La CreperiePosted by julien in
Sweet sweet mornings sniffling to musings of chocolate flavored lingerings...
Mystic FreedomPosted by julien in
The morning light separates the mountains,
with green stripes of yellow. A light breeze flys in fresh beginnings, scents of mystic freedom. Black Water ShimmeringPosted by julien in
Black water shimmering.
Floating, bobbing crabs, high on caffeine and nicotine, Bear witness to geese in public displays of affection. Blue HuePosted by julien in
- makeshit rooms - where lips of a thousand tales exchange words in silence. SunshinePosted by julien in
"Let the sunshine burn your skin with the sweetness of mornings..."
... with windshields for shades - striped light cast across glossy lips and twinkling eyes. mutePosted by julien in
if you are mute, can you scream?
and if you cannot, what would you do to find peace? would you seek solace in the peace of others? would you give them peace to find solace? -j majestic bluePosted by julien in
blue, oh vast majestic blue,
what lines you draw on this pale sky that i might plunge into your eyes, and stream down your cheeks. -j powdered sugarPosted by julien in
if i sprinkled powdered sugar across rolling hills
would you lie with me and just forget the world? -j i yawnPosted by julien in
i yawn at this world filled with purpose...
to wake with the desire to sleep. -j green stonesPosted by julien in
21 dots
green stones and a pool a cesspool. a tie, a knot, a cup of coffee a gaze onto the horizon a stare. an albino strand dancing, twirling, flirting with the scent of an angel the perfume of the sea. -j a silver treePosted by julien in
if a silver tree could dance,
arms in the air, leafless but nonetheless twisting to the song of the green sparrow, then you my dear, without the fig leaf, should write. -j ripplesPosted by julien in
i want to fall asleep with your scent lingering
on the ripples of my skin. with a kiss to close my eyes. -j yellowPosted by julien in
the color yellow,
it's the reflection of the setting sun seen through transparent grape leaves in your eyes. -j a moodPosted by julien in
it is a mood, a feeling, a statement...
of the hairs remaining on my head, that i stand here before you in the nude, naked to your laughter, your pinches, your kisses. -j blue lacePosted by julien in
would you clip your wings to stand amongst us,
wrapped in blue lace, and welcome the fallen angel? would you exchange salvation for a piece of blueberry pie? -j these lightsPosted by julien in
it's these lights that come out to play at night,
green palms of red, orange hues of asphalt, and the reflection of a thousand cigarette ends burning in the clouds. -j to wakePosted by julien in
to wake to the tremors of kittens stumbling onto sundried leaves bunched up in a dimlit corner where shadows are cast in the sloping light of an early morning.
-j Reaching out in the etherPosted by julien in
A bleak reality that forces us to rely on brittle means of communication to establish relationships.
Relationships in a void that is occupied with bits of ones and zeros, empty yet always abustle. Not unlike the modern cities of today, with so much life, and yet not the faintest sound of a song, a tune sung by hearts beating. Plugged in, online, detached from the world that surrounds us. We seek refuge in the abyss of aimlessness, so as not to waste a moment, and yet wasting our lives. We are the future, moving forward, adapting changing... Into machines, the rise of the machines that is us. The beings that have become victims of their own success, driven by their own creations, slaves to their own freedoms. It is in this eulogy that I tell the story of man, who stared at the stars long enough to forget what he was standing on. -julien To BelievePosted by julien in
I want to make them believe in beautiful things
Simple things Things that cannot be purchased I want to make them believe in magic Real magic Magic that exists between people's interactions I want to make them believe in their dreams The impossible dreams, Which are only uttered on warm pillows between lovers I want to make them believe in others In the people around them In the people who believe in them I want to make them believe in love Shakespearean love The love that knows no boundaries, no limits, and no end I want to make them believe in themselves The caged within them That one day they may roam the earth free, them and themselves But mostly, I want her to believe in me The man she fell in love with Who is real, who wants to make her believe -julien screamPosted by julien in
if all that remains is a vacuum
how can she hear me scream? if the nothingness has filled her heart how can she understand my words? one sight, one sound, one scent and i'm lost again in memories long gone yet so close... to what end? -julien SnapshotsPosted by julien in
she sent me snapshots of her mind
but all i could see, were notions of mine - julien Casse CroutePosted by julien in
i went for a walk last night
she couldn't come, but she was there we passed by this little diner a sight for sore eyes, but the burgers... the burgers were sublime. two cheeseburgers, no cornichons a diet coke please. we sat staring at the guy behind the bar he had des rideaux pour cheveux maybe not so cute, hmmmm... check out the little jukebox. you think i can nip one for my room? two burgers later, a batch of pancakes and some syrup, we were pigs, but happy pigs, with big smiles, grins stained with ketchup that was the night, like every other night, and yet, yet, it was a beautiful night, every night... after all we were together, the food was great, what more could we want? -julien BordeauxPosted by julien in
Bubbles abound
She stands tall Glistening white Dressed in a smile Drop by drop White turns red Rivers from channels Form and flow Through the valley Around the peaks Into the caves Where the jungles still reign Wild shrieks proclaim With ecstasy and disdain That the rivers run red With a scent of grape White elephants extend Their nostrils in vain As the banks recede From cats lapping away But just as the drought sets in And the animals turn away The rain turns red Again, bordeaux and grape. -julien The girl inside the womanPosted by julien in
We would lie there for endless hours
staring at the ceiling, at each other. She would cuddle up to me, her eyes fluttering, glittering, and murmur in my ear. The girl would come out, smiling, whispering, snuggling, telling me in her sweet sweet voice that she'd missed me. I held her close every time, telling her of a future absurd, in which the girl could come out, and become the woman inside. -julien Ten Million & a RockPosted by julien in
Imagine a city of ten million.
