Brushing the light - Part 1

Put the shutter as shut as possible...
Settle up a long time exposing (between 1 and 3 seconds)
Then shot as your camera was a brush and the light some painting...

That was just a window in a dark waiting room...
Bored by waiting, I decided to paint...

The Desert Fish

Il n'y a pas de plus aveugle que celui qui ne veut pas voir.
Il n'y a pas plus sourd que celui qui refuse d'écouter.
Il n'y a pas plus muet que celui qui tait.
Il n'y a pas plus imbécile que celui qui renie son intelligence.
Il n'y a pas plus pauvre que celui qui ignore sa propre richesse.
Il n'y a pas plus futile que celui qui évite le sens.
Il n'y pas de plus court chemin que celui qui ne commence jamais.
Il n'y a pas plus effrayé que celui qui se rassure au feu de l'ignorance.
Il n'y a pas plus condamné que celui qui se croit innocent.

Il peut paraitre philosophiquement acceptable d'accorder à Dieu la globalité de ce qui existe.
Mais s'y référer constamment simplement pour cacher notre ignorance n'a rien à voir avec la foi,
mais avec l'obscurantisme.
Il est si simple de ne rien vouloir savoir de nos actes et attribuer leurs conséquences au Divin…
Mais si un ordre universel dépassant largement notre appréhension du monde peut éveiller un foi sincère,
comment nommer la vision restreinte du petit cercle qui entoure certains lorsque celui-ci les étouffe et les pousse
à invoquer le Tout-Puissant ? Superstition ?
Nos actes et nos décisions sont les conséquences d'actes et de décisions antérieurs qui ont eux-mêmes des conséquences.
Appelez cela Karma. Appelez cela ordre universel , ou bien volonté supérieur…
il n'en reste pas moins vrai que chaque décision ou acte que nous produisons agissent sur le cours des choses.
Et si nous ne voulons pas faire plus de dégât que celui déjà survenu, alors il nous faut ouvrir nos yeux et nos oreilles
pour entendre et voir la chaine des évènements.
Agir sans en « sentir » les tenants et aboutissants fait courir le risque de tout aggraver…
A moins que la Foi guide nos pas.
Mais quelle Foi ?

There is no more blind than the one who does not want to see.
There is no more deaf than the one who refuses to listen.
There is no more dumb than the one who keeps silent.
There is no more imbecile than the one who denies his intelligence.
There is no poorer than the one who ignores his own wealth.
There is no more pointless than the one who avoids the meaning.
There is no shorter road than the one who never begins.
There is no more frighten than the one who feels reassured on the light of the ignorance.
There is no more condemn than the one who considers himself as innocent.

It can appear philosophically acceptable to grant to God the global nature of what exists.
But to refer constantly to Him simply to hide our ignorance has nothing to do with the faith,
but with the obscurantism.
It is so simple to avoid to know about our acts and attribute their consequences to the Divine …
But if a universal order exceeding widely our apprehension of the world can awaken one sincere faith,
how to name the restricted vision of the small circle which surrounds some when this one suffocates them and urges them
to call upon the Almighty? Superstition ?
Our acts and our decisions are the consequences of previous acts and decisions which have themselves consequences.
Call it Karma. Call it universal order, either Holy Will …
It is not less true that every decision or act which we produce act on the procedure.
And if we do not want to make more damage than that already arisen, then it is necessary to us to open our eyes and our ears
to hear and see the chain of the events.
To act without "feeling" the upholders of it and the outcomes fact run a risk of aggravating everything …
Unless a Faith drives our steps.
But what Faith?

Figurehead

The sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting
In the cold light
A noise
A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
With spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year
A hundred other words blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance

I think about tomorrow

Please let me sleep
As i slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing
You mean nothing

I can lose myself in chinese art and american girls
All the time
Lose me in the dark
Please do it right
Run into the night
I will lose myself tomorrow
Crimson pain
My heart explodes
My memory in a fire
And someone will listen
At least for a short while

I can never say no to anyone but you

Too many secrets
Too many lies
Writhing with hatred
Too many secrets
Please make it good tonight
But the same image haunts me
In sequence
In despair of time

I will never be clean again
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again
Touch her eyes
Press my stained face
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again

Song from the Cure (1982)

A.L.O.N.E

Et ne vous y trompez pas ! Nous sommes seuls. Quand bien même au milieu d'une foule, baignant dans le cercle d'amis, nous y sommes seuls.

