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Oct.13.2012 Descartes' Street A couple of days ago I was walking behind the Pantheon, looking for the rue Descartes with Alechinsky's tree and Bonnefoy's poem; I went by the Bibliothèque Sainte-Geneviève, at the Sorbonne. There were two lines out front, on either side of the door, occupying most of the sidewalk: one for...	Apr.16.2012 Paris, Three More Days The church bells--restored to the North tower--are ringing twelve o'clock. I was working, I stop, because, although I'd like to continue, I think I've reached the point where I can't see what I'm doing any more, it's like reading when your eyes begin to glide over the words, and your mind is...
May.15.2010 Translating Yves Bonnefoy I'm working, in the brightest, freshest hour of every morning, on translating some Bonnefoy sonnets. I admire them a lot, for their compression and for their humanity, for their despair about art and death. They are not rhymed and they are not strictly metered and many of them are ekphrastic,...	May.19.2009 Translation It's a strange thing about the way I translate. Right now I'm working on two things, texts, that is: a new Cixous book and a poem by Yves Bonnefoy. I'm sure some people do a rigorous mental analysis of the texts they translate before they ever set pen to paper; ie, fingers to keys. For me it's...