April172014
To each his own #nojudgy #getaroom #animals #pets #cats #dogs #kinky #forbiddenlove

To each his own #nojudgy #getaroom #animals #pets #cats #dogs #kinky #forbiddenlove

6PM
Underrated but brilliant #marquez book about a clandestine filmmaker undercover in Chile under Pinochet. #rereading #rip #ggm #chile #books #reading

Underrated but brilliant #marquez book about a clandestine filmmaker undercover in Chile under Pinochet. #rereading #rip #ggm #chile #books #reading

April142014
I Musici launch! @imusicimontreal

I Musici launch! @imusicimontreal

April122014
Nothing is growing obviously yet but it’s warm enough to sit on the balcony #spring #montreal #leplateaumontreal

Nothing is growing obviously yet but it’s warm enough to sit on the balcony #spring #montreal #leplateaumontreal

April112014
I love this mural on Duluth and St-Denis #montreal #leplateaumontreal #graffiti #spring

I love this mural on Duluth and St-Denis #montreal #leplateaumontreal #graffiti #spring

April102014
aaknopf:

Following the groundbreaking To the End of the Land, a capacious and at times terrifying novel about war and its effects on ordinary life, the Israeli author David Grossman has written a slim, incandescent fable of grieving parents searching for the children they have lost. Falling Out of Time, spoken by its characters in both verse and prose, reads almost like a play, in which the characters enact their story of loss and reconciliation with loss. Led by a protagonist called Walking Man, who is joined by others from his village – the Midwife, the Net Mender, the Elderly Math Teacher, even the Duke – the group makes a journey toward understanding. As they walk, they speak of things they have kept silent about before now, offering insights from their individual experiences of their children’s strong presence in absence. (Translation from the Hebrew is by Jessica Cohen.)


WALKING MAN:A ray reaches out from meinto me, touchescracks and niches,tenses:Where are you?On which of all the roadswill you reveal yourself,in which of my orbs be divined?A soccer game?Making sauce for a steak?Doing your homework,head in hand?Skipping pebblesacross the water?I have known for a long time:it is youwho decideshow to appear in meand when. You,not I, who chooseshow to speakto me. But your vocabulary,my son — I sense it —diminishes asthe years go by.Or at least does notevolve: soccer,steak, homework, pebbles.You had so much more(all your life, my precious, a vast array),yet you seem to insist,entrench yourselfin diminishment:steak, ball, pebbles, homework,another two or threesmall moments to which you turn,return.Dawn on a riverbed, up north,the story I read to you there,the alcove in the strange grayrock in which you nested,curled.You wereso small,and the blue of your eyes,and the sun, and the minnowsthat leaped in the water as though they, too,wished to hear the story, and the laughterwe laughed together.Just that, just those, againand again,those memories, andthe othersgradually fade …Tell me, are you purposelyrobbing meof solace?And then I think, Perhapsthis is how you slowly habituateme to the ebbingof pain? Perhaps,with remarkable tenderness,with your persistentwisdom,you are preparing meslowlyfor it —I mean,for the separation?



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aaknopf:

Following the groundbreaking To the End of the Land, a capacious and at times terrifying novel about war and its effects on ordinary life, the Israeli author David Grossman has written a slim, incandescent fable of grieving parents searching for the children they have lost. Falling Out of Time, spoken by its characters in both verse and prose, reads almost like a play, in which the characters enact their story of loss and reconciliation with loss. Led by a protagonist called Walking Man, who is joined by others from his village – the Midwife, the Net Mender, the Elderly Math Teacher, even the Duke – the group makes a journey toward understanding. As they walk, they speak of things they have kept silent about before now, offering insights from their individual experiences of their children’s strong presence in absence. (Translation from the Hebrew is by Jessica Cohen.)

WALKING MAN:
A ray reaches out from me
into me, touches
cracks and niches,
tenses:
Where are you?
On which of all the roads
will you reveal yourself,
in which of my orbs be divined?

A soccer game?
Making sauce for a steak?
Doing your homework,
head in hand?
Skipping pebbles
across the water?

I have known for a long time:
it is you
who decides
how to appear in me
and when. You,
not I, who chooses
how to speak
to me. But your vocabulary,
my son — I sense it —
diminishes as
the years go by.
Or at least does not
evolve: soccer,
steak, homework, pebbles.

You had so much more
(all your life, my precious, a vast array),
yet you seem to insist,
entrench yourself
in diminishment:
steak, ball, pebbles, homework,
another two or three
small moments to which you turn,
return.
Dawn on a riverbed, up north,
the story I read to you there,
the alcove in the strange gray
rock in which you nested,
curled.
You were
so small,
and the blue of your eyes,
and the sun, and the minnows
that leaped in the water as though they, too,
wished to hear the story, and the laughter
we laughed together.
Just that, just those, again
and again,
those memories, and
the others
gradually fade …

Tell me, are you purposely
robbing me
of solace?

And then I think, Perhaps
this is how you slowly habituate
me to the ebbing
of pain? Perhaps,
with remarkable tenderness,
with your persistent
wisdom,
you are preparing me
slowly
for it —
I mean,
for the separation?

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April52014
First spring flower (inside, it’s still trying to SNOW outside!)

First spring flower (inside, it’s still trying to SNOW outside!)

April22014
Nice digs #bluemet2014 @hotel10montreal @metropolisbleu

Nice digs #bluemet2014 @hotel10montreal @metropolisbleu

10AM
At Hotel 10 preparing for our 2014 press conference @metropolisbleu #bluemet2014 @hotel10montreal

At Hotel 10 preparing for our 2014 press conference @metropolisbleu #bluemet2014 @hotel10montreal

April12014
Program printed! #bluemet2014

Program printed! #bluemet2014

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