Meditations on Silence / Stormy Weather 2009-2015

What fine weather I wonder

The loneliness Or The uncertainty

 

Nothing is harder than to give them shape

That will allow us to look them in the face

All that was opening closes All that was helping deserts us

 

A man is on one or the other bar

This is the very basis of our commitment

They take shape

I repeat

They take action

 

Do you not feel it under your thumb as it holds the corner of the pages?

 

However much we expect it, we do not recognize it

The broken parts cannot be replaced

I alone am responsible for their actions

 

And I leave you

The prospect of being homeless

Text extracts from the book The Difficulty of Being / Jean Cocteau