooky faces
Eyes lost in a nowhere land.
They walk holding a suitcase,
The last wealth they gonna lose
In a moment to stand finally naked.

The first time I saw this movie
At the end I found myself
With tears on my cheeks
Flooding that world’s misery.

A long line of what humanity
Is able to engender.
Atrocity as an outlet
For chaos attraction.
A long line of those who will die.









At the end of the movie
I was crying
But it gave me the strength
to stay vigilant
for this to never happen again.


Did I failed ?

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Note: I received 2 days ago an email from a friend of mine who didn't made a sign since two years.
Now she regrets the time we were best friends...

She was away on a far island, and the only news I got from her was some collective emails where nothing was said.
Then she came back in France and for more than a year, I heard nothing about her. I did called her once, asking to meet, but nothing.
So I said to myself: "let it go ! It was maybe time for stopping this relationship..."
and then, her email, where she try to rebuild this relationship.
I am maybe hard-hearted, but this sounds like she come to me because in need for some help.
I did help her, as she helped me, for the time we were friends. But today, I am disappointed by her behavior.
Ignoring me when time was sweet, and remembering me when time become harder...
So I answered...




Who can say what life is about, what it holds.

Life goes on. Up to us to fill what will go in the beneficial direction.
Silence does not inconvenience me.
Where silence is that there is nothing to say, maybe ...
But I live in the same place, even if much has changed, and well.
I think when you left to your island, it marked the end of a cycle.
Beautiful things have happened to me since, and continues today.
I think myself closer to my inner peace.
And it has influenced the course of events, more than surprising.

I will probably leave France for two months and may be more.
I am leaving for a far country.
Where is waiting for me a Princess. With her, I touch to perfection, she, me, us.
The winds of fate calls me and it is time that I follow.
You see, my friend, each of our tests is that the door which opens onto the next step of our awakening.
Facing closes the door, Understanding opens.
Understand what?
The answer of the hardship is one piece of a great puzzle.
The test itself is nothing. But it is part of a whole.
And I can tell you this: if you understand the place of the test in the chain of enlightenment, while all around you get lighted..
If nothing clears, it is likely that you do not yet capture the essence of this test.
I give you a key: the fifth chakra - The true word - opens doors.

The path to enlightenment is not to fight to get there, but to accept the teaching of suffering.
And to receive such education require our soul to get bared. Of everything.
So everything we are given.

"I fell very down, the confines of my nil. And when I did was nothing, a princess came, took me by hand and offered me everything ..."

So, dear friend, do not worry if life changes your plan, sail and what you deserve you will get.

Planet of my Self

There is a hole I’ve been falling in
A tunnel of red and bargained sin
A long corridor running under my skin
To rupture the continuum of my spin.


There is a dark dreamer in the pillow
Of my following nights, ten feet below
My smile that melts in the endless flaw
Of an immense and lonely sorrow.


But even in the hell of the negations
Survive a light as a good reason
A light of thousands equations
Of a blessing salvation.


There is a large and quiet ocean
Bathing my feet as a golden talisman
Carrying for me the message of a shaman
White quietness in the eyes of a man.

Where Is The Wild World ?

Anger is by nature designed for waging war with the demons and for struggling with every kind of sinful pleasure. Therefore angels, arousing spiritual pleasure in us and giving us to taste its blessedness, incline us to direct our anger against the demons. But the demons, enticing us towards worldly lusts, make us use anger to fight with men, which is against nature, so that the mind, thus stupefied and darkened, should become a traitor to virtues. - Abba Evagrius the Monk

Glittering women being agglutinated
To their red lipstick toys
Before to make
A first step outside.
And they fascinate
Of their silver eyeliners
For a fake troubling glance
To the next sex partner.

To the men rushing
Their social performances
But finally excelling
In home absence.
And in the solitude
Of a light marriage
They make love prelude
Thinking of their next car's voltage.

Man and woman together ending
In a couple of kids
Gratifying years of diners
At the parent’s house.
And the kids to grow up
At the nipples of the TV screen
Sucking their milk
Of alienating Paris H puppet.

Where is the wild world?
Where is the wild world?


Both dogs and cats
Shaking their tails
For a tin of aliments
Made of brothers and sons.
Cultivated in nice plastic box
The race of the animals
Finally find their use
In the women’s fur coats.

“Where do the milk comes from?”
“From the supermarket!”
Answer in all together
The kids of the school.
And the forest to die
To give a chance to those kids
To still use a car
For a race shopping milk.

Where is the wild world?
Where is the wild world?


And the marketplaces,
Wall Street and CAC40,
Self erected as the only God
Organize collective payers
At the Fox News’ hour,
Between the desert and a belch
Just before Saturday night porn
For masses’ satisfaction.

Finally all emotional surplus
End in a TV’s war
Pictures of green glowing
For a night strike’s award.
And as millions of innocents die
Under GI’s rockets,
Hollywood the saint
Repent at the box presets

Where is the wild world?
Where is the wild world?


In a way or another,
We are all some kind of whore
Crucifying human's dignity
At the castle
Of our own self-satisfaction.
By the way I said “we”
But I really don’t feel concern.

What’s about you ?...



Where is the wild world?
Where is the wild world?
Lost in the path
Of all illusions…