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John Burnside * 19 March 1955
5 March. Ten days to the Ides, when, according to Shakespeare, 2066 years ago Caesar asked incredulously: 'Et tu, Brutus?'
"What do you think about Putin?" I ask my friend who, as almost always, is busy proofreading his 1669 pages short opus magnum 'Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell'.
Tetrapilotomos, without looking up:
- I would have expected Vladimir Putler to march into Kiev sitting on the pipe of the lead tank. Then the little prick could at least have shown the world once that he has a giant pipe.
- Putler?
- Well, or Hitin, if you prefer. Riding in bare-chested on a Sibirian tiger would of course be even cooler. But the pants poisoner is too cowardly to do both. By the way, today is the 69th anniversary of Stalin's death.
- Ach, indeed? Why do you mention this?
- A fine date for a tyrannicide, wouldn't you agree?
... and so am I, almost, on the first anniversary of Claude's death, which is why I let her speak.
She sent me this poem in December 2018.
THE MOONLIGHT IS SPEECHLESS...
She worked hard at being able
to think THINK instead of PENSER
to write a flawless letter to England as well
as to France
to add Shelley to Lamartine
to exude Gallic charm mixed with British
romanticism
she studied books and dictionaries
she travelled far and she lived everywhere
she met dignitaries and the people next door
she reached French and English fluency
in her dreams, tears and laughter
and when she wore this two-colour dress with
elegance
she discovered
that the heart has no language, no culture of
its own
The moonlight is speechless...
stars in one's eyes mean more than "Je
t'aime, beloved"
and two clasped hands across a table
across a warm sea of silence
can tear down
better than a thousand well-chosen words
the tower of babel
one erects every day in one's soul.
CPG (1970)
Thank you for everyting, Claude. De tout coeur.
Victor Hugo (26 February 1802 – 22 May 1885)
It takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before... to test your limits... to break through barriers. |
Anaïs Nin (February 21, 1903 – January 14, 1977)