Fin du monde – zeitgeist

“The world began without man, and it will end without him.”

 –       Claude Lévi-Strauss

“The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.”

–   Henry Miller

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Fin du monde         

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Pic du Bugarach – the upside down mountain

On the eve

Of the world’s

End

I sit

In my village

Reading poems of

Renewal,

Beauty, and

Tomorrows

A short drive away        IMG_4399

Bugarach

The final portal

 Des gendarmes

Des journalists

Paying a premium

To cover the

Spectacle

To witness

The end

Bugarach village
Bugarach village – Pic du Bugarach

Make a dash

For the final

Portal

Another world

To trash

And

Burn

Security is

High

Sensationalism

Sells

While I

Make plans for

L’printemps

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Bisous,

Léa

Waiting at Bugarach

For those who are unfamiliar with Bugarach, I invite you to check out a post from my other blog: http://foundinfrance.wordpress.com/2012/03/19/bugarach/  You can find more information as you choose by searching Bugarach, France or 12/12/12 online.

“This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.”

– T.S. Eliot

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“She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It’s good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.”

– Toni Morrison

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“Friendship needs no words – it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.”

– Dag Hammarskjold

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“The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life.”

John F. Kennedy

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Waiting at Bugarach

During Rita’s visit

We chance upon

The village of

Bugarach once again

A few souvenirs

For those back

In California

Made their way

Into her valises

A bottle of Bugarach’s finest

Rouge

For her

End of the

World party

December 12 2012

As she boarded her plane

In Barcelona yesterday

Flying across the

Atlantic

Into San Francisco’s

Nighttime skyline

I remain here in

France

The one nearest

The final portal

Another world

Would be

Empty

Desolate

Despite hoards

Of New Age pilgrims

Waiting to cross over

Without the company

Of a dear friend

I shall remain

Perhaps another day…

Bisous,

Léa

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