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this isn't happiness. Nidzgorski ™ Peter

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The discontinuous world raises incomprehension. It is a cliché to say huge, complex and elusive. Life as billions of separate phenomena, made possible by exceptional conditions: a staggering improbability. The figures are frightening.

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The batch is so normal that it is hard to describe, even harder to understand it causes problems. There are even too many examples. It is intuitively perceive its existence as a result of days of events, the world as a empilade objects, places, people. There could have nothing more to say, if it was fear.

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So many reasons to separate anxiety: me, my country, my identity, that of others, though incarnate the evil brought home by others. War as a means of subduing evil, to identify, isolate, destroy.

* Receive the world as an object is an incomprehensible mistake. It put itself in a position total vulnerability than waiting for someone, priest, doctor, teacher, politician, creative - than any specialized - explains.

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The wide world is shrinking constantly. It is crossed by air in less than a day. Before you travel, you will see the front of his hotel on the street, in real time. If we had time, we could see the whole Earth. Everything is known. All we are given.

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Among past and understand what it does not anymore: the production of food, building a house the functioning of his own body, baby. The specialty of each becoming increasingly clear, the responsibility of everyone's life is fragmented: how do you know who I am to eat, which put a roof over my head, which looks after me? The path is what I blocked.

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If the accumulation of knowledge leads to confusion, perhaps we accumulate does not have good knowledge. Maybe it does suffer from a methodological problem and should replace the word "accumulation" by another.

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Fragment of 4 April 2009 and his rewriting of 6 April : Stories invented leave traces

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There is no life and writing. writing is not the next world. That of the imagination and dreams. It does not escape her. This is not a secret garden, a little world to itself, a place more beautiful than the world, not a balm on his wounds.

If writing is like walking, among other physical activities is that it leaves a trace in the body, a physical memory. All the memories are physically the same time they are stories.

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If writing is like walking is that it leaves a trace in the body. A trace of memory and sensuality that integrates the body.

All the memories are physical, even time they are stories made of signs, words, images.

Similarly, invented stories leave physical traces, memories, satisfaction. Habit of the hand, "state" of writing.

can eat them very long, but it is a mistake to confuse this with the writing.

Writing is an act and its product, writing something.

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Provisions write. Physical and mental.

There is a static state and vertical, of the order of meditation, the surge: it also has to do with its mounting.

At the same time: a dynamic state, horizontal, which refers to bringing forward a straight line, but most often broken; the fact to target, throwing, hitting, to achieve.

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Jacques FERRON The cart words, Trois-Pistoles

Ferron, always smile.

"That one way or another, by industry or by a miracle, a citizen manages to lay an egg, he will be easy to get, this egg is eaten, but he met some resistance when pushing the case, he wants to win as Hen. The egg is a citizen of the accident funny, he laughed and we do not talk anymore. The other is more serious, he hired a lifetime. A book of no consequence that if a writer. "(P. 41)

The title of the book is horrible. Needless to say, Ferron could never choose.

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New shows and other meetings

January has started on a flying and we are already at the beginning of school holidays in the first zone.

The year began with a trip to Luxembourg to meet the Lycée Aline Mayrisch whose warm welcome beneficially have me "heated" in the heart of the harsh winter cold.

Then came the Book Fair of Valencia, in the Drome, a sacred room, I should say with holy teachers of sacred children, parents sacred, sacred to organizers, sacred authors and sacred signatures.

Then there was La Rochelle, invited by the association Larochellivre meetings with high school and adults and the delightful company of Annie Villefort.

Finally, I just returned from Valenciennes, the Festival of the Imagination, organized by the Municipality of Douchy-les-Mines and carried by all the happy team of the Media Max Pol Fouchet.

Upcoming events, after three weeks I'm going to devote to writing, Cruseilles & Annecy

Beautiful holiday to you.