Been in bed for the last 5 days with a bad tonsillitis… Finally starting to feel better.
Here is a piece of Paris for you.
This week-end, while in Nantes I read Un Coeur Simple by Flaubert and Le Cavalier de Bronze by Pushkin. Nantes was nice but I didn’t fall in love with it. I think I must look elsewhere.
Found this online which I’m not sure is a real Bob Marley quote but nonetheless it expressed something I felt deeply inside of me.
“The biggest cowardice of a man is to awaken the love of a woman without the intention of loving her.”
I have a list the size of the Great Wall of China of guys who revel in this.
Love, too often, feels like war.
I had never been to Nantes. The Barbara song had completely ruined the town for me as it’s so gloomy and depressing.
However, friends had been raving about it and my quest for finding a great spot for a house (requirements: not far from the sea, less than 3 hours from Paris by TGV and affordable! I need lots of space!) took me here starting my exploration of french “province”.
Funny how I know certain countries better than my own.
So far I’m enjoying it, I sense tranquility that no longer exists in Paris.
Aaaaaahhh tranquility. Where has my youth gone?
Ah!*
*Talking about my youth, a funny story happened last night, I was drinking tea in a café in the center of Nantes as Noel & Mike Hogan and Fergal Lawler from the Cranberries came in and sat at the table right beside me. Took me awhile to realize it was them, as I kept wondering what the hell were 3 irishmen doing here, eating omelette. Back in the days I probably would have fainted: I was crazy about this band. Yesterday – I hardly cared. Before they left I told them I had seen them at the Zenith in Paris some time in 1993 – I think, with Dodgy as the opening act. We all giggled as it turned out that was almost 20 years ago. They also gave me tickets to their show (they are playing in Nantes tonight) but I didn’t go.
20 fricking years. Damn.
Russian epilogue coming soon….
I have a new screensaver. Thanks Karen!
“Je suis heureux de voir que les hommes se refusent absolument à vouloir penser à la mort. J’aimerais contribuer à leur rendre l’idée de la vie encore mille fois plus digne d’être pensée.”
– Nietzsche dans le Gai Savoir
In spite a notch of melancolia today, I went to visit Dostoïevsky’s house, listenned to KP and Bon Iver and treated myself to a scarf. I feel full of life, gratitude, determination and dreams. And contradictions too.
I still can’t believe I’m here. Happy Birthday to me!
I am obsessed with right action, righ speech, right life.
“The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.”
Oscar Wilde De Profundis
