Monday, November 19, 2007


Ne pas crisper

Ne pas crisper les paupières

Ne pas se révéler

Faire semblant de ne pas vouloir

La voir passer dans le couloir

L’avoir assez dans la mémoire

Ne pas vouloir vouloir






Somebody bought a T-shirt that I liked, but would never wear, because I would never wear a T-shirt. It said,

"NI SAINTE NI TOUCHE"

Clever, very clever. I have lit a hundred candles in dark corners of cathedrals to Sainte Nitouche, my patron Saint. I see her everywhere. I hear her voice in the voice of mothers in stores with little children. But in the end we must bow to her. She is and always is right. Who would best have painted her image? Rubens? Boucher? Ingres? Sargent?

Amabam amare--St Augustine.



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