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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Espace personnel et virtuel où je publie mes inspirations du moment. http://virtuadesign.ca</description><title>Quelque part sur le Web</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @virtuadesign)</generator><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/</link><item><title>Après tant d’années, Jacques Brel se demandait le pourquoi...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="299" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZqZ2pxLFYxA?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Après tant d’années, Jacques Brel se demandait le pourquoi de l’assassinat de Jean Jaurès&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;On se le demande toujours.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/24329541243</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/24329541243</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2012 09:55:34 -0400</pubDate><category>Jacques Brel</category><category>Jean Jaurès</category><category>France</category><category>chanson</category></item><item><title>Taxi, Singapore, OhioBy Lo Kwa Mei-en

Wife-beatered, bedroom...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4n1k1hLGi1r8yxz1o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taxi, Singapore, Ohio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Lo Kwa Mei-en&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Wife-beatered, bedroom burst with birds&lt;br/&gt;
and sons, my grandfather turns left on red&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;forever. We leave mainland for traffic or fish,&lt;br/&gt;
an island for snow, the hereditary list&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;to Away for his ghost taxi I never heard:&lt;br/&gt;
a quartet of poached songbird in the trunk.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In my mirror, I see the men I got drunk&lt;br/&gt;
off just breathing them, and tonight I wish&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I took the well-trafficked kiss to market,&lt;br/&gt;
watched it sun and sell and darken&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;beside a silver moon of pomfret thanked&lt;br/&gt;
for flesh, for time. The fishmonger of me&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;walks home with a little fish a little empty,&lt;br/&gt;
but the next life will be landlocked, so we get&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;into a taxi and take somebody home&lt;br/&gt;
before that life surfaces: some snow, all stone&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;animals you cannot shoot, agree&lt;br/&gt;
-able species floated at the corners of yards.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We’ll ghost into a life like minor chords,&lt;br/&gt;
make rearview eyes at what could have flown—&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;as a taxi turns left on red, four songs shut&lt;br/&gt;
in the trunk, testing the border like a cut&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;so open we’ll know it forever, the words&lt;br/&gt;
that could have taken us home nowhere,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;then brilliant, gone, fish sailing through air.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Original here =&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.guernicamag.com/poetry/taxi-singapore-ohio/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.guernicamag.com/poetry/taxi-singapore-ohio/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/23802755742</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/23802755742</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 12:31:34 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>Guernica magazine</category><category>Lo Kwa Mei-en</category></item><item><title>« Celui qui désespère des événements est un lâche, mais...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ha1yBF8h1r8yxz1o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;« Celui qui désespère des événements est un lâche, mais celui qui espère en la condition humaine est un fou. »&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;— Albert Camus&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/23609343344</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/23609343344</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 10:38:56 -0400</pubDate><category>Albert Camus</category><category>philosophy</category><category>philosophie</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m43d7qXSbi1r9hl3io1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/23141945256</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/23141945256</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 21:59:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3thveoW7N1qdj0hbo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22786901396</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22786901396</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 13:49:40 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>It wasn’t meant to end like this</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3s0flPJdv1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lensculture.com/c-photo?thisPic=1" target="_blank"&gt;It wasn’t meant to end like this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22753260542</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22753260542</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 21:27:32 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3md420a051qiyshfo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22665099314</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22665099314</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 15:28:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Robin: “Boy! That was our closest call ever! I have to...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3nrfecy5J1r8yxz1o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Robin: “Boy! That was our closest call ever! I have to admit that I was pretty scared!” &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Batman: “I wasn’t scared in the least.” &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Robin: “Not at all?” &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Batman: “Haven’t you noticed how we always escape the vicious ensnarements of our enemies?” &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Robin: “Yeah, because we’re smarter than they are!” &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Batman: “I like to think it’s because our hearts are pure.