On The Next Cup of Thé-à-La Menthe | What I’ll miss about Algeria

To Emily, the author of the blog link below,

What I’ll Miss About Algeria | on The Next Dinner Party

People in Algeria miss you a lot, many thanks for this post about your stay in Algeria

Café ou Thé
On my own words

On The Next Cup of Tea-à-La-Menthe/ What I’ll miss about Algeria…

Surely, it’s

_ a “Mechoui”_ a whole roasted lamb, (mouton), at Bousâdah _ an oasis, “the gate of the Sahara desert”, as they call it there

_ a Couscous, handmade_rolled by hands, with chicken sauce or a tajine of Shakh-shukha_ shredded (filo like pasta sheets), a local dish specialty, not “Shakshuka,”

_ a large plate of hot and spicy sautéed Royal shrimps at Chez Le Sauveur restaurant La Madrague, El Djamila beach a small town, and a fishermen’s seaport a few miles at west of Algiers

_ The retro movie theaters of Algiers, and its suburbs, the small towns around it, in the 60s-70s, the oldies area

Besides The longing, it’s not about Nostalgia, it’s something different, it’s, What survives is, is also disappearing the leafy countryside, fast and furiously, due to the sausage urbanization and the total indifference of people, not all the people_ thanks to these surviving little few categories of aficionados, like (Les Amis de La Kasbbah of Algiers,) artists, writers and all the anonymous volunteers and Good Samaritans, because Algiers, the old citadel is falling apart into ruins, due to the recklessness of succeeding irresponsible people in charge of the reclaiming walls and structures of the old city, to the point that now, what those brave people struggle to rebuild from the ramblings, only some vestiges that remain like the seven marvelous things of the World, the China Wall, the Pirámides of Egypt…

T’was the Time of The French Avion Caravelle

T’was the time of the Avion Caravelle

The plane of follow your dream

The Carvel of Ice cream

Lost Horizons unraveling

So easy was traveling

Just Like to live beyond a veil

To leave the safe harbor and sail

Youth beauty and Money

Oh! and Women so many

Hearts broken and so mine

Sadly and it’s fine

When we have Life ahead

Nothing but you and me indeed

To Live and no worries

what a wonderful world

That’s what I was told

Now that I am getting old

And if I could__
I only would

I’ll live love

do all the above

and suffer like I did

Deep in December…

Deep in December

I still remember

The hot of July

Those open skies

When one could fly

Nothing but the offing

The blue in the eyes

down there the sea

Crossing the ocean

I flew often

In my earl career

sitting back in the rear

Looking through the looking glass

Now that I am old

“The sky was blue

What a wonderful world”

Freedom; The Thought, An Embodied Aspiration

July the Month of Freedom and Independences

Because

I think; therefore I am.

_Rene Descartes

How his universal theory evolved as thinker on the separation between the mind and the body and went on to influence later on The French colonialism dominion in applying The Separation of the Head from the body on the battlefield:

You can separate my head out from my boby, but you can’t take my thought from me

So I lost my head and not my mind

Yesterday, the 3rd of July, it was really the very Day of Independence of Algeria, but for convenience and cordiality and mutual respect with a friendly country, courtesy to The UN, for the date of the proclamation of The Independence, it was decided to be declared on the 5th of July.

Yesterday, The Whole Word saw in the news the arrival of the  plane carrying the 24 remains of Leaders of the insurrections in the 18th Century against the French colonization of Algeria and the ceremonial honor tribute due to them upon their arrival at the airport of Algiers

These are “the remains of 24 leaders of the Algerian People’s Resistance, who have been deprived of their natural and human right to be buried for over 170 years,” added Abdelmadjid Tebboune, the president of Algeria

Now In Algeria, people and families of those exiled dead people can mourn their loss and grieve after a long period of waiting and torments.

Among these fighters is Cheikh Bouziane, the leader of the Zaâtcha revolt (eastern Algeria) in 1849. Captured by the French, he was shot and then beheaded. Their Survived companions were deported to The port of Toulon, then sent in an exile to a ship to Caledonia, 20000 klms, away from their natal home

Also mentioned are the names of Bou Amar Ben Kedida and Si Mokhtar Ben Kouider Al Titraoui, all considered as martyrs of the early days of resistance to French colonization.

