The following texts are on a rebound in some of the texts I have written for the group blog the convoy glossolalists . The texts included here were posted during the period between October 15, 2010 and November 12, 2010, when ended the stress of writing a text a day for a year in which I I chose to fold - since then, I adopted a new frequency constraint, lighter: a text every Monday (released Tuesday) and a text every Thursday (published Friday). The title above each text included here lists the titles of note in which they were originally published.
this selection is, like its predecessors, 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 caught, they will be here when the series they are an episode is completed (as was the case here , there or 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 we go to the line). The authors can 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 texts punctual delivery) . All authors' names are mentioned as 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 is restarted, since November 13 2010, for a second year and will remain open and alive until November 12 At least 2011.
We are currently thirty-two authors (s) to participate or have participated in this blog, you can easily reach us by sending an email to convoiglossolales [at] gmail.com
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338: Friday, October 15, 2010
groups are move and we do not know where it go or where they come from, as if the movement was their only single origin and destination. Yet their shoulders and minds bear the brunt of frustration, impatience, discomfort and annoyance that weighs on a goal separate beings whose nature or at least there would have been made in thoughts or feelings expressed. They travel to many and we see a moment, while the duration of their trip and the certainty that he will have endless slowly crept into them, have made their lives and their words rare trees.
342: Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The trees bear yellow leaves and branches falling like heavy rain, or fruit pulp. They line the rivers and lakes. At the bottom of the slope where they are, is the river that they must follow. Walking towards them through the pastures, they soon discover the actual river, it flows to big waves, inflated and loaded with mud, as if emerging from a long period of rain. The colors of the landscape are those of the arid yet, they agree with the yellow leaves falling and that is our focus, grass and bushes are dry, the ground underfoot is wet, however, and you glue under soles thick layers. The banks of river are muddy and the course carries the body and limbs, strange beams; the few moments during which we stood on the shore watching the water, we saw pass two rusted cans and rotten boat. The light wind brought us a bit of freshness, the bright light pierced the clouds and fell gently on us. Downstream now, we decided quickly.
348: Monday, October 25, 2010
He very forcefully took the envelope in his hands, and with the same determination in the letter released and read it. What he took in hand, while they were not pieces of paper, but it was the whole situation of him who had received by mail and who had read obscure paragraphs that had seemed threatening, and to whom he showed his resolve and resolution to remove him for the problems that had beset the recipient exceeded. While he was reading the mail, to access the understanding of what it should confront and defeat, still defiant and certainty of the power and capabilities with which he thought then, and while had the appearance of a person whose presence itself is a barrier to adversity, he found himself slowly in his utter helplessness to already understand and then undo what is presented here. He read several times the mail, do not understand anything about what he did was that he heard gibberish jargon which in turn likely nature of the threat, felt a challenge to his pride, whose refusal to meet him was quite absolutely inconceivable, even if the opponent this time took him on a ground where he could not bear the slightest touch, as if it had been kidnapped, bound and gagged in the middle of a band of tireless and ruthless hitters. He redoubled his determination not to allow any harm comes and assurance that he would always prevent, whatever happens and whatever the enemy, he overplayed for that which he flew to the rescue and himself, he gave advice that was irrelevant to the repertoire of knowledge and roared bravado formulations destined for any misfortune, present and future, as a braggart air boxing once he s is satisfied that no jaw never be harder, or matched arms and fists that can teach him the taste of dust and the company of the fall.
349: Tuesday, October 26, 2010
The stay took place during a period when the temperatures and time were particularly mild in their gray and autumnal version although not very fresh . Thus the famous sultry, sweaty and full of insects, the blazing sun that had long held by society and the scene before he organizes especially since had gradually arranged the time and space in the same way as in other climates, that is to say, as almost everywhere in the indifference and economic climate, this heat very special, uncomfortable, and legendary conducive to mythology was not presented to us during our trip, we were coming to meet her yet, not the meeting itself but relying on it as inevitable and necessary element of the decor, which we noticed, or at least Fimes Assuming this observation, it was not only an element the medium that we visited, but probably even support the specificity of it, and that without this dreadful heat to burst, there was exactly as elsewhere, as if we were not even parties as if we had the opportunity to see and browse was there, despite the distance and despite the language and laws were different, a regular neighborhood of where we had our habits, consubstantial and similar to them within the strict limits of ordinary contingent variations.
361 : Sunday, November 7, 2010
We had imagined that the materials were spread but they longed to reunite, according to a process in several stages of decomposition and successive meeting. It had drawn assumptions on new methods of washing, which consisted of applying the elements to wash the same material as that which caused the stain or stains. Hygienic practice and metaphysics at a time, in short, as it put the cleanliness continuous deep truths of the universe, and their service, valued both as ritual worship as holistic and practical technique of washing. The first results were hardly startling, what is thought overcome by the application of successive and separate materials that were mixed into the messy substance, we began to consider its complexity, so that the it is gradually decomposed by joining in as and when the materials to which she was having to. The latter results were hardly dramatic. We stopped there.
