Arme Wanderer ohne Haus, auf Landstraßen, in Wäldern, bestenfalls verkrochen in einen Blätterhaufen oder in einem Rudel der Genossen, ausgeliefert allem Verderben des Himmels und der Erde!
I really enjoyed this, from the "chauve Mont" to the luminescent cars : a very special tale, told by an erudite, signifying something :-), but something that appears gradually as we sink deeper and deeper into the soil, to the centre of the Earth. The video about Zola in the end is great too! Au bonheur des Dames is another tale, told by the very enthusiastic and bubbly Agnès Callard, who answers Justin's interesting comments in such a dynamic way that they both (Justin and Agnès) make you feel like opening Zola's book right away, plunging into the first joys of "Les grands magasins" in Paris, the first bloom of capitalism.
More stories like this, please. Also, it will be hard not thinking of "gull guano" now whenever I see a recently sanded clean Haussmannien in Paris. Not sure I want to thank you for that!
As soon as I encountered the thought of Kircher, I switched on my favorite 1995 record, by the Parisian ambient/electronic pair, Lightwave, and their own Mundus Subterraneus.
Then I thought of my wife, born in Chifeng, Inner Mongolia, within 24 hours of my own birth in TN, though figuring the exact correspondences there seems to me unapproachable by the simple timezone arithmetic. She dug her way here, more than a quarter century, and me with my ear placed to a square in the ground, knowing I oughtn't to move, or if I should, move carefully, carefully.
I really enjoyed this, from the "chauve Mont" to the luminescent cars : a very special tale, told by an erudite, signifying something :-), but something that appears gradually as we sink deeper and deeper into the soil, to the centre of the Earth. The video about Zola in the end is great too! Au bonheur des Dames is another tale, told by the very enthusiastic and bubbly Agnès Callard, who answers Justin's interesting comments in such a dynamic way that they both (Justin and Agnès) make you feel like opening Zola's book right away, plunging into the first joys of "Les grands magasins" in Paris, the first bloom of capitalism.
More stories like this, please. Also, it will be hard not thinking of "gull guano" now whenever I see a recently sanded clean Haussmannien in Paris. Not sure I want to thank you for that!
I await the next installment of your exploration eagerly
Penny Little, is that you?
As soon as I encountered the thought of Kircher, I switched on my favorite 1995 record, by the Parisian ambient/electronic pair, Lightwave, and their own Mundus Subterraneus.
Then I thought of my wife, born in Chifeng, Inner Mongolia, within 24 hours of my own birth in TN, though figuring the exact correspondences there seems to me unapproachable by the simple timezone arithmetic. She dug her way here, more than a quarter century, and me with my ear placed to a square in the ground, knowing I oughtn't to move, or if I should, move carefully, carefully.
One of your best. Could almost be an homage to Mr.Poe.
Ratner’s Star, by Don Delillo! Moholes abound