A steel jungle on an island in the atlantic, and a rock in the jungle. A girl on the rock. Imagine a man in love, sifting through the millions, eyes weary, hallucinating... ...a mirage, a girl on a rock, the girl on the rock. One in ten million, the odds of a lottery. Some win money, others things. I, I just smiled, and called out her name. -julien 7abbaytikPosted by julien in
t3arraft 3alayki bil ingleezi
wou sahartik bil faransi bas ma 3rift 7ibbik, illa bil 3araby. -julien Bil 3arabyPosted by julien in
Ra7 t7ibb kteer banat
2sar wou twal shou2r wou somr Ra7 t7ibb bkill alloghat bil 2ingleezi wal faransi bas mahma 7abbayt mish ra7 t7ib min kil 2albak 2illa bil 3araby. -julien Le Coussin RougePosted by julien in
Un coussin rouge
entre ma poule et moi. Un coussin rouge sur sa poitrine douce. Un coussin doux en de sous de ma tete. Sa poitrine comme coussin en de sous de ma tete. Et le coussin rouge tombe parterre. -julien Une Car de MetroPosted by julien in
Une car de metro,
comme un universe profond. Vingt-cinq personne, ving-quatre mondes. Deux livres, deux dorts, six cherches un autre monde. Deux dans un monde, sept dans leur mondes, cinq perdues, et moi, moi j'ecrit de tout. -julien W3itehPosted by julien in
Hay2tik w3iteh, wou w3iteh 3a wad3ik
-julien Ana ba3rifPosted by julien in
Ana ba3rif innak mahwous fiyye
-j'adore DeliriousPosted by julien in
An exhausted girl.
Delirious. I was mesmerized. 11 pm, in the morbid hall. The elevator. That smell. That putrid smell. Toum. She rolls her tongue, and stumbles into a fit of laughter. I stood there, smiling, I couldn’t help it, there was something about her… crying her eyes, catching her breath. Falling into my arms, mumbling. Incoherent words. Beautiful words. I stood there, smiling. -julien Sleeping in her armsPosted by julien in
i lay my head down
on a beating heart she sighed, wrapping her arms around me hours had gone by, and yet still, i lay still, one sock off listening to her heartbeat. she spoke to me of secrets untold, of monsters under her bed. she spoke to me in her sleep, as i lay there listening to her sleep. -julien of FeetPosted by julien in
They call it a foot fetish...
The symmetry of the toes, a step ladder to the arch where the king stands tall, a benevolent king who listens to his people, a people who direct their leader, each in his place - power channelled to move the world. Like the sail and its rudders. The rivers run down a rugged landscape. A ridgeline directing the blue waters to where deltas form, at the edge of the world. To the Foot from Its Child The child's foot doesn't know yet that it's a foot, and wants to be a butterfly or an apple. But then stones and pieces of glass, streets, ladders, and the paths of the hard earth go on teaching the foot that it can't fly, that it can't be round fruit on a branch. The child's foot then was overcome, it fell in the battle, was a prisoner, condemned to live in a shoe. Gradually, without light, it started to know the world in its own way, without knowing the other foot, shut in, exploring life like a blind man. These soft nails of quartz, in a bunch, hardened, changed into opaque matter, into hard horn, and the small petals of the child got crushed, unbalanced, took the form of eyeless reptiles, worms' triangular heads. And then they grew calluses, they were covered with tiny volcanoes of death, unacceptable hardenings. But this blind thing walked without respite, without stopping hour after hour, one foot and then the other, now a man's or a woman's, above, below, through fields, through mines, through department stores and ministries, backward, outside, inside, forward, this foot laboured with its shoe, it hardly took time to be naked in love or in sleep, it walked, they walked until the whole man stopped. And then it went down into the earth and knew nothing, because there everything was dark, it didn't know that it had ceased being a foot, if they had buried it so that it could fly or so that it could become an apple. -pN -julien ThymePosted by julien in
The secret to our intelligence lies in a herb.
