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Tag Archives: Paris
Bastille to Puritan Village: Strange Magic
Each time, after countless trips, still strange magic.Hours ago, we were eating croissants in the sun, looking at the soft green column of the Bastille, the genie de la Liberté, golden wings aloft, still leaping.Today I wake up to crisp carpeting … Continue reading
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Tagged displacement, estrangement, Paris, poetry, Rimbaud, time travel, travel
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Baudelaire Walks Pandemic Paris
Walking through Paris in the (imagined) aftermath of a pandemic, I had the uncanny feelings of déjà vu, that things had disappeared and been replaced, leaving behind a residue of scented melancholy. The gap between then and now ignited a … Continue reading
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Tagged Baudelaire, BN, Paris
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Passover, Notre-Dame and the Book Thing
The idea that Notre-Dame might be reduced to a hole in the ground, a collection of rubble terrified me. When I lived in Paris, or before that, or after, the Cathedral lodged itself deeply in my being. A friend mentioned … Continue reading
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Tagged books, creativity, Golden Haggadah, Haggadah, Notre-Dame, Paris, Passover, sacred books, Seder
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The Intimate Nature of Radical Times
Oh, the curse from the Chinese: “May he live in interesting times.” We’re living those interesting, precarious times: we are in the middle of structures, nations, assumptions breaking apart. London is calling, Paris, Brazil, US falling. We’re deep inside that … Continue reading
To France: The Gift of Not Knowing
For Noël, the French received a gift of unknowingness. It’s a lucky gift! Les gilets jaunes have doled out confusion to their compatriots who are singularly sure of themselves, gifted in the pur et dur, the absolute. Their clipped … Continue reading
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Tagged Christmas, Descartes, les fêtes, Noel, not knowing, Paris
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Lèche-Vitrine
“Lèche-vitrine,” in French, literally means to lick windows, and seeing the smart and composed surfaces in Paris, who wouldn’t want to do just that? The phrase refers to window shopping, and it cleverly underlines the magnetism of the object and … Continue reading
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Tagged image, objects, Paris, shopping, theory, window shopping
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Paris à Go-Go
Oh, the charms of having grown children! The Nor’Easter knew I couldn’t miss my visit to Planet Rachel! It let me slip out under the wire and get that plane to Paris. After a spell of ersatz sleep (as much … Continue reading
Parisian Late-Capitalist Blues
What an irony it would be if Paris becomes yet another generic European city where slick kids move from trendy cafe to darling bar to hip-chic restaurant. The French have always been such maniacs about preserving their rich culture and … Continue reading
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Tagged Clement Blanchet, Daroco, late capitalism, Le Dauphin, Paris, Rem Koolhaas
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My Own Equators
I like to travel south. The further south in Europe I go, the more comfortable I feel. I’m often following a pull, the force of personal migration. The compass point opens up more and more exhilaration. It’s as if I’m … Continue reading
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Tagged France, Hotel de Ville, Latvia, Lithuania, Mediterranean, Paris
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