The Green Hour Commute, a poem
The Green Hour Commute By Sarah Ingerson But people keep moving and the metro car drips, Peddlers peddle as their pitches get quicker Disgruntled commuters just chew on their lips. I open my flask, take a few hesitant sips, Nearly spit out my tongueful of licorice liquor But people keep moving and the metro … Read more
A Brief Snapshot of My Paris Parade
Paris is a beautiful city. It has sweetly convinced me that, maybe, I do in fact like bread. It has whispered that cobblestone streets crooked with age can, in fact, lead to contemporary art musuems. It is a city of collisions, where you can collide into an unsuspecting foreigner with their eyes to the French … Read more
Versailles!
Since we had the day off on Thursday, (aka May 31st), Pierre and I decided to explore Versailles. And explore we did. First, we braved the long line to see the palace…. And realized it’s just a lot of clashing marble…. Then, we walked around the gardens… And realized none of the fancy, famous fountains … Read more
Le Rayon Vert`
And another new one, named after an Eric Rohmer film I really like, but having nothing to do without, except maybe in tone: Le Rayon Vert by Billy Youngblood The aperitifs are all in dusty bottles sealed with wax on a high shelf where I cannot reach them And I am rooted to … Read more
Ekphrastics: Paris as Sculpture (and poetry!)
Here is one of the poems I read at Au Chat Noir; a cycle of ekphrastics based on the moods conjured by various statues around the city. Ekphrastics: Paris as Sculpture I. A great eruption of shovels and tie-rods, from the tail of a horse, points down rue Four toward the rue du Rennes, and … Read more
P-Air Pandy, one of the great front men!
I could pull shapes like you wouldn’t believe.
The Metro
Oh Los Angelenos, do you tremble? Does the slightest utterance of transportation and L.A. send milk curdling within the recesses of your gastrointestinal system? Fret no more–The Devil’s Highway doth not exist here. Here in Paris, the metro maintains an integral role in the daily lives of Parisians. A network of some 300 stations–the majority of which are clustered … Read more
Au Chat Noir Round Two
So this is, I guess, my first ever public reading of my own work. Hell of a place to do it!
Hungry in the City of Lights
Eat One must always be hungry. For without hunger life would cease to exist. One must be hungry not just for food, but for life. For the unknown, for experience. It is through satiating these hungers that we are able to grow, to live, and of course to enjoy. But one must still remain hungry … Read more
