New resumed some of my articles published on the group blog the convoy glossolalists among those who were posted between May 15, 2010 and June 15, 2010. It was during this period that the two-hundredth entry was posted for this blog and therefore in my case, my two-hundredth text in two-hundred days has been posted.
day A text: it is not always easy, and sometimes the relative harshness of the year probably feel upon reading, it is not good every day, not more (and far from there - and having said that assuming it is good sometimes, which is not at all sure). After passing through a period (March-May or so, I would say) or the fact of this writing me everyday particularly laborious, I changed my perspective towards work to perform on the convoy of glossolalists : Initially, I considered writing the paragraph newspaper as a sideline to other key paperwork, alongside which there would have been a daily accumulation of material, opening tracks, building and maintaining a dynamic and discipline. It was actually the case during the first three or four months of convoy , but then I had great difficulty writing anything but this text daily, then I have written anything else (or almost). I finally arrived at the following approach: the daily writing of paragraphs for the convoy glossolalists are my main writing, until November (the blog was opened in November 2009 for a year - or will then contact the authors if this keeps up - if it continues, my stress will be reduced frequency). In fact, it does not change much: accumulation of material, opening door, building and maintaining a dynamic and discipline. But my mindset is different. We'll see what we will do all that, some things are taking shape on which it will work again. For now I leave to come as and when.
My Space themes continue their occurrences, trends and my imagination of micro-worlds. This indicates an inclination towards certain forms of science fiction - a genre which I'm more closely these days, especially since I found this tendency in my writing (for more personal reasons as well - and also course because there are a lot of great works in literature the imaginary And are largely ignored by the general literature ).
Finally, the usual recall what the convoy glossolalists and how it works:
the convoy glossolalists is a group blog open to any and all volunteers. The authors publish texts consist of a single paragraph (no maximum or minimum length - just a paragraph, the text stops when it is full stop). Authors may to publish texts on time, all they want (no more than one text a day though) and no particular pattern (publish once, a single text is available). Authors may also - they are even encouraged to do - decide to adopt a constraint on the frequency of publication of their texts. The frequency is then that they decided (not more than one text per day as well), and applies during the period they have previously chosen themselves.
The texts are published daily in a single ticket that includes all the paragraphs to be published today (the number is variable, depending on the frequencies which have forced the authors, and occasional texts delivered). All authors' names is mentioned in a list in the right column of the blog, but each text is not explicitly attributed to its author.
We are currently seventeen author (s) to participate in this blog, you can easily reach us by sending an email to convoiglossolales [at] gmail.com
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187: Monday, May 17, 2010
It is sweet, it is painful smile that tore at the bottom of melancholy as we feel the softness of sun on her skin, her eyes closed the balcony when plunged in distress, focused on heat stroke, and admits that the sun shines for ourselves, it does nothing but it is still made of, it does not change but that changes everything. It is terrible, it is suffocating the incomprehensible pain that rises to the memory of the most beautiful words we have heard self addressed, and it is because they are past that hurts, but that they, themselves and anything else that hurt deep within. Then we dive, we do not reappear least, all this pain, all these great truths were so very little, stirring deep transient surface perhaps, likewise any surface, but also surface since it does has it, and you see evil.
192: Saturday, May 22, 2010
The soil of the island had risen then lowered, and in this way several times, two days to lift, still one day, two days to descend to its normal level, and every few days between each new sequence of up and down. The ground was deeply cracked, and along the steep slopes of the rock had crumbled since the cracks, revealing additional layers of rock, soft. When these rocks were soft cracked in turn, is a thick and rough skin that lives at the bottom. The soil of the island and was always belittled the rocky crust of the island was increasingly eroded, no village was spared. The inhabitants had to leave the island that did not stop even then rise again to belittle. They left just in time for, since the boat they were boarding, show that the soil on which they lived was based on a huge marine animal which at that time left for other waters, in terrible turmoil and grunts.
197: Thursday, May 27, 2010
You deserve beauty. One can always hope that the beauty console but it hurt console console. I did not comforted, I still had no power surely, at least I did not know it. This is what I have left to console you, sending you the beauty, and I can not exclude that this is less easy, more vain, than to drink the entire sea. You do not ask me, not at all, but they say that it will give someone who does not want something that one does not. It's insane, it's a sure failure is irrelevant, this is not the issue. That would be my way of trying to live up to what you gave me a time believed it, intelligence, refinement, admirabilité. This would be a failure in my previous failure, a failure that I could succeed, that is to say, a failure that I could fail. You deserve the beauty of this I have no doubt.
