5/22/12

Jeu de patience.


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Silences avec lesquels on se bat
alors qu'on remet, encore, le bât
de nombreux autres silences excédés,
ponctués de bras ballants, tombés,
tannés qu'on est des soupirs ennuyés,
pour finir par très longue patience,
par la douceur des silences partagés.



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We yearn for some explosive, extraordinary escape from the inescapable and, none forthcoming, we put our faith in an apocalyptic rupture whereby the inevitable is solved by the unbelievable grasshoppers, plagues, composite monsters, angels, blood in industrial quantities, and, in the end, salvation from sin and evil--meaning anxiety, travail, and pain. By defining human suffering in cosmic terms, as part of a cosmic order that contains an issue, catastrophe is dignified, endowed with meaning, and hence made bearable.