Sign, sign, everywhere a sign Sign, sign, everywhere a sign Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign? —Five Man Electrical Band The following is a loose translation of an article in today’s L’Independent, our local newspaper—along with some personal commentary. We are passing this along... Continue Reading →
waking up this morning icy tramontana broad shouldered gale blatant enemy of trance thief of peace and sleep Photograph ©D Young. St. Paul de Fenouillet, October 2015. Cinquain ©R Young
ironsmithery message from a mountainside iron forgiving rein smithed sibilant the shadows ——— St. Paul is graced with dozens of outdoor iron sculptures woven into balconies, gates, fences. Indoors are hundreds more: bannisters, window-frames, hearths. We are blessed with a curving bannister fashioned half a century ago by a man who lives around the corner.... Continue Reading →
A view of marble slopes When she stood at the window Looking out expecting nothing To see but what had passed Away across the last night A whisper from the slopes Of Canigó Not a message but a plain Remembrance tout à coup Blinding in the dark void Away across the lost night Her lover... Continue Reading →
Took a drive down into Catalunya du nord France but only Kinda French Vineyards goldening Photograph © D Young
One day back in January we drove down from the craggy Fenouillèdes to the Roussillon plain looking for what we could only scope out on this one day out in this one moment. Down from St. Paul to Maury and on into Estagel which we found enveloped by a silent peace: smoke clouds, carignan-scented, heaving... Continue Reading →
Photograph by Diana Young. . You like that dreamy, what she called it, sky with fingers tickling out laughter or something else .
The Gorges de Galamus as seen from St. Paul, near Le Chapitre, in 2014. Over a hundred years ago, a narrow roadway through the Gorges de Galamus was carved into the sheer stone wall dozens of meters above the Agly at great cost and with even greater ingenuity. A poem in Occitan was written in... Continue Reading →