198: Friday, May 28, 2010
I walked past the house today for the first time in nearly twenty years . I recognized the intersection slope by which I went by chance, so I turned left the street, it seemed, led to the house. I first thought I was mistaken street, thinking that it was unlikely that I found on the first try, and that surely I would find rather a block away that I do not even looking for a few moments earlier. Seconds later, a few houses me a little familiar, and on my left rear of a building with stone walls dissipated all my doubts, the street instinctively borrowed remained good. I instantly recognized the general shape of the little house, and ornamental detail, found above the doors of the facade, I returned with evidence in memory. The house has not changed, it must be more affordable to get bored than when I attended, and spent endless hours there. I can not understand until recently that the family farmer of ours did not come out regularly in small groups to go walk around the little town is near, a little bleak indeed, the first fields are not far away and offer pleasant views. We did not go, we stay in this house edge housing estate. I gradually discovered that if the open space and the suggestion of adventure and distant landscape by affinity were paramount in my childhood, this was associated with the feeling that I was not allowed to dispose or to go and drag my feet. It does to me had not formally banned, I had to remain accessible to supervision of adults. Even when walking alone, I do not allow me to leave the licensed areas. It had happened a few times, not alone, I venture into those parts which seemed forbidden, and it was to do stupid things to children, not serious but defended, as did I on my own and in spite of myself Wrought guilt in my desire for freedom in space.
201: Monday, May 31, 2010
I went near her home, near you, for the first time. It is a street, I already liked his name into an adjective, I traveled often well before we know it, that you were there already, without knowing it, you existed, already beautiful and fragile, already soft and delicate, sensitive and already sad, strong and deep in sadness and loving and beautiful and still alive among the precautions. Uncertain and unresolved. And probably already full of those eyes that glow when yet they are closed for half smile, as if too much energy, hope and joy came out of it then, you, you'd hold to protect you or against you to keep better worry irradiated, but that propagate and affect the bottom around the world, deep within me. It was the first time since then I have not seen her street, your street I did not take. I kissed the street, a kiss in my hand thrown into the street where she was certainly at home, where you were at home, certainly, then I bypassed. I preferred to avoid the risk of cross despite the early hour, to meet you even if early, intersect by chance I was afraid then it is not good, that intersect by chance it is wrong to see, some words exchanged too fast underinsured, a situation that might have been awkward no matter what. I want to see it, well you see, not otherwise than well.
203: Wednesday, June 2, 2010
All cities bearing the same name merge gradually from tomorrow. This will initially Youngstown. And if Alberta will retain its current location in Canada, the same boundaries, terrain, area and coordinates, if the U.S. will be the same with Florida, Ohio, Pennsylvania and upstate New York, all kept in their separate hotlines, Youngstown , AB, Youngstown, Florida, Youngstown, Ohio Youngstown, Pennsylvania and Youngstown, NY, will be one and the same city, in a single location. This place will be in Alberta, Florida, Ohio, Pennsylvania, upstate New York. Fusion, sintering, compression, the accumulation of all these cities in a single Youngstown. We will leave Youngstown and we will go forty kilometers south to go to Big Stone, Alberta, or we take the east, a hundred miles to Tallahassee, Florida, and one hundred kilometers west from Youngstown, we'll be in Cleveland, Ohio, on the shores of Lake Erie. To go from Youngstown, New York, New York, we can go five hundred miles in a straight line as far as we can to east across Pennsylvania and New Jersey - where n ' not approach Tallahassee, Florida - or so we can go into five-hundred others, as straight as we can, to the southeast through the State of New York. Come later and one after the other around the other cities with a common name in Oxford, Vienna, St. Louis, Santa Fe, Paris, all the others.
211: Thursday, June 10, 2010
The problem in our area is the slope. Everything is sloping. There is a large reservoir which descends down to whatever is around. It changes everything in life here, this slope. In fact more than the slope itself, the big problem here is that it does not get that. If it rose and fell, they would be forced but we find an equilibrium shape in our business and our space. But that's just down, sometimes it would rise, even if only to go up, or to have a viewpoint or to go somewhere in the hills, or at least higher than where we are and we can not, there are only slopes down, not rise. Then the edges of the reservoir are overcrowded because of all the people who one day came down along one of these slopes downward, so numerous that one is spoiled for choice, but without knowing time there would be no opportunity to ever go back, once on the banks of the reservoir, we find again that slopes to continue down, up and none for. And since nobody wanted to drown in the tank, they stayed on the shore, more and more clustered as and when new people arrived. For us, we can not move or you can go down, we can not climb, even the very bottom you can always go down but never up, then we end up always stay in place after a while. Even the most adventurous of us, at some point they stop. Still, knowing that from the moment you move, it will never return to where we were, it does not always promote the movement, if indeed it is in itself somewhere.
© Anthony Poiraudeau - 2010