The sweet poignant aroma of thyme that puts caffeine to shame. The extended release factor that lies inbetween the molars - little seeds seeping into small crevasses. A dose of thyme, wrapped in a soft shell, olive moist. -julien Three minutes...Posted by julien in
She had not called. She should have called that day... i thought to myself.
That's the way things work. The distance was necessary, but why didn't she call? It was huge, an event that settled age-long disputes, even if only for the moment... and yet she had not called. Could she be so detached? I never doubted her before. I didn't doubt her passion, nor her love. I would not start now. ......she did call. She was the second person to call... within 3 minutes. Three minutes. -julien Social OrgiesPosted by julien in
We live in a social orgy.
Our doors are always open, welcoming all who would venture through. Our windows never shut, because anyone who would look through, is already inside. -julien ProjectionPosted by julien in
She looked at me and said, "I know you're infatuated with me."
By all means I was, but that's not what she meant. -julien Side by SidePosted by julien in
I stared, as I often do, at a couple sitting side by side behind a table stacked with food.
Baffled, I asked her, why do you imagine they're sitting side by side. She replied, "In their culture, every moment together is divine. In their culture, every meal together is a celebration, a celebration of love." Together, side by side, they made love, in every moment of their togetherness. They sat there, side by side, without even the hint of desire in their gestures. Their eyes spoke of a thousand and one nights, and yet they remained still. A passion exchanged in the darkness of the pupils. There I sat next to her, eating peas... and I began to understand. I turned to her and smiled, I could see the passion in her eyes. I alone could see the passion in her eyes, sitting by her side. -julien She came looking for you...Posted by julien in
I hadn't imagined she'd come.
I had created a place for us to meet, without having to say hello. A two way mirror that worked both ways. I could see her, she could see me, and yet somehow we believed we couldn't be seen. The dilemma of secretly admiring someone who secretly admires you. She came looking for you, but found only remnants of beautiful words once spoken. She came seeking solace, but found empty halls filled with words. She had come with you, but left alone. -julien Two HalvesPosted by julien in
I left my better half back home.
Boarding a plane at midnight, I kissed her goodbye and tore away from my arms. I left my soul back home. Dwelling in another body. -julien On IraPosted by julien in
On partira de nuit, l'heure où l'on doute
Que demain revienne encore Loin des villes soumises, on suivra l'autoroute Ensuite on perdra tous les nord On laissera nos clés, nos cartes et nos codes Prisons pour nous retenir Tous ces gens que l'on voie vivre comme s'ils ignoraient Qu'un jour il faudra mourir Et qui se font surprendre au soir Oh belle, on ira On partira toi et moi, où?, je sais pas Y a que les routes qui sont belles Et peu importe où elles mènent Oh belle, on ira, on suivra les étoiles et les chercheurs d'or Si on en trouve, on cherchera encore On n'échappe à rien pas même à ses fuites Quand on se pose on est mort Oh j'ai tant obéi, si peu choisi petite Et le temps perdu me dévore On prendre les froids, les brûlures en face On interdira les tiédeurs Des fumées, des alcools et des calmants cuirasses Qui nous a volé nos douleurs La vérité nous fera plus peur Oh belle, on ira On partira toi et moi, où?, je sais pas Y a que des routes qui tremblent Les destinations se ressemblent Oh