We moved and swayed to the tune of waves, black and crashing against our pale legs, scattering shells with a faint tinkling over sand in the moonlight. It would be a long year, we knew; the sand caked deep in the grooves of sandals would begin to disappear: grains and days ground into the pale [...]
La sonnerie des cloches me semble trop proche; elle marque le temps, le coupe en tranches avec les mains rigides et les morceaux tombent lentement à la terre. Les notes sont pas timides. Elles frappent les brindilles et hachent les feuilles jusqu’à la chlorophylle saigne et tache les pièces de l’horloge sur le sol froid.
Welcome to the Symposium, a gathering of accomplished intellectuals! Coffee and pastries are over there, programs are on the chairs. I hear a professor begin to speak to a rapt female colleague. She leans in to listen, hugging programs and papers to her chest. “Well it seems to me the writer uses a post-Rabelaisian kind [...]