362: Monday, November 8, 2010
Above all, he was convinced he had worked far more than have actually done a significant job. It was pretty obsessed with this work so that it has become central to his thoughts, so that his conscious concerns that were not attached to it become rare, it seemed to him far more advanced in its task that was indeed the case, the number of the consequences of his project he had virtualized gave the impression that it was already much more than what was true. Now that the deadline he had set approached, he tried to piece together that he had composed, he saw a small pile of confetti, as he had hoped an imposing edifice in which he would not have had to polish finishes and details and to correct margins. What had the greatest mistake was that he had never worked so hard and it lacked benchmarks to see if his efforts were sufficient or thin, efficient and productive-cons. What worried him as now, was that he felt quite unable to do more work and had achieved nothing yet. He only wanted a little insight to see clearly that he could not afford the ambitions of strange fantasies and misunderstandings in series had made him endorse, and very happy, and dream which he was fine beforehand, and adorned the shoulders of a magnitude that it could not be convinced of the smallness she had in fact never been able to meet her she undeceived.
364: Wednesday November 10, 2010
Along one of the very long wings of a great museum, the side where it is bordered by the freeway, where a few dozen meters, it seems, if the wind gets involved in the gray sky, we moved from a downtown full of pageantry to a slide or a qualification that no matter how presentable since no one is ever supposed to come and here the cars anyway through too fast to notice anything, there is a small door that seems very low and service performed. If it sounds at times suitable to the intercom mounted on the frame, a voice will soon meet, and ask his name to the visitor. If you give then the name of a person who had previously announced his arrival by phone, the door opens, and we will mount the narrow staircase of stone steps polished by the wear to the fourth floor, as voice over the intercom said - we will not see while you climb the stairs any doors before reaching the fourth floor, before the varnished wood that presents itself here and on which it is written into without ringing. Then a high rectangular wooden floor room, which smells of wax and whose walls are covered with shelves of books that are friendly to their edge a white label which stand a few black characters. There are no windows, lighting has been entrusted to electricity and a few ceiling. A reception desk is immediately to the right, a form must be completed, and since we already know what you came looking here because you were asked to report during the telephone call, you Guide to the table which are already on the volumes that you had indicated, placed on a desk as needed. On the stack of four books before which I sat somewhere in the middle of the second from the bottom, whose bill was poor and the limited edition of a handful of copies that were never reprinted, was the only breeding existing oil on canvas committed by a minor painter, died - during the decade to the end of which started the French Revolution - in the only town and where he lived and where he never had, although modest, some reputation, which canvas Representative means an abundant tasteless way of harlequinade starched, was inexplicably stolen during the occupation by an obscure Nazi officer, so dark and sinister, which had withdrawn from reserves of the small museum where she subprefecture took for the dust to convey to his personal residence in and around Berlin, where the work remained until its destruction, simultaneous with that of the house which sheltered in 1945 during the Allied bombings. Well, so it was, I could see it in black and white powdery which could hardly serve it. I order a photographic reproduction of the image, since a service attached to the proposed library, I settled the amount of this benefit and I filled out a form by which I could vouch that I do not and will not reproduce the image, and that I could, for cons, describe and comment in the form of texts. I should be back here next week to look for photography, after stating my name and the reason for my visit to the intercom.
365: Thursday, November 11, 2010
The angels will come if they exist, and I'll know in a fever since this is how it should be possible for us to be our world, when we do not know anything about what is and if we find we are, when it seems that the seconds added to the seconds and placed one after the other will never form of minutes, not minutes that would take us after hours or at a time which passing would be felt despite everything, like a thick liquid and burning that evil would flow in the veins, when the mind and suffering delusions of light is the perpetual and exclusive identical moment to himself that replays over and over again without going anywhere but our exhaustion, our exhaustion from exhaustion, because there is one after the previous one, the after which it will find another, then every following which we can not but believe that there will be yet. Somewhere along this road a time while his pain and his stubbornness to continue as from itself, a fresh take me to bed and gently to the ground like a soft rest and relief, and the widths of sky blue light of flight paths as floaters before the eyes, they will be adults and up for me, the angels of love, kindness and understanding inexhaustible, or perhaps without even the slightest semblance of humanity, they would probably be a while minimal air movement or alteration of a tiny light that takes us there for our death no longer need us to do with his life miserable affair.
© Anthony Poiraudeau - 2010
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