belle, tu verras On suivra les étoiles et les chercheurs d'or On s'arrêtera jamais dans les ports Belle, on ira Et l'ombre de nous rattrapera peut-être pas On ne changera pas le monde Mais il nous changera pas Ma belle, tiens mon bras On sera des milliers dans ce cas, tu verras Et même si tout est joué d'avance, on ira, on ira Même si tout est joué d'avance A côté de moi, Tu sais y a que les routes qui sont belles Et crois-moi, on partira, tu verras Si tu me crois, belle Si tu me crois, belle Un jour on partira Si tu me crois, belle Un jour -jjG Au Bout De Mes RêvesPosted by julien in
Et même si le temps presse
Même s'il est un peu court Si les années qu'on me laisse Ne sont que minutes et jours. Et même si l'on m'arrête Ou s'il faut briser les murs En soufflant dans les trompettes Ou la force de murmures. J'irai au bout de mes rêves Tout au bout de mes rêves J'irai au bout de mes rêves Où la raison s'achève Tout au bout de mes rêves J'irai au bout de mes rêves Tout au bout de mes rêves Où la raison s'achève Tout au bout de mes rêves. Et même s'il faut partir Changer de terre et de trace S'il faut chercher dans l'exil L'empreinte de mon espace. Et même si les tempêtes Les dieux mauvais, les courants Nous feront courber la tête Plier les genoux sous le vent. J'irai au bout de mes rêves Tout au bout de mes rêves J'irai au bout de mes rêves Où la raison s'achève Tout au bout de mes rêves J'irai au bout de mes rêves Tout au bout de mes rêves Où la raison s'achève Tout au bout de mes rêves. Et même si tu me laisses Au creux d'un mauvais détour En ces instants qui déssèchent La face de nos amours. Je garderai la blessure Au fond de moi tout au fond Mais au-dessus je te jure Que j'effacerai ton nom. J'irai au bout de mes rêves Tout au bout de mes rêves J'irai au bout de mes rêves Où la raison s'achève Tout au bout de mes rêves J'irai au bout de mes rêves Tout au bout de mes rêves Où la raison s'achève Tout au bout de mes rêves. -jjG Je Voudrais Vous RevoirPosted by julien in
Days had gone by.
She had once told me that we should never be apart for more than 6 weeks. She said, "Seeing you every 6 weeks is the only way to temper my desire for you, which if left unchecked..." 6 weeks, and then an eternity in a fleeting moment... Chaos theory might well explain how I found you, seeking nothing, finding you hidden midst a vast collection of bootlegged music. I did not know who you were until I met you, I did not know what I wanted until I heard you, and so were your words... Cette lettre peut vous surprendre Mais sait-on ? peut-être pas Quelques braises échappées des cendres D'un amour si loin déjà Vous en souvenez-vous? Nous étions fous de nous Nos raisons renoncent, mais pas nos mémoires Tendres adolescences, j'y pense et j'y repense Tombe mon soir et je voudrais vous revoir Nous vivions du temps, de son air Arrogants comme sont les amants Nous avions l'orgueil ordinaire Du "nous deux c'est différent" Tout nous semblait normal, nos vies seraient un bal Les jolies danses sont rares, on l'apprend plus tard Le temps sur nos visages a soumis tous les orages Je voudrais vous revoir et pas par hasard Sûr il y aurait des fantômes et des décors à réveiller Qui sont vos rois, vos royaumes ? mais je ne veux que savoir Même si c'est dérisoire, juste savoir Avons-nous bien vécu la même histoire ? L'âge est un dernier long voyage Un quai de gare et l'on s'en va Il ne faut prendre en ses bagages Que ce qui vraiment compta Et se dire merci De ces perles de vie Il est certaines Blessures au goût de Victoire Et vos gestes, y reboire Tes parfums, ton regard Ce doux miroir Où je voudrais nous revoir -jjG -julien Là-basPosted by julien in
I sat there on the balcony overlooking the river.
