or YES you wander alone saying
YES I know
I must have been here
from potent hands
wrapped damp deserted
sprouting in dark places
aren’t we all
Boneless—Ready to Eat
What crashed into my ZONA TORRIDA could not be identified by conditional methods, so I tried the unconditional ones which left me exhausted at the moment the skies filled with tiny birds swirling in currents, a maelstrom in the air, a vortex draining crisp contour lines of their strength, a window opening then closing before I knew or could even guess what had spilled, soup or the jailed set free.
This poster board places you firmly in Cathar Country. But the big news here is the appearance of a national celeb in our neighborhood, with Patrick Sebastien himself giving a performance in a parking lot in Estagel next month. There was once a day when we would not have missed this for anything, but, well, those were the days. Now we're content to just know that it is happening, which means that, in a very real sense, much (if not all) is right with the world.
On our walk this morning, the sky was looking rainy. We are skeptical, though. No rain here for a long time, but they've got sure-enough drought conditions in the eastern departments of the Languedoc-Roussillon, where they've instituted water use alerts.
Otherwise, a normal July day. As I write, a helicopter flies over, headed for the gorges. The village air raid siren screams. Ambulance sirens on the main road. Vacation is not easy.