Reclaimed for years by Algiers, these mortuary remains – several dozen skulls – were kept in the collections of the National Museum of Natural History.

It was the restitution of 24 skulls amongst the 36 others left , that are still  in display in the Museum of Hatural History, in Paris, like Le Louvre, where Tut Ankhamun, The Pharoeh and the artifacts of ancient Egypt civilization.

Paris where is the culture of paradox of positive. Latin, Greek and Hieroglyphs are dead languages as well. But then Latin was a predominant language that thinkers philosophers and Scientists used in their studies and researches.
Descartes created a revolution in the way of thinking with only three words; Cogito Ergo Sum.
The Mind, The body and the Thought: I think, Therefore I am.

Known as Cartesian dualism (or Mind-Body Dualism), his theory on the separation between the mind and the body went on to influence subsequent Western philosophies. In Meditations on First Philosophy, Descartes attempted to demonstrate the existence of God and the distinction between the human soul and the body.

One of the deepest and most lasting legacies of Descartes‘ philosophy is his thesis that mind and body are really distinct—a thesis now called “mind-body dualism.” He reaches this conclusion by arguing that the nature of the mind (that is, a thinking, non-extended thing is completely different from that of the body )

Wikipedia › wiki › René_Descartes

The Spin-offs of the French revolutions

1_The upheaval was caused by widespread discontent with the French monarchy and the poor economic policies of King Louis XVI, who met his death by guillotine, as did his wife Marie Antoinette.
First time of the use of the Guillotine, to separate the head (Skull, Mind) from the body

2_Establishment of civil equality in the country (but not in the French colonies) and radical social change:

The French Indigénat Code

The first Code de l’indigénat was implemented by the French senatus consulte of 14 July 1865, under Napoleon III, décret the native people as indigenous
In 1881, the Code de l’Indigénat formalised de facto discrimination by creating specific penalties for indigènes and organizing the seizure or appropriation of their lands, which recluse them to uncultured and impoverished pariahs, vagrant tossed secluded on uncultivable lands .^[6]

and the Infamous Décret Crémieux:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cr%C3%A9mieux_Decree

The Crémieux Decree was passed in Algeria in October 1870 granting French citizenship to Algerian Jews but not to Muslims… For Crémieux and his republican allies the decree was an acknowledgment of the fundamental difference between the native Jews and Arabs, the former being commonly viewed “as the only ones in Africa accessible to European civilization,”_Then, the beginning of a century of exclusion of the Arabs, and Berbères as well, from all universal Civilities, Rights, and all Freedoms.

https://rlp.hds.harvard.edu/faq/cr%C3%A9mieux-decree

Some Thoughts on the culture of the positive paradox of the supremacy of the White: I think, therefore I am_ entitled to the supremacy over the others

Wikipedia › wiki

OPINION /

On Tocqueville in Algeria and epistemic violence

Alexias de Tocqueville was a member of parliament from 1839 to 1851 and was briefly French foreign minister during the Second Republic in 1849.

He wrote, in his 1841, Essay on Algeria, an unequivocal endorsement of a full-on colonisation. His thoughts on the merits of democracy and individual liberties clearly did not extend to North African natives.
Tocqueville’s plan to subjugate Algerians and replace the population with European settlers included several concrete steps. He contended that the second-most important step in the conquest “after the interdiction of commerce, is to ravage the country“. As he further explained, “I believe that the right of war authorises us to ravage the country and that we must do it, either by destroying harvests during the harvest season, or year-round by making those rapid incursions called razzias, whose purpose is to seize men or herds.”

If this savage policy recommendation was not clear enough, he reiterated in bullet points the necessity to “destroy everything that resembles a permanent aggregation of population or, in other words, a town.”