I was supposed to be working, but work was the last thing on my mind. I had fallen in love. There, staring at the river, I drifted off... She had shown herself in a blinding flash of light. Her silhouette catching me off guard like the shadow which makes you stumble. Stumbling into her eyes, as she stared at my creation, a distraction, catching her off guard, to stare, if only for a moment, in awe. To stare... when one is knocked senseless by the sheer beauty, gaping at the madness of reality. My laptop was whining away in the background, playing random songs... Là-bas Tout est neuf et tout est sauvage Libre continent sans grillage Ici, nos rêves sont étroits C'est pour ça que j'irai là-bas Là-bas Faut du coeur et faut du courage Mais tout est possible à mon âge Si tu as la force et la foi L'or est à portée de tes doigts C'est pour ça que j'irai là-bas N'y va pas Y'a des tempêtes et des naufrages Le feu, les diables et les mirages Je te sais si fragile parfois Reste au creux de moi On a tant d'amour à faire Tant de bonheur à venir Je te veux mari et père Et toi, tu rêves de partir Ici, tout est joué d'avance Et l'on n'y peut rien changer Tout dépend de ta naissance Et moi, je ne suis pas bien né Là-bas Loin de nos vies, de nos villages J'oublierai ta voix, ton visage J'ai beau te serrer dans mes bras Tu m'échappes déjà, là-bas J'aurai ma chance, j'aurai mes droits N'y va pas Et la fierté qu'ici je n'ai pas Là-bas Tout ce que tu mérites est à toi N'y va pas Ici, les autres imposent leur loi Là-bas Je te perdrai peut-être là-bas N'y va pas Mais je me perds si je reste là Là-bas La vie ne m'a pas laissé le choix N'y va pas Toi et moi, ce sera là-bas ou pas Là-bas Tout est neuf et tout est sauvage N'y va pas Libre continent sans grillage Là-bas Beau comme l'on n'imagine pas N'y va pas Ici, même nos rêves sont étroits Là-bas C'est pour ça que j'irai là-bas N'y va pas On ne m'a pas laissé le choix Là-bas Je me perds si je reste là N'y va pas C'est pour ça que j'irai là-bas N'y va pas ... -jjG -julien ConfidentielPosted by julien in
Je voulais simplement te dire
Que ton visage et ton sourire Resteront prés de moi sur mon chemin Te dire que c'était pour de vrai Tout ce qu'on s'est dit, tout ce qu'on a fait Que c'était pas pour de faux, que c'était bien. Faut surtout jamais regretter Même si ça fait mal, c'est gagné Tous ces moments, tous ces mêmes matins Je vais pas te dire que faut pas pleurer Y a vraiment pas de quoi s'en priver Et tout ce qu'on a pas loupé, le valait bien Peut-être que l'on se retrouvera Peut-être que peut-être pas Mais sache qu'ici bas, je suis là Ça restera comme une lumière Qui me tiendra chaud dans mes hivers Un petit feu de toi qui s'éteint pas. -jjG Parler d'ma viePosted by julien in
J'voulais t'parler d'ma vie, c'est rare quand ça m'arrive
Un moment suffira, y'a pas grand' chose à dire Passé trente ans et je sais, au moins j'imagine Je n'aurai jamais mon nom dans les magazines Vois-tu, je suis de ceux que la foule rassure On ne peut être rien que parmi des milliers "Has been" avant d'avoir été, c'est un peu dur Ma vie tout l'monde aurait si bien pu s'en passer Je te dis pas les peurs, les lueurs et les flammes Je te dis pas le sang qui fait cogner le coeur Je te dis pas ces moments si froids et si pâles Et son visage qui justifiait mes heures Je suis de ces gens là qui ne choisissent pas Tu peux bien penser que ces vies sont des vies vaines Mais le hasard invente et colorie parfois Quand je pense à tout ça, ça m'colle la migraine Pourquoi vendre toujours quand y'a tant à donner T'as beau m'expliquer qu'ça fait partie d'un système Il me faut bien des pilules pour l'avaler Je te dis pas les peurs, les lueurs et les flammes Je te dis pas le sang qui fait cogner le coeur Je te dis pas ces moments si froids et si pâles Et son visage qui justifiait mes heures -jjG Learning to flyPosted by julien in
She called me late at night.
She said, I want to fly. I said where to? She said, i just want to fly. She wanted to show me the world, late at night. She said, let's go for a walk. I said why not. Late at night, she led me to the top of the world, and told me to look down. She said, I wanted to bring you here, late at night. It was our first time. Hers and mine. That night, we learnt to fly. -julien I burnt my finger...Posted by julien in
 Lighting a candle. I burnt my thumb. Twice I held the lighter upside down. Twice I blackened my skin. And yet, the second time I smiled. I lit a candle for my sweet tangerine. A rose, red, and purple candle. Why we believe that the flame brings luck is beyond me. But I smiled nonetheless, burning my finger, knowing that if only for today, I had detached myself, from myself, through the flame, to be with her, in the flame, next to her, during the exam. Mon ame assit aupres de son ame. -julien Of sleepless nights...Posted by julien in
I once stayed up 5 days straight.
