another text of Al Zimmer (adaptation approximate in French language)
(other texts previously published HERE and there
today .. or maybe yesterday ... I wrote a poem ... not this one ... another
it must have been yesterday ... I wrote today ... j 've worked a lot ... so I have not written a poem ... because I'm not working my poems ... but this is not an impression? ... That have worked ... we have some fatigue evenings she is necessary and sufficient proof of work performed? ... And I'm really tired? ... The fatigue is real Poetry is like the real ... blurring the slow pouring hours a day in the caravan of these bitches days after the day it's enough to bark a poem? ... Another red herring ... better get "after hours" Mal Waldron & Jeanne Lee on the sound system ... the first song is
"Caravan" ... and barking with laughter .. ... a yellow wind (the word "wind") rises in your desert (the word "desert") ... a yellow wind ... you sand crunches under your teeth ...
translator's note in French texts Al Zimmer:
while I was struggling enough on the rough translation of the text above (by listening to Jeanne Lee & Mal Waldron for being in "the mood") I received an email from a great female friend than that contained a quote from Walter Benjamin
"Do not ever stop writing because you have no idea.
is a command-driven literary honor not only interrupted when necessary to comply with a
maturity, eating for example. "
it relieved me, this quote (the great female friend also returned, by train from Paris where she had seen the show ... Soulages) and, in addition it just time to eat and there is a most excellent stew to the old (but home) (but the house is old ditto) calf! all this reassures me inexplicably ("moo moo moo baby?")
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