One Hundred years of Insurrections;

Exclusions, discrimination, poverty and hunger and diseases had forcefully been the causes that lead the populations and individuals to become insurgents to the unjust established ordonnances and rulers

The Great insurrection of 1865, came from the South, due to restrictions on circulation of Algerian traders and nomadic shepherds with their herds of lambs in connection with Morocco commerçants that were in relation with the English traders from Gibraltar, because of fears to concurrence in exchange of English products, the Southern traders with caravans from sub-Saharan countries provided Spain, England Europeans with slaves, gold ore, and dattes; the insurrection also is attributed to tribal dissensions like the Ben – Beker tribe’s, who provoked embarrassments to The French gouvernement that had seen the leading cheikh growing to become important to attract other tribal leaders and fomenting the insurgency.

The insurrection of Tell in that epoch , arose and sparked with the help of some cheikhs leaders that maintained relations with the insurgents of the south of Algiers , also that fomented by the continual attacks from a grossing concern of human rights violations related by de Europeans press and by the incessant threat to dispossessing lands jointed to misery, poverty and usuraires taxes.

As for the insurrection of 1871, survenue sparked within so baleful conditions France who was on war with Prussiens, It was unlike any of precedents ones : it characteristics were tinted with political and religious; the discrimination of the Decree Crémieux was a one of the cause for the revolt as for, the assimilation of the jew served as a pretext, which relates to the revolutionary thinking from influencers with pernicious ideas arriving from Europe

In 1930, France celebrated the anniversary of 100 years of Pacification of Algeria and the end of all the Insurrection in the country, Tamanraset the last utmost part in the south of Algeria was reached in 1925

Those are the principal causes of the great insurrections from 1886 to 1990, whose leaders after their deaths, The French generals took their skulls as battlefield trophies to be put on display in the Museum of Natural History; a fact that was all but only counter-Natural

We know little about the Amazon secluded tribes that lived in the deepest of the rain forests that they behead the intruders of their territory, and put their heads on the limits of the territory to dissuade the comers, safe that they are sauvage in doing so

It’s also a Barbaric and sauvage act not to be considered as adequately suitable for a civilized people who invade a country that doesn’t belong to you for any reason other then of being belligerent

The French Cavalry had lost her chevaleresque attitude towards her enemy who defended himself sword on hand with bravery and sometimes defeated her by once fallen the soldiers beheaded them and took their head as trophies to be exposed in display in Paris to show to World the France supremacy in her colonies.

The Guillotine was still in use on thousands of insurgents people in Algeria and this was practiced until the eve of the independence of Algeria, just because of their ideals of a little bit of Freedom, Equality and Fraternity by irony of fate that their bourreaux were the one that proclaimed those principles of freedom equality and fraternity dear to The French Nation

Save the Casbah of Algiers

www.apollo-magazine.com/the-algerians-battling-to-save-the-casbah-from-crumbling/

Still I’ll rise, Like the Phœnix for its ashes, I’ll rise 

I’ll rise 

 You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
 _Maya Angelou

The Casbah of Algiers is dying. The buildings are falling apart, like the Icebergs, breaking and melting down, out there in the Groenland, in the heights latitudes, helplessly; we know about that, that the principal cause is due to climate change, and CFCs, but what about The Casbah, an universal patrimony and a historical heritage?

 The Casbah of Algiers

_“ The Casbah of Algiers remains the largest old walled city or ‘citadel’ in North Africa, and was put on UNESCO’s list of World Heritage sites in 1992.”
In the past it was devastated by an earthquake in 1792, like Oran, but like The Phœnix rising from the ashes, Algiers was rebuilt and stood up proudly for 200 years, defying all the invaders and their destroy of its historical features. There were 384 Mosques and kutabs_medersas, ottoman styles buildings, hamams, and bazaars, with forts and quarters for the guards along the waterfront and on hilltops of Algiers.

Pompéi, was a tragedy, a city buried under the lava after the eruption of the Vesuvius Month, but still it was a natural disaster also, like the one we used to see in Hawaii, nowadays, and we sense that as we live the moment when it happens.