I had 5 years of math to study. 5 years to study, 5 years to remember, and 90% to achieve. This was the final exam, of a second attempt at a Calculus course. The first two exams I had royally fucked up. This I had to ace. Imagine realizing that you had 5 days. 24 hours a day, to pull together 5 years. The capacity of the bewildered mind is humbling. To purchase 24 bottles of Red Bull. To consume red bull, and be consumed by red bull. Every formula, every exception, every rule, every tidbit posted on a white wall. A white wall covered with 5 years worth of mathematics. Imagine all that information sitting above the rim of your glasses, staring at you from a distance. It was all so small. Such small print to fit it all. And yet, there was no other way. As I sat there, solving problems. Problems they called them. Whenever I got stuck, I got up and sought the solution on the wall. The wailing wall. 24, 48, 72... the hours trickled by, and soon I realized that I had become one with the wall. 5 days. 1004 problems solved. I got up. Drudging through the scattered solutions I made for the fridge. Awake with 4 cans of red bull, skipping to class. Delirious, on the brink of insanity. There I sat scribbling the answers - the answers scribbling themselves through the caffeine in my veins. In front of me the wall of knowledge, appearing through the lids of my closed eyes. I achieved a 97% on that exam. And yet, the very next day I had forgotten everything. The mind, it seems, is self aware. -julien Of Full Moons...Posted by julien in
Searching the skies for Cassiopeia.
Half a moon. A tall building. A full moon. How a distant object could bring people closer... And I thought to myself. There's that distinct possibility that she's looking up, seeing what i'm seeing. The moon is a rock in the sky. A mirror reflecting light. Light is a wave, but also measured as matter. At 384400kms, it would take about 2 seconds for light to travel from my eyes to hers. Call it a delayed sensation. -julien In Seven Days.Posted by julien in
In seven days she'll take the exam. The exam.
The exam. How horribly definitive. So much has revolved around this exam. An exam that means so much, and yet proves so little. Much like all exams. A test of your capacity to prepare, to sustain the pressure, the will power to go it all. But not a test of your true ability to perform. That's why there are two types of good test takers. Those who challenge the test to a duel of wits. And those who exhaust all possibilities that would enable a challenge. To the latter the test will be no more than a brute force hack. Intelligence is a measure of the extent to which the solution is unique and simple. -julien On ephemerial relationships...Posted by julien in
It started with a song, of course, a song about love, of course.
"Every time I said I loved you, I said I would die for you, and when you left, and I did not die; I loved again, and again, I said I would die...." If you knew that the relationship would not last... If you knew for certain. If you knew that every relationship would not last... What of that? Would it be that you would find refuge in ephemerial relationships - that which would not need to last, that which you would not need to dread. So the relationships become voyages... How could you not enjoy a voyage? A trip that always brought you back home - home where you always find refuge. Or... could it be that, you live not in the future, but rather in the present. Even in full knowledge of the future, you find yourself intoxicated in living, in being, in experiencing all that which love has empowered you with... living it until the end... even if the end is tomorrow. You see, we cannot afford to be rational. We cannot afford to learn from our past, when it comes to love. It's one of those things that must always stumble upon, even if we've stumbled before. For every instance of love, somehow manages to be unique, so unique that even the same stumblings seem different. And so we walk down the path, blinded, like the blind, and yet with every fall, we pick ourselves up, with renewed vigor and will to see, though we are no less blind. And so it is, that we will love again, and die for love once again... ~ julien et edith ~ On LibrariesPosted by julien in
Here I am sitting in a public library, surrounded by books...
I've just returned to my seat, having strolled the aisles, covered, column after column with books, with words, with knowledge. Here, midst these walls of knowledge I feel I know nothing, and yet I am empowered. The knowledge of the existence of knowledge. The absurdity of that statement. The knowledge of the presence of knowledge, on tap, within reach, almost as if... within me. To walk into a room, and become instantly omniscient, if only within the room. Hearing voices, of writers, authors, poets, philosophers, playwrights, a symphony of instruments, books, where each can be heard distinctly, and yet altogether there's a harmony. One can hear the music, or choose to zone in on a particular voice. To open a book, to select a voice, and listen, to the soul, words, character, emotions... So much more than a fleeting voice, heard once, interpreted once, contemplated without depth, contemplated forever, and yet always stuck in that moment in time. Within these walls slumber the souls of the dead, living, lingering upright, stacked against one another in anticipation to reveal themselves, their innermost selves to anyone with the will, just the will, to remove them from their idleness. Yet they do not complain, nor fidget, for in their eternity of being, they never have a moment's rest. These libraries, where the quiet is filled with noise. Isn't it absurd? - julien On Chewing with the Mouth OpenPosted by julien in
So I sat there, with a cup of ear grey tea, thinking to myself, "This cap is absurd! Not only does it smell of plastic, but it also keeps the aroma of the