A man-shaped tree-trunk drifted up the Narrows some ten days ago to come to rest against the rocks and in front of our eyes.
Now at low tide, in the Great Cold, iced over, it finally reveals itself to Nicole’s perspicacious camera not as my supposed anthropoid but as an another E.T.-oid.
0-The University of California Book of North African Literature
1-Exile is My Trade: A Habib Tengour Reader edited & translated by Pierre Joris
2-Pierre Joris: Cartographies of the In-Between edited by Peter Cockelbergh
3-Paul Celan: The Meridian Final Version—Drafts—Materials
Justifying the Margins (Essays)
My advice is to keep walking. One of these days an ‘attractive form’, a cross bred mutant from the deep, might just rise up and bite you! They rarely pose for pictures!