Personne n'entend vos mots. A peine s'ils évoquent quelque chose de vaguement similaire chez votre auditeur.

« Et ma femme alors, mon mari ? Partenaires ? Ne sommes-nous pas tout partager, ne sommes-nous pas pour l'autre celui à qui on peut tout dire ? N'avons-nous pas l'oreille de la tendresse pour l'autre ? » me direz-vous…

Hum, peut-être l'êtes-vous pour votre conjoint, mais l'est-il pour vous ? A-t-il cet intention ?

Un ami à moi un jour se rendit compte que s'il partageait sa vie complètement, sincèrement, et avec bonheur, sa compagne ne partageait la sienne qu'en partie.

je me rappelle bien. Il me dit :

« Soudain, je suis comme vivant avec une étrangère, bien que je la connaisse, je ne la reconnais plus. Toute cette dimension d'elle qui m'apparait soudain comme « zone interdite » me plonge un couteau droit dans le cœur. Et peu importe si cette partie que je dois ignorer est saine ou malsaine, le fait d'y être interdit de séjour me rabaisse, me repousse loin, très loin, de cette amour inconditionnel que j'avais pour elle. Je me sens soudain si seul… »

Quoi lui répondre ? Sinon :

« Mon pauvre ami, tu découvres là la vérité sur la race humaine. Chacun ne donne à voir que ce qui l'arrange. Et quand bien même il jure haut et fort qu'il est sincère, cette sincérité est bien sélective. Il en est bien peu sur cette terre qui savent dire la vérité, toute la vérité. Mais ne les condamne pas ! Ceux sont de petits animaux effrayés par leur propre reflet. »

Mon ami est toujours marié avec cette femme. Mais il sait maintenant que même marié, il est seul…

And make no mistake! We are alone. Even though in the middle of a crowd, soaking in the circle of friends, we are there alone.

Nobody hears your words. Hardly if they evoke something vaguely similar at your listener.

" And my wife then, my husband? Partners? Are we not suppose to share everything, are we not for each other the one to whom we can say everything? Do we not have the ear of the tenderness for the other one? " Will you say…

Hem, maybe are you for your spouse, but is it that for you? Has he/she this intention?

A good friend of mine one day realized that if he shared his life completely, sincerely, and with happiness, his partner shared his only partially.

I indeed remember myself. He says to me:

" suddenly, I am as living with a foreigner, although I know her, I do not recognize her any more. All this dimension of her which seems to me sudden as "restricted zone" plunges me a knife straight in the heart. And it doesn't much matter if this part which I have to ignore is sane or insane, to be forbidden by stay there disparage me, push far away, very far away, of this unconditional love which I had for her. I feel suddenly so alone … "

What to answer him? Otherwise:

" My poor friend, you discover the truth on the human race there. Each gives to see only what settles) him. And even though he swears loud and clear that he is sincere, this sincerity is very selective. There so few on this earth there who know how to say the truth, all the truth. But do not condemn them! Those are small animals frightened by their own reflection. "

My friend is still married with this woman. But he knows now that even married, he is alone …

THERE ARE THOSE...

there are those who scream and those who sing...

there are those who talk and those who act…

there are those who creep and those who walk…

there are those who suppose and those who understand

there are those who speak and those who listen to ... ...

there are those who pretend and those who demonstrate...

there are those who show off and those who are...

there are those who admire themselves through the others and those who admire the others through themselves.

there are those who count the day and those who count centuries... ..

there are those who dream they are and those who dream they could be...

there are those who make up and those who reveal...

there are those who hide and those who unveil...

there are those who care of the appearances and those who care about the meaning...

there are those who receive and those who give…

there are those who give to get back and those who receive to give back more... ...

there are those who ask God for themselves and those who ask themselves to meet God...

there is the multitude of the vapid and the wonderful individual…

there are those who want to look like Jennifer Lopez and those who look for themselves...

there is those who fantasize the impossible and those who dream the possible...

there are those who have a past and those who have a future...

there are billions of believers and few who have faith...

there is so many people speaking in the name of God and still so many wars...

there is the muscle's force and the strength of the spirit...

there are those who collect nice car to go nowhere and some who have a fucked one to go everywhere...

there is the one who want to have and the one who want to be...

there are those who arrange the truth to fit to their life and those who fit their life to the truth…

Which one are you ?