In Africa, The elephants knew long before the moment when it comes to die, the place where to go; a cemetery for elephants. It’s a discrete place and private way to die in dignity  away from unsolicited eyes and predators.
It’s terrible, yet so painful to see an elegant and with such majesty dying.

Yet, there is another question that I always pondered about on the tittle in bought languages since I read the book_The Thorn Birds _(“ Les oiseaux se cachent pour mourir.)”_In French. In a poetic way The book’s title refers to a mythical bird that searches for thorn trees from the day it is hatched. When it finds the perfect thorn, it impales itself, and sings the most beautiful song ever heard as it dies.”

The Question is _(Est-ce que les oiseaux se cachent pour mourir ?) Do the birds also hide to die? Certainly, but they also are fallen dead from the sky with no scientific explanation.

§

‘The miles-deep Greenland glacier’s lost its grip’ … a crevasse forms near the calving front of the Helheim glacier near Tasiilaq, Greenland in 2018.

_more than that:

As, forty years ago,
the slag-heap, loosened by a slip
of rain-swollen mountain stream, suddenly
gave with a roar, taking a primary school,
crushing the children

https://amp.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2020/jun/22/poem-of-the-week-glacier-by-gillian-clarke

Photograph: Lucas Jackson/Reuters

Same things is happening to  the Casbah, at any rain pouring, the walls collapse more and more,  leaving death and anger among the inhabitants of the mourning city.
My last trip back home, It was by daylight,  and from the plane hovering over the Groenland, at 30 thousand feet, it was pungent to see in-visu the bank of the Glassier falls lout apart, although you are at that altitude high, you still feel the fall and breakage in silence.

In the Newspaper, when back home, I read late on this article below

Iceland holds funeral for first glacier lost to climate change

A Letter to The Future

The plaque, which is titled ‘A letter to the future’. Photograph: Jeremie Richard/AFP/Getty Images
Nation commemorates the once huge Okjokull glacier with plaque:

“Only You Know if we did it“

Yes, I know what you ment, guys out there in slushing ices, that you did, because I witnessed in person, although I was hovering over high sitting in my seat and holding my pain and my thought silently looking down to the Groenland, through the hublot.
As an example, if you want to know what I mean; the uniq specimen that will last for Eternity, and infinitely drifting in the sidereal space. More than 40 years ago, is the Satellite Voyager 1 that departed from Earth, in a journey to the Infinite limits of the Universe, with onboard of it, a message engraved on a disc in gold, that retraces the history of humanity on earth, like the hieroglyphs on the wall of the pyramid sand the Grotto paintings on rocks, but the missing phrase would be:

“Only You knows that we were the principal cause of the extinction of our own species”

The Tassili N’Ajer

As another example, In the Tassili N’ Haggar mountains, in the Sahara at the extreme south of Algeria, there rock-paintings (Rupestres Painting) from the Neolithic era, that witness the life of the people living in that age and there environmental habitat. Only painting figures and facts, sort of remaining data, that is still a mystery to decipher. Unlike the Hieroglyph, that we know a lot about the Pharaohs and the ancient Egypt, thanks to Champeleon Discovery during Napoleon Bonaparte Campaign of Egypt. Only we know, after the discovery of the oil underneath that the Sahara was a green landscape then,with interior sea, rivers and volcanic mountains and that let us suppose that the desert erosion factor there was due to a climate change and that caused the aridity of the Sahara aftermath

“And It’s painful to see in HDTV, a panoramic screen view the laments of a pachyderms kneeling down on the ground and lounging on the side accepting its fatal fate.”

I had a chance to wander through the vestiges of the Casbah of Algiers, I accompanied then  my daughter to a visit to the shrine of the holy patron, Sidi Abderrahman, guardian of Citadel, and what I discovered along the labyrinths of its streets, and stairs, or what left of it, it’s only the facades that the lumbering posts support them from collapsing. It was like a decorative facades for spaghetti western movies of the 60s and the Hollywood studios, for urban battles in the aftermaths, like the Battle of Algiers movie.

