memoir or fictionalized truth

“Men’s memoirs are about answers; women’s memoirs are about questions. Most male authors want to look good in their memoirs and have a place in posterity, while most women know that posterity is what happens when you no longer care. Women want to connect with others here and now; they couldn’t care less about legacy!   –  Isabel Allende

 

Another way of looking at it: 

 

“I have always distrusted memoir. I tend to write my memoirs through my fiction. It’s easier to get to the truth by not claiming that you are speaking it. Some things can be said in fiction that can never be said in memoir.  

 –  Armistead Maupin

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memoir or fictionalized truth

today

both feet

perched on the edge – a precipice

pulling stories together

exposing more than self

lighting a few candles

would be an effort in

futility

opting for the wrecking crew approach

deciding it was time

breaking down doors

wrenching skeletons

long entrenched

now meticulously scrutinized

committing their crimes

to print

my greatest transgression

bearing witness

for those who were silenced

giving them a voice

while finally trusting

my own

changing names

to protect those not

yet born

and only reality is left

defamed

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 bisous,

léa

Fight Censorship and thank a Librarian

“We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is tucked away in the past and cannot be a nuisance. In the present, amidst dangers whose outcome we cannot foresee, we get nervous about her, and admit censorship.   –  E.M. Forster

 

“Censorship is to art as lynching is to justice.”   –  Henry Louis Gates

 

“Submitting to censorship is to enter the seductive world of ‘The Giver’: the world where there are no bad words and no bad deeds. But it is also the world where choice has been taken away and reality distorted. And that is the most dangerous world of all.”   –  Lois Lowry

DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR AND READ:

http://www.ala.org/advocacy/intfreedom/statementspols/freedomreadstatement

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Fight Censorship and thank a Librarian

It’s banned books week

And if a book hasn’t

Made it on that list

I’m not sure it is

Worth my time

Reading

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It’s banned books week

If you care about

Making your own

Choices

If there is a book

You like that

Has made the list

Speak out

*

It’s banned books week

Somewhere there is a

Librarian who has stuck

Her neck out

For your right to

Read what you choose

They are the hero’s of

The hour

*

It’s banned books week

Celebrate

Read a book

From the list

Read the statement

Freedom to Read 1953

Celebrate

Then go to the independent

Book store and buy

Banned books

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Bisous,

Léa

changement de saison

“In the depth of winter, I learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”  

–       Albert Camus

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changement de saison

colours bleed

from my pallet

mimic the leaves

of the vineyards

sunlight creeps into

my window

seconds later

each morning

you can feel it

in the air

pas froid

yet not as it was

le plage

occupé

tourists tenuously grasp

vacations shimmering moments

memories and souvenirs

postcards, sunburns

fondu comme nos

empreintes

dans le sable

*

bisous,

léa

les mots

“If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.”   –  Nelson Mandela

“Language is wine upon the lips.”   –  Virginia Woolf

“French is the language that turns dirt into romance.”   –  Stephen King

“Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.”   –  William Butler Yeats

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les mots

laughing

at myself

i look over

the poem i

just wrote

mots française caches

creeping into

most every

poem now

unplanned

they come from

a deeper

source

this is where

i belong

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bisous,

léa

dans le sable des mots / in the sand of words

“To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.”   –  William Blake

 

“When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.”   –  William Shakespeare

 

“All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the fest of the mind.”   –  Khalil Gibran

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dans le sable des mots / in the sand of words

my hands plunge deeply

this insatiable quest

finding the right verbs,

adjectives and adverbs

the preposition

which when assembled

like Rubik’s puzzle

lead me to what is missing

yet words like sand are

flexible

capable of embracing

the power of

la mer

or sliding through my

fingers

so strong, she restrains the oceans

 large ships skim

across their surface

she cradles the ravaged

cities swallowed in the

tsunami’s of time

concealing their final

resting place

so delicate

a breeze thrusts them

into oblivion

starfish, shells the

similes and metaphors

dans le sable des mots

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bisous,

léa

tongue lashings

“In a time of universal deceit – telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”

–  George Orwell

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tongue lashings

she saunters to the

mic

whetting her lips

lowering them in a

hover

taking control

of the mic

of the

room

all is quiet

as her

razor sharp

shards are

propelled into the

night

vérité dans la poésie

***

Bisous,

Léa

surrender

“At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice.”  – Maya Angelou

“The creative process is a process of surrender, not control.”  – Julia Cameron

“Growth demands a temporary surrender of security.”  – Gail Sheehy

surrender 

resistance

was mine

hours of

hand-cramping

as I strangled

numerous pens

pencils and other

weapons of war

filling journals

notebooks

scraps of paper

as I found them

believing that words

must come from

soul to paper

undisturbed by

typewriters,

computers, anything

non-organic

the source must

flow free

years of scribbling

illegible

even to me

frustration builds

technology and i

never friends

could not be

trusted to convey

bleeding of the heart

to prove my point

white flag raised

provisional truce

a torrent of words

unconstrained

by the impediment of

bad penmanship

my surrender now

complete

Bisous,

Léa

self-help

“Anxiety is part of creativity, the need to get something out, the need to be rid of something or to get in touch with something within.”
– David Duchovny

“Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty because they didn’t really do it, they just saw something. It seemed obvious to them after a while. That’s because they were able to connect experiences they’ve had and synthesize new things.” – Steve Jobs

self-help

writing like painting

the machine at the boardwalk

pulling taffy

no matter the toughness

of the material

all is brought to the surface

to be examined

in the light

if I pause

stand back

reflect on my work

my interest is vested

before rendering

judgment

Bisous,

Léa

blocked

“Ideas may drift into other minds, but they do not drift my way.
I have to go and fetch them. I know no work manual or mental to equal the
appalling heart-breaking anguish of fetching an idea from nowhere.”

– A. A. Milne

blocked

will tortured lines appear
stuttering fingers tremble across
the keyboard
an exercise in hit and miss
the empty mind hopes
perhaps the laws of probability
would be kind
smiling in verse

fingers shudder, spasm and freeze
from a distance, grey matter bounces
thought and metaphor
till they coagulate
in cerebral jelly
synapse arrested
white pages glare
laughingly at me

Bisous,

Léa