The following selection is made very instinctively, flying over the texts of the period and retaining those whose memory retains the best memory. The texts that are part of a set of many are not back, he will be here when the series they are an episode is completed (as was the If here and there ).
Reminder operation of convoy glossolalists : it 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). The authors can publish texts on time, all they want (no more than one text a day though) and irregularly special (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 punctual delivery of the texts). 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.
The convoy glossolalists was opened November 12, 2009, for a year, while leaving open the possibility of renewal. The precision and the arrival of a number of author (s), and returns made through different channels, by readers made clear his continued existence, this blog leaves for a second year - that ad 'already started since November 13, 2010 - and will remain open and alive until at least November 12, 2011!
We are currently thirty author (s) to participate or have participated in this blog (including (the) s thirteen author (s) of blogs), we can easily reach us by writing email convoiglossolales [at] gmail.com
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I wrote a text per day for one year on the convoy of glossolalists , 12 November 2009 to November 11, 2010. Arrived at After this constraint of a year, I'm leaving for a new constraint, lighter, two books per week for three months: one published every Tuesday and published every Friday. Following this period of three months, I adopt a new strain of frequency, or renew the same.
I will come back here soon for this one-year experience in the individual aspect of writing daily, and in the collective aspect of the life of the blog as a whole.
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310: Friday, September 17, 2010
If the fever returns, we take shelter in the house upside down, and walk on the ceiling. Because we are confident that thus upside we removed from the cow that maybe the world as it goes, the world as it can not otherwise go. We look elsewhere than this, and we sleep lying three meters above the floor on a mattress on the smooth plaster covering the frame, without the blood we go to their heads. We will sleep one against the other, away. One day you will go because I'll have to sooner or later realize that you were gone, most of all there so long, since long before the fever does not come back that never came.
311: Saturday, September 18, 2010
We stopped to hike on a rocky beach with no other likely reason that the desire to make a small tour despite sky heavy and thick dark gray. These interludes were not in our recreational habits, when we returned this time as a medical consultation in the small town that served the large center area where our village was located - where it is still located, but it is we who are no longer there. We walked slowly from one rock to another, avoiding the puddles of sea water, leading the conversation for which we estimated that a pause was better, or perhaps do not speak because we don ' had nothing particular to tell us, unless we have exchanged so that sentences of nothing and a long awkward silence. We walked, however, on rocks on the beach and under the heavy sky and dark, until we saw in a corner of the ground a strange animal concretion, a knot of orange or pinkish tentacles, like a wool tassel of wool yarn was replaced by appendages of flesh at the ends of which were clips anthracite-like mussel shells. The thing seemed headless and did not move. We said that we did not know at all what it was, we prefer not to know, and we departed immediately from here, leaving the beach and returning to the road. I still do not know what we have seen so far.
312: Sunday, September 19, 2010
The self-loathing and arrogant claim cohabited with him, very clearly between its fourteen and seventeen years, although then loved to share time with others of the low esteem accorded it. Then to seventeen or eighteen years, he has completely banned any demonstration of vanity and self-recovery, and he was suddenly replaced by terms more consistent with more intense and more vivid his thoughts, a very amiable character, and certainly more harmful: a total ban and make accusations to make, taking it upon himself to complete all annoyances - acts the world to pray for forgiveness to exist in its midst, the few salient features in an environment of apathy and mental indecision. The trick that gives a personality to seventeen or eighteen years printed in full depth, it would not be undone later. He regretted to twenty years of being unable to join the standpoint of a writer among his favorites, according to which the copy was made at that age it, the very essence of his character and temperament was twenty years already fixed, it could not accede to his hope that change with age. He admitted to thirty, with much regret, that the novelist to read it twenty years had been no mistake on his behalf.
324: Friday, 1 September 2010
In the opening of melancholy, to take somebody into his arms and getting caught in his family to find solace in Close this kind of body, carnal love without sex, which is perhaps the real bond of brotherhood, paternal, maternal, the real relationship in which two humans to recognize and know the same family without the blood had any role to play, brothers and sisters live with us humans, the mercy of each other have. Take someone in his arms in a fool's bargain hopeful sincere and poorly thought if the merits without admitting that the fraternity is not there only by appearances, or s'yl'espoir more disorders loves and wildest expectations hello crept under fingernails and under the appearances, and show as we can but in vain how we feel capable of being infinitely loving, being told there is no need to show that this is not how anything could work, there's nothing to do, and be told that without this is not happening, that momentum was born of need and then pushed into the depression and everything down so we had believed to see the arms that we have collected from the love given, good as the best bread we do not lack no more, we do not lose the taste or appetite ever, the arm that we would have the same windfall, the same gold coin. Understanding this time, this time again, that salvation is not more here, and that love can not love, that love and love have nothing to do with each other. Forget it, fortunately, of necessity, leave as soon as stupid sadness dissipated.
331: Friday, October 8, 2010
had been sought by the river, a dock where many routes traffic congestion from cars, and the sun of the middle of afternoon shone like a beautiful winter day. We sought image along the river to its north is where the center image as saying that this is precisely what was the center here that the power exercised over the area which was the center and s were, area and center, and another without such balance as established here that the converging forces, including those who have temporarily landed noting while wondering what they were doing there, since they had no role to keep than to see that it was here that so much goes on behind the monumental facades and colonnaded buildings glazed metal and concrete, surrounded by taxis and chauffeured sedans, buses that passed there faster than anyone on the corridor that was theirs. It had sought this image, wanted to find it in space, made of bitumen, stone, concrete block and window, air and real exhaust gases, the one we had known in spirit by a synthesis and dreamlike fantasy. We did not see it, it was not there, this is not the center of this city, the world is in other hands closer or further away, without single image.
332 : Saturday, October 9, 2010
The noise of cars on the road could be heard inside the cafe, and if we would listen that we realized that here c That was very quiet, that was a party boss in the backroom, to do or not do something, not waiting until you finish your half that tied behind his counter. I was all alone, walls painted in yellow reflected light coming in through the window, daydreaming of leaving, I heard the clicks of the clock on the wall I realized and remembered where I was, facing a glass of lager just begun, two foam lines were left hanging from its edge. Bypassing the football, we joined the door and followed it, having left his affairs in place to not worry about the madam, let her know we were just out for a moment before returning to the same place. There was a roundabout on the left and on the other side of the road in front, only cornfields, I made the pacing field where gravel would have parked the car if there had been here other than mine. The housing of the patron should be attached to the cafe.
333: Sunday, August 10, 2010
The big-city machine was the first move, she would wear with her two hundred and fifty thousand inhabitants retain the same routes and the distances from home to their neighbors, their homes to their school, school for their children to the stores where they shop, their homes to their places of work. The urban landscape would not change, landforms, alignments and crannies remain the same, that is around the landscape would be changed. The big-city machine left the plain, it had spanned the river she clutched to reach the foot of the mountains of the south where the climate was milder. She could have taken the northern route, though the great metropolis had agreed to spare him there a place, another time perhaps. This would not be without consequences, but since we could do it, he had to try.
© Anthony Poiraudeau - 2010
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