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of communicating vessels: CES Wood, night landscape, Clara Lamireau

CES Wood, nightlife landscape

A start in the city. The night has already slipped between the buildings of the Golden Gate. My companions are ready to stride, hands gloved, crampons, headlamp screwed on the cap. We can be distinguished through the glass pieces of lives cut in windows, such as Advent calendars that my grandmother gave me the Alsace Saint-Nicolas. When they were received, it was already December 6, you could eat six chocolates in one go. Then he had to wait each morning that the sun rises.

First steps on the pavement in warm-up. The look is soft and the lives behind the windows begin to scroll. From our small group we see only the LEDs on the heads and strips of light reflective clothing. At the edge of the park, rare dog walkers are returning, driven by darkness. A blind man and his guide complete their Vesper jogging around the lake. The night is different for the day who can not see? The freshness of the air is it brighter, sounds more crystalline? We begin the first half loop around the water. At the traffic light there, it will be the first break, then entered the woods.

My breath is regular, I did not even need to force oxygen into the carbon dioxide out of my lungs misty. Pedestrian traffic lights. Some trot on the spot so as not to cool. He did a degree Celsius above zero. Pedestrian green light. So started the world without lighting. Without urban landscape without lantern perched. Discussions subside, everyone focuses on breathing, on the uncertain terrain of the ground between mud puddles and roots.

is the passage near the river that most impresses my senses. On a trip to the other, the memories fade but leave their mark on the pen as the powder from the telescreen. It was nice to shake the slate, the features do not disappear completely. The river has dug his bed vigil after vigil, in the powder from my memory. I see nothing, or almost. The land to my feet, not the rider in front of me, the glow of the retro-luminescent. I hear the murmurs, the strides, the water flowing to my right. Do not slide, it surfaces. Attention to the wooden bridge which crosses it, he skates too. Tonight when I go to sleep, a jump me out of torpor - I slipped on the planks of the bridge - to make sure I'm not dying. For now I keep the pace, although I'm beginning to see signs of exhaustion. The city lights greet us off. Half-loop of the pond, last. The sidewalk is more than a gray ribbon that I bounced.

Text: Clara Lamireau - 2010 / Image: Groum

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I resume today participation in waterbed , Which I used between summer 2009 and spring 2010, before they have been neglected, not by lack of interest for them and what is happening each month in connection with them, but simply because that it had become very difficult to write anything other than my daily texts for the convoy glossolalists . Now that my stress of a text a day convoy arrived to an end (I switched to a new constraint since mid-November, asking me two books per week), I return to this monthly meeting, and felt safe, the literature on blogs, which I briefly recall here the principle : The first Friday of each month, the time of a ticket, two people share their blogs (you can go see facebook group monthly devoted to this upheaval, it allows bloggers to announce their participating exchanges, and often find their buddy for a month later). Communicating vessels are not an exclusive club, just have a blog and find one or a blogger / partner is involved.

It seems ideal to reconnect with the communicating vessels in an exchange with Clara Lamireau. It was already in an exchange with Clara that I participated for the first time in communicating vessels in August 2009. It was then crossed with takuhertz , his blog devoted to the books in the urban space. Today, the exchange takes place with Running Newbie , an entirely different blog, in which Clara expressed his passionate practice of running and its relation with it. There will also in the running in the text published here today (and we can also note the attention to urban space in it). As for me, so I wrote a text for Running Newbie when it comes to sports, tennis, and you can read here . A pleasant additional aspect of this particular exchange is that it is done with a blog dealing with a work area well Specifically, the running (which is part of a blog community whose life is, apparently, very lively and dynamic - we are talking about runnosphère ), it provides an opportunity to be read by people who have habits of blog (as a player and author) and not necessarily literary certainly very different from mine. It is a true crossing of borders, so. A big thank you to Clara, obviously.

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Finally, the list of blogs participating in this edition of communicating vessels (listed by the as always very valuable Brigitte Celerier, author of the blog clueless , we thank):