It’s pungent, but revolting at the same time to attend to the fall of house that shelters a thousand years of intimate history. What Time erosion didn’t worn as it goes by, Stupidity and greed of human being finished the job by let it fall down, passively; indifferently. Acting exactly the same Like when It’s for no assisting   to person who is in danger, or you call for un ambulance from the hospital that never comes, as it often happens out there in Algiers, long before the venue of the pandemic, and besides that being in The time of Corona _Cholera, Plague, there’s no love or compassion. Algiers had survived, so many diseases,  earthquakes(1792), the Plague, like Oran in the book by Albert Camus, and so on, over the past centuries.

Both, The Casbah and The Goldfinch are endangered species ,either of them are disappearing on its own way.
The Casbah nurtured itself on the love of its dwellers, it breathes as they breathe and lives on the scents of Jasmin and fragrances of thousands nights and spices, its sounds with the crisp crease of the silky and white veils that the Algéroises, the Algerian women’s wear, and the stones stairs resounding with the little terra-cotta drums and windpipes (Zorna) on the roofs of the white houses downhill from the heights of the Citadel Of Seven Doors to the ramparts of waterfront. El Djaziras, El Djazaïr

I am afraid that, as the Casbah continues crumbling, comes a day when people commemorates the vestiges with a plaque like the one of the above but instead that says:

 “A letter from the past_ Here was the Célèbre Casbah” 

The Goldfinch, el Mackneen, in Algerian language is the symbol of freedom to Algerians, and especially for the people in Algiers and immortalized to posterity with a song written by a political prisoner during the battle of Algiers. The Goldfinch feeds itself on seeds that it extracted from a thorny whistle, and it gets hurt sometimes also,  like The Thorn Birds and died. The inhabitants of Algiers price el Mackneen to the point that almost in every house there is a caged bird and the hobby extended the the whole country of Algeria, thanks, but no thanks to the fans of soccer clubs; it became an endangered bird, now protected by Law

That’s why I write, as everyone has a cause, and a reason why my blog hence is named.

“Only You know I did”

My People

My People out there, they all gathered and stand out, out there in Algiers, Algeria for just a little bit of Democracy, They are all set ;

For a walk and to protest,
A Walk to Not Forget,
A Sworn they have made,
To One Million and more,
The Fallen Ones of yesterday
They stand for and  march today
and Tomorrow they walk and encore

You may say that they are all;

Dream-singers, Story-tellers, Dancers, Loud laughers in the hands of Fate—            My People. Dish-washers, Elevator-boys, Ladies’ maids, Crap-shooters, Cooks, Waiters, Jazzers,  Nurses of babies, Loaders of ships, Porters, Hairdressers, Comedians in vaudeville And band-men in circuses— Public Places, and on stages*  Dream-singers all, Story-tellers all. Dancers—Folk dances* God! What dancers! Singers—Chaâbi* God! What singers! Singers and dancers, Dancers and laughers. Laughers? Yes, laughers….laughers…..laughers— Loud-mouthed laughers in the hands of Fate.

I’ll give you that,
but they do that
with smiles and flowers
They get beaten,
They get bones-broken
They get stolen
They get dust roll’n
But they stand up again
and laugh and sing…

Yes, laughers….laughers…..laughers—
Loud-mouthed laughers in the hands of Fate.

_*emphasizes added

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on June 20, 2020 by the Academy of American Poets.

Still I’ll rise, Like the Phœnix from its ashes

¶“Still I’ll rise, Like the Phœnix from its ashes. I’ll Rise”

Because of COVID-19, Tomorrow  June 19 In Algiers, 🇩🇿 Algeria, People of The Hirak, (the mouvement), can’t gather up in a protest for more democracy, like before.

_Courtesy to l’économiste

People out there, they have been in a protest every Fridays since more than a year, they march from the Place des Martyrs In the Basse-Casbah, through the the Street of Baba-Azzoun to La Grande Poste, where they stood peacefully and in a civilized way To show an Image of the people of Algeria that the whole world has admired and showed them sympathy.

