NOTE: The following post is not an opinion but a didactic post for students, previously published on Lamptēr Glossōn and republished here. Numa PompiliusCour CarréeLe Louvre, Paris It is the first month of the year in the Gregorian calendar but it has not always been this way. The month of January was added to the Roman calendar … Continue reading Where does January come from?
NOTE: The following post is not an opinion but a didactic post for students, previously published on Lamptēr Glossōn and republished here. Malls and public places are covered with garlands and decorated trees. Maybe at home, in your own place, your living-room has been prepared now for the celebrations of December. And apart from the … Continue reading Christmas · Saturnalia · Noël · Navidad
Because the celebration of 重陽節 Chung Yeung  usually happens in fall, around September or October, and because it bears so much connections with the questions human beings ask themselves about death, I can never avoid each year, to compare it with European fall festivals that celebrate the dead. In Southern and Western European countries, … Continue reading All Saints Day, Chung Yeung, Ghosts and Gods
Stern fate of all men’s life like grapes after harvesttheir flesh brutally squashed under the satyr’s feettheir face cruelly flattened on the woods’ muddy groundtheir blood gently kissing the dainty bacchant’s toes Unrest of humankind trusters of uniquenessas if they were the only ones giving their fleshas if oblivion were to pass over their caseas … Continue reading Winepress
The real original lyrics of ‘À la volonté du peuple’ (known in English as ‘Do you hear the people sing?’) are from Alain Boublil who composed the song with Claude-Michel Schönberg for the musical adaptation in 1980 of Victor Hugo’s Les Misérables. Many new adaptations have been made since the 80’s until recently, when the … Continue reading The real original lyrics of ‘Do you hear the people sing?’
一 How are you?一 Sweaty and about to take a shower.一 Crush me like a bug, instead.一 If you could be shrunk to a bug size, I would definitely do it. Slowly. Letting you feel my sneaker sole on your whole body. And hear the sound of your cracking bones and squishy flesh.一 I could escape. How would you crush … Continue reading Crush me like a bug
Throw into my eye the orange light that will show meShow me the body’s daunting glory that will lower meLower me to the ground of my corpse’s evening timeTime whose lit up sky still like muscles straightStraight up and articulate like some ashura’s feet movingMoving neither fast nor slowly but on a white groundGround lightly … Continue reading Throw into my eye
I was alone on a shelf in an airportAnd as you stepped in I found your face comfortMe. In an instant I got a very sortOf heartbeat when you put your hand on my snort And you bought me in theCorridor shop indeed I was alone on a street in a cityAnd as you walked … Continue reading Airport Shelf