Chansons en Silence

My scrapbook of dishwater poetry and endless snippets. Amazed by the way silence carries us towards words, and words to silence. All writings and images are mine unless indicated otherwise. Photography, ramblings and occasional poetry from the maze of my thoughts.

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I want to retire

Uh, I mean - as in rest

(Still have about 60 years to go

I sup)-pose for the picture, pls.

Another album stored

behind our screens.

Hellos and goodbyes Doromented.

I’m too young to be old,

But what are years when you

Have minutes?

With love from the dishwater

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Beautiful solitude, you said,

And left me in silence.

I got on a train -

You never looked back.

[chansons-silencieuses]

And you realize that none of it is worth anything - not sex, not friendship, not the silences surrounding you - if no one is there to listen to your heartbeat…

[thevirgodoll]

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Places and cultures don’t change in the way people do. That’s why the elderly often feel displaced. A memory is unchangeable but a place or a culture ever-changing. It also is what makes nostalgia so strong - the realization that one can only ever be present in this exact reality one time…

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The Home Office.

The work space. Two cups of

coffee and a few inked

pages, inclined to clutter.

She/her sitting in front of

A filtered screen. A digital

reality, in darkmode.

The zoom call says

Her name is a combination

Of 0 and 1, recurring.

Her colleagues know her face

And the neat little blazer

She wears, blue.

She’s not very conscientious

And on occasion, forgets

her mails. Foreseeable.

The light bulb next to her

Fills the room. She’s there

In person, thankfully.

When her fingers have stopped

Dancing over the screen, she

Collects her things.

The introvert is socially

Starved. When in society, she

Can’t stop talking.

Her life has become remote,

Begrudgingly. She enjoys it most

Of the time, enthusiastically.

But she’s missing

Connection. While the

wifi signal says

There’s plenty of it.

[chansons-silencieuses]

mAItherapy.

Hello Chat.

Do you have a GPs

For my life? Oh, a T’s

Missing, sorry. My bad.

I mean life’s bad.

No, I’m not having conversions

Uh, conversations with my friends

About this; I just talk to you.

So yeah, I need a de-

scription. Untangle

the lines of life.

A detailed PDF roadmap, yes.

With directions to the left or right.

Fgnejejrntlthcxvvjsgj oh that was

Just my phone delete delete.

Thanks, I knew I could

Count on

Your response. So pal-culating.

You’ve chewed through

the whole internet

For me.

You’re a Dar-0. 0 is Chinese.

You’ll figure it out.

We’re so DeepLy aligned.

With love from the dishwater

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In search of my lost self.

To soak in a city,

To bathe in a town’s whispers

Home is the place that makes us.

But how to regain it

Once lost?

I want to roam these streets forever

I want to call the city by my name

I want to remember what it feels like

To be fully alive,

Even when I’m long gone.

This is the place that made me.

It’s the place that has changed,

And the place that has remained

the same - just like our own waters.

What have I lost but

The way I was? The way I will never be again?

Is melancholy the course of things lost?

The forevers we engrave into walls?

The ever afters that fade with the wind?

The conversations we can only revisit

In the folds of our mind?

The friends who only speak to us

In our dreams?

Every time I come here,

I want to cry. I want to smile.

I want to return to the old days

but not.

It’s the photographs our mind made

Of our daily lives.

It’s the way we engrave our past

Into our bodies

Like a ritual of old.

Memory is a song we carry from past to present.

And now I want to meet every corner of my old self.

I walk down every path and valley.

Where is she?

When did I last see her?

And who is she now?

I wonder.

Back then she had always been

In search of

something.

Did she find it?

Is she still lost?

Or more lost than back then?

The streets are greeting me

Like an old friend.

Welcome back,

They say,

Welcome back home.

With love from the dishwater

[chansons-silencieuses]

Learning new things and expanding one’s mind are something I always want to keep in my life. Everything that expands the mind, expands one‘s own little universe…

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And on some days I hold this fragile life with the utmost awe, thinking this - this is mine, for a little moment, and perhaps for more to come. This sunrise I got to see, this person I got to meet, these memories I got to live. And I know one day I will feed my another version of me these memories and fill her with hope.-

[chansons-silencieuses]

Cocooning.

It's been awhile since

I last dreamt.

In me, nights are amassing,

and during the day,

I wish I could keep my eyes shut

constantly.

Task upon task on the wake

While my body craves

darkness, calm and warmth.

Productivity is neat but

Night starts later and

mornings rise earlier.

I make misstakes

because I cannot think.

I get cranky.

But I know the slight headache

will enjoy my company regardless.

I think I was made for a quiet world.

I think I was made for darkness,

solitude

and a body that doesn't

lose the ability

to sleep.

Perhaps my soul's of the moon,

while my body is a cloud -

constantly in motion,

shifting,

pouring into the world

until she gives way

to the sun.

-

[chansons-silencieuses]

[chansons-silencieuses]

You can only live in each day once. A place we can return to but not a time. We can pursue the same activities, revisit a city or meet the same person, yet time is irreversible. ~

[chansons-silencieuses]

Tales of time.

[deeplifequotes]

“Now, every time I witness a strong person, I want to know: What darkness did you conquer in your story? Mountains do not rise without earthquakes.”

— Katherine MacKenett

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