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22588962705</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22588962705</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 11:09:55 -0400</pubDate><category>batman</category><category>robin</category><category>batman and robin</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3gyh1RCKR1qm6qwdo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22346335816</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22346335816</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 19:00:30 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m37zopGzzu1r8yxz1o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22022705274</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/22022705274</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 22:46:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Photography</category><category>Photographie</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m35z6bPdDG1qdj0hbo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21983223814</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21983223814</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 12:13:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2hhv6ShVW1qdj0hbo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21624073020</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21624073020</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2012 22:32:39 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2j2u8joY71r5jwiwo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21465050906</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21465050906</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2012 20:59:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>« Les hommes attendent parfois de la vie quelque chose...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2qs2lW59D1r8yxz1o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;« Les hommes attendent parfois de la vie quelque chose qu’elle ne leur donnera pas, et cette attente idiote, c’est leur but, leur passion. Pourquoi les hommes rendent-ils creux ce qui est plein ? »&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;— Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21434940865</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21434940865</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2012 09:03:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt</category></item><item><title>“You don’t have any other society where the educated classes are...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0s36wqDRZ1qmqh97o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You don’t have any other society where the educated classes are so effectively indoctrinated and controlled by a subtle propaganda system – a private system including media, intellectual opinion forming magazines and the participation of the most highly educated sections of the population. Such people ought to be referred to as “Commissars” – for that is what their essential function is – to set up and maintain a system of doctrines and beliefs which will undermine independent thought and prevent a proper understanding and analysis of national and global institutions, issues, and policies”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;—	 Noam Chomsky&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21380727711</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21380727711</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 10:24:43 -0400</pubDate><category>Noam Chomsky</category></item><item><title>Cold was the night and hard was the ground
They found her in a...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxu979sijW1r439geo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cold was the night and hard was the ground&lt;br/&gt;
They found her in a small grove of trees&lt;br/&gt;
And lonesome was the place where Georgia was found&lt;br/&gt;
She’s too young to be out on the street&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Why wasn’t God watching?&lt;br/&gt;
Why wasn’t God listening?&lt;br/&gt;
Why wasn’t God there&lt;br/&gt;
for Georgia Lee?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ida said she couldn’t keep Georgia from dropping out of school&lt;br/&gt;
I was doing the best that I could&lt;br/&gt;
Oh, but she just kept running away from this world&lt;br/&gt;
These children are so hard to raise good&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Why wasn’t God watching?&lt;br/&gt;
Why wasn’t God listening?&lt;br/&gt;
Why wasn’t God there&lt;br/&gt;
for Georgia Lee?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Close your eyes and count to ten&lt;br/&gt;
I will go and hide but then&lt;br/&gt;
Be sure to find me, I want you to find me&lt;br/&gt;
And we’ll play all over&lt;br/&gt;
We’ll play all over&lt;br/&gt;
We’ll play all over&lt;br/&gt;
again&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There’s a toad in the witch grass, there’s a crow in the corn&lt;br/&gt;
Wild flowers on a cross by the road&lt;br/&gt;
And somewhere a baby is crying for her mom&lt;br/&gt;
As the hills turn from green back to gold&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Why wasn’t God watching?&lt;br/&gt;
Why wasn’t God listening?&lt;br/&gt;
Why wasn’t God there&lt;br/&gt;
for Georgia Lee?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Why wasn’t God watching?&lt;br/&gt;
Why wasn’t God listening?&lt;br/&gt;
Why wasn’t God there&lt;br/&gt;
for Georgia Lee?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Georgia Lee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
by Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan&lt;br/&gt;
on &lt;i&gt;Mule Variations&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21210772980</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21210772980</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 10:28:25 -0400</pubDate><category>Tom Waits</category><category>Mule Variations</category><category>Georgia Lee</category><category>Kathleen Brennan</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2hhucAIyO1qdj0hbo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21127789744</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21127789744</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2012 00:08:54 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>“Philadelphia, more than any filmmaker, influenced me....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2ahdkHTIR1rowvino1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Philadelphia, more than any filmmaker, influenced me. It’s the sickest, most corrupt, decaying, fear-ridden city imaginable. I was very poor and living in bad areas. I felt like I was constantly in danger. But it was so fantastic at the same time.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;— David Lynch&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21037020750</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21037020750</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 15:44:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m23ea4Rdx71r0v18co1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21023530516</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21023530516</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 10:07:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>David Lynch e Isabella Rossellini por Helmut Newton.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2e9977cCn1qck6dco1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;David Lynch e Isabella Rossellini por Helmut Newton.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21003231799</link><guid>http://quelque-part-sur-le-web.ca/post/21003231799</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 22:35:27 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