From The Casbah, the Citadel, Since The Battle of Algiers, They want to send a message from La Grande Poste to the whole whole:

Ψ

I’ll rise

More Maya Angelou

“You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.“

“Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.“
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/still-i-rise-by-maya-angelou

_Yes, indeed you may say that: I have got oil wells pumping far out three in the Sahara Desert, But  the pipelines are like veins under my starvation skin, passing under the Mediterranean Sea, to Light, warm, and feed The Europeans people, and I am sitting here jobless, starving like the other Africans people, yes I am Still from North Africa, it’s the same as everywhere in Africa.

_Sorry, Mr. Charles Aznavour, au pays du soleil la misère n’est pas n’est  moins Plus supportable qu’ailleurs  

_Sorry Mr. Charles Aznavour, In The Sunny side Country of the world, In Africa, Misery is still the same, although It’s not cold, but Still hungry 

Time and again

An Elixir of the gods 

_Courtesy to:

https://live.staticflickr.com/4502/37507241961_99c68c65c7_o_d.jpg

If I would have been given a chance one more time to go for a voyage, in a near future, I would have

A list to do:

First thing, first
◽️_Book a flight to Paris 
◽️ _Mon  Pêché-Mignon; Have a cup of coffee_un P’tit Noir in a Parisian Bistros 
◽️_Have a beer at a terrace, outside a café-bar In Les Cartiers Latins

◽️_Having a Café-Creme at St Germain- des-Prés 

For those couple of days, in my confinement, I was reading a book from Henri Dole, The Orhic Paris, then, when I got to the end of this page under, I had a puissant envy to write down to paper, a thought about a faraway place and souvenirs that are still vivid in my memory, like indelible marks in my mind. So_ here below, the page in question; and when you will have read it, you’ll understand my itching for words to describe my entire state of mind. Then, like by a stroke of a magic wand; maybe a muse, maybe was it Calliope? Erato, or Thalia.. How knows; they are nine sisters; and all of them whimsicals, as well, then: Eureka! a writing prompt from WordPress the April Month of Poetry post that came on hand, in an email; Voilà!

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ONE OF MY EARLIEST MEMORIES (was I three? Is of sitting at the kitchen table in Marseille while eating a warm, buttery crunchy croissant, dunked in my grandmother’s bowl of  au lait. It’s adulthood I was tasting, and love. Every morning and in every French city and town , there is the endless shrik of the steam whistling, as if from another century, through shiny stemless steel espresso machines. This morning standing at a nearby café-bar, I listened across time as the boiling water, under pressure, was forced through finely grounded coffee beans , and my shot was poured into a little bowl with piping hot milk, and served with a pyramid of sugar cubes on a tiny plate, each square as flawlessly cut as stone block , made by a mason for an Aqueduct or a temple. _Henri Cole_Orphic Paris 

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Les Deux-Magots

For having been living in Paris for years, I got then the Spleen of Paris, an undefined feeling, a sort of nostalgia for the moment that just happened a few while ago, they call it SODADE, in Portugal, the country of the Fado, and because there is so many things happening and interesting people you encounter in Paris,  some special person  that you fall in love with, and love, we were on our twenty, young and beautiful. So, as I was always in travel between two cities and counties because of my job_ I was a flight-attendant in that time, Paris was for me a port_d’attache. It’s like for New-Yorkers having The village, Blecker Street, Soho, then you can’t like live somewhere else besides New York at all.
That’s the thing which for I crave, and I am longing for; the swish of the percolating machine, waiting for a p’tit noir,  or a drafted beer, and calling the attending waiter in his white apron : He, Garson ! While sitting at the crowded terrace  outside the café-bar.

What carries us, and The things we carry

The Last Plane, The Last Train Trip , The Last Everything,

Before Everything Changed

When Life Felt Normal: Your Pre-Pandemic Moments

First, was a dream.

What Carries us is a Dream

‘Welcome to Your Flight, Nathan.’ Traveling During a Pandemic Means Having the Plane to Yourself. What a dream! Finally alone, I am the sole, the unique the only one inside the beast of metal, soaring above the immensity, saddling the wind

Pegasus, Aquarius, it was a myth, then
a miraculous tentative to fly, then
a dream comes true; a plane,
then a reach for the stars, then
Pegasus a dream again

A dream in the gleaming skies

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What Carries Us
BY EMILY JUNGMIN YOON

First, there was the horse.

