don't wait for me...

to tell you about my inner state - I have to keep quiet about it; it would be bothersome even just for myself to account for all of the changes in fortune to which I had to submit in my struggle to reach a state of concentration. This reversal of all one's strengths, this change of direction of the soul never takes place without a series of crises. Most artists avoid these by taking recourse to various distractions. But it is for the same reason that they never again succeed in reaching the center of their creativity from which they had set out at the moment of their purest momentum. Each time at the beginning of work one must re-create this initial innocence and return to this naïve state where the angel had revealed itself to you and imparted its first welcome. One must then search behind the brambles for the bed where one had fallen asleep. Only this time one will not sleep there, one will beg and moan, it doesn't matter; if then the angel deigns to reappear, it is because you have persuaded him not with tears but with your humble decision to always begin again : to be a novice. 

R.M Rilke

it is something to have wept

It is something to have wept as we have wept

And something to have done as we have done

It is something to have watched when all have slept

And seen the stars which never seen the sun

To have known the things that from the weak are furled

The fearful ancient passions, strange and high

It is something to be wiser than the world

And something to be older than the sky

I believe in you

I do

on wires or how to reach the clouds

Philippe P

Mary 

and

a flight back

when in new york:

read Bowie in Berlin 

think about the green grass and on

the other side

a new career in a new town