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De la manipulation des symboles : (2) « l’identité »
Article en ligne dans le blog Pour une économie non-aristotélicienne : http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/2014/06/16/de-la-manipulation-des-symboles-2-lidentite/
Suite de De la manipulation des symboles : (1) «les valeurs», «évaluation» :
Version pdf complète: De la manipulation des symboles (14 06 2014)
Isabelle Aubert-Baudron: Commémoration des deux guerres mondiales : De la sémantique générale comme base de résolution des problèmes humains – Extrait de « Science and Sanity »
Article en ligne dans le blog Pour une économie non-aristotélicienne : http://generalsemantics4all.wordpress.com/2014/06/14/isabelle-aubert-baudron-commemoration-des-deux-guerres-mondiales-de-la-semantique-generale-comme-base-de-resolution-des-problemes-humains/
avec la traduction française d’un extrait du chapitre XIX de « Science and Sanity » CHAPTER XIX: “MATHEMATICS AS A LANGUAGE OF A STRUCTURE SIMILAR TO THE STRUCTURE OF THE HUMAN NERVOUS SYSTEM” (p. 269-274)
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A.D. WINANS: POEM FOR THE FRIEND WHO TOLD ME I NEED TO STOP DWELLING ON THE PAST
a friend of mine tells me
I need to stop dwelling on the past
that nostalgia is an anchor
that will weigh me down
he’s like the lyric
to that Hank Williams song
« I saw the light, « I saw the light. »
a song he sang to Minnie Pearl
his feet sticking out the side
of an open convertible
on its way to Memphis
I’m still groping for that light
a hundred shadows from my past
hitch-hiking along for the ride
angels have traded in their wings
for a ticket to my dreams
the phantom of the opera
has a front row seat in my nightmares
mutilated poems wrap them self in my arms
pit tomorrow against yesterday
nomadic thoughts camp inside
my brain cells
master to none servant to many
for a ticket to my dreams
the phantom of the opera
has a front row seat in my nightmares
mutilated poems wrap them self in my arms
pit tomorrow against yesterday
nomadic thoughts camp inside
my brain cells
master to none servant to many
old flame’s light burned out torches
in my loins
there is no place to flee
no resting stop at the end
of a long journey
from here to nowhere
in my loins
there is no place to flee
no resting stop at the end
of a long journey
from here to nowhere
I spend the afternoon
at Martha’s coffee shop
with hot coffee and a newspaper
for company
tomorrow those same newspaper lines
will be past history
should I pretend they never existed?
at Martha’s coffee shop
with hot coffee and a newspaper
for company
tomorrow those same newspaper lines
will be past history
should I pretend they never existed?
I am ten months into
my seventy-seventh year
winter will soon be here
with her cold claws and heavy rain
forcing her way into the walls of my mindwere she of human flesh
she would crack open
my memory vault
find miles of past memories
that flow like Li Po poems
down a river old as time
should I ignore her
tell her to come back next winter
that now isn’t the time?
my seventy-seventh year
winter will soon be here
with her cold claws and heavy rain
forcing her way into the walls of my mindwere she of human flesh
she would crack open
my memory vault
find miles of past memories
that flow like Li Po poems
down a river old as time
should I ignore her
tell her to come back next winter
that now isn’t the time?
I have written one too many memorial poems
for friends who have passed-away
should I shut them out of my mind
focus on tomorrow
build a graveled path that leads
to the promised land?
for friends who have passed-away
should I shut them out of my mind
focus on tomorrow
build a graveled path that leads
to the promised land?
my emotions are trapped in quicksand
no place to run
no place to hide
endless chatter comes from
the 4-walls where
death hides between the cracks
no place to run
no place to hide
endless chatter comes from
the 4-walls where
death hides between the cracks
the past is my lover
she clings to my body
like a child to a mother’s bosom
she sleeps in my memory cells
like a phantom bank that accepts
only deposits refuses withdrawals
she clings to my body
like a child to a mother’s bosom
she sleeps in my memory cells
like a phantom bank that accepts
only deposits refuses withdrawals
I think of her
like I think of San Francisco
the city of my birth
the salt air smell at ocean beach
the Marina Greens
north beach and the fillmore
all filled with memories
my past is my present
the future a gypsy fortune teller
like I think of San Francisco
the city of my birth
the salt air smell at ocean beach
the Marina Greens
north beach and the fillmore
all filled with memories
my past is my present
the future a gypsy fortune teller
my existence
a slow chugging locomotive
on an anonymous journey
known only to the conductor
punching invisible tickets in the hands
of faceless passengers
a slow chugging locomotive
on an anonymous journey
known only to the conductor
punching invisible tickets in the hands
of faceless passengers
A.D. WINANS
Michalis Limnios BLUES @ GREECE: A.D. Winans: The Golden Gate Poet
Photo by Alexsey Dayen
Poet writer A.D. Winans talks about the Beats, poetry, Blues, Jazz, photography and San Francisco’s life
“The universe is all around us, but when they look up at the sky, all they see is the sun, the moon, and stars.”
A.D. Winans: The Golden Gate Poet
http://blues.gr/profiles/blogs/poet-writer-a-d-winans-talks-about-the-beats-poetry-blues-j azz-1
6 poèmes d’ AD Winans en ligne dans le site Empty Mirror.
Those poems are on line at http://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/features/poems/6-poems-by-a-d-winans.html
« About A.D. Winans A. D. Winans is a native San Francisco poet, writer and photographer. He was friends with Jack Micheline, Bob Kaufman, Charles Bukowski and other poets and writers of the 50’s and 60’s. The author of over 50 books and chapbooks of prose and poetry, his work has appeared internationally and been translated into nine languages. He is the winner of a 2006 PEN National Josephine Miles award for literary excellence. In 2009 PEN Oakland presented him with a Lifetime Achievement Award. One of his poems was set to music and performed at Tully Hall, NYC. His book, Drowning Like Li Po in a River of Red Wine: Selected Poems:1970-2010 is available from BOS Press. He is available for readings. »
Visit A.D. on the web: A.D. Winans Website & A.D. Winans Fan Site
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