Imagine creatures as majestic,
standing. All their lives they stand, withholding.

Imagine being tamed. Learning to be still,
to be speed. Imagine birds as large

as horses. We would be flying, grabbing
a majestic creature by its collar.

In cylinders of metal, we are four-legged
beast-lives of liminal spaces.

One time I was so tired of flying I wondered
if I will spend all my life packing then unpacking.

A complaint of privilege. We are such spending
creatures. And when I say we are beasts,

is that a metaphor? Metaphor, according to Papastergiadis,
is also transportation, between absence and presence,

“articulating action.” Its “very process,”
in times of extremity, is “akin to prophecy.”

I like the idea of transportation
as articulation, that the end of metaphor is a kind

of arrival, like getting off the train at an unknown stop.

So when I say we are beasts, perhaps what I mean
to do is remember that predators

have forward-facing eyes, and we do
grab others by the collar, and we do fly

in metal, in preparation for the kill.

What I want to do is slow down time.

Imagine love as a horse.

Think about us—a distance
apart only a flying thing could connect us—

standing and pacing, tamed and watching,

then finally with each other, laughing
as if to collapse, unbridled as wild horses.

In this era of brevity in this era of metal in this
era of abbreviation, yes, I’m trying to make you

think of me longer. Yes, this whole time,

the bird, the train, the whole thing
about metaphor, I said to say this,

that this is what carries us, the slow
consideration of what each other is, can be.

And first, there was the horse.

__Source: Courtesy Poetry of America(April 2020)

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“Above us the sheltering skies
_ Pegasus, Aquarius
_ A dream comes, an envy to flying us
_ And first, there was the horse, Pegasus
_ Then was the Bird, Icarus
_ The third came the train, The Chariot
_ Then the plane, carrying both
_ To join us, waiting I am waiting
_ Here curled, in my confinement
_ and you, out there far away
_ like a dream to come true one day”

At the departures, kiss and go, ah! depart is such sweet sorrow, I don’t like no more
the idea of transportation
as articulation, that the end of metaphor is a kind
of arrival, like getting off the train at an unknown stop.

Now that I am confined in the nowhere without you

____kalimelo

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“You pass through places and places pass through you, but you carry ’em with you on the souls of your travellin’ shoes.”_Molly

Daydream: El Capitan, Yosemite|It’s Refreshing

Fascination with the quest, Vis – Re-steeping, a daydream, Yosemite

Virtually, I was riveted to my couch with my laptop on my lap like everyone, surfing the web, back and forth, between editing old posts, drafts and WP daily prompts assignments and open interactive graphics, and following http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2015/01/14/sports/the-dawn-wall-up-close.html

Then, I got  e-mails from both

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/re-springing-your-step/

and #Daydream: El Capitan, Yosemite,

Almost, the event, as it moved slowly to its end; two-quite guys Pursuing the Impossible, and Coming Out on Top, although it may be unclear  for some people,  a particular memory, a feeling, and mood  is stirred in you, and you begin to think about it; to that old dream still dear to your heart and that we procrastinated so often, at some personal quest or achievement you did, anonymously, far of the limelight,  and spotlights, thoughtfully I got it,

“The modern mode of traveling…” Apart from such an assertion or such a result, I, myself, am a little  aware of the pace. But seated on the old mail-couch, we needed no evidence out of ourselves, to indicate the velocity. On this system, the word was not Magna Loquimur,  as upon railways, but “Vivimus”. Yes, “Vivimus”; we do not make verbal ostentatious of our grandeurs, we realize our grandeur  in act, and in the very experience of life.”

~ The English Mail-Couch, and Joan Of Arc_Thomas De Quincy, page 42.

I sprung from my couch after a long weekend fascinated with the quest, still  we that thoughts astir in my mind, took a cup of coffee, after that I wrote this post.