Alain Fabre-Catalan

Il y a un para­doxe cer­tain à pub­li­er un livre inti­t­ulé “Poèmes à dire”, là où il aurait fal­lu un enreg­istrement sonore.  Mais le coût de ce dernier aurait sans doute été pro­hibitif… Zéno […]

  She stands amidst a ruin of fright­ened words. For many nights after she dreams of the scat­ter­ing. A man screams sound­less­ly as he chas­es after frag­ments of paper white and black against wind […]

  Fly­ing over Alice Springs we see vast stretch­es of earth        — red brown and occa­sion­al­ly a dash of green – grass, bush or tree – stub­born, ret­i­cent, like morn­ing stub­ble. The many-veins […]

  Very briefly then, I am mid­dle class and very Madras. Born and raised in West Mam­bal­am- the oth­er side of the rail­way tracks where fabled mos­qui­toes turn peo­ple into ele­phants. Went to college […]

  A Poem for my Cre­ative Writ­ing Class Out on a “Poem Walk”   “There is no such thing as a free walk” Did they walk well — your poems? Or did they fall […]

  There are many ways to stop a poem. You can do it by study­ing the thing they call Poet­ry. You can shout it down at meet­ings, coopt it into com­mit­tees, shoo it away […]

  The Glob­al Eye Transparant of Time And opaque of Eter­ni­ty One Hemi­sphere: Lunar Mem­o­ry, The Old World Look­ing back­wards, Flot­sam on the Sea. A mat­ed Hemi­sphere: Desire, Unseen Dark­side of the Sun, Endlessly […]