Interrupted
posted by Simona @ 11:23 AM
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Tangier, sometime home to Paul Bowles, Matisse, Samuel Beckett, Brion Gysin, Yves Saint-Laurent, and now, Simona Eva Schneider. Read my tales, however small or tall in serious storybook form. A cinema is in the making here in Tangier with an element of suspense due to an unstable bureaucracy. Will Chaplin and Murnau make their debut this summer in the plazas of Tangier? Will Chantal Ackerman find a Tangerine audience? Only the Tangier Telegram knows.
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- More about the Jajouka later. Here is one of the o...
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- Entering Jajouka ville after an hour long walk up ...
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- The fishing boats were still out though
2 Comments:
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since canceled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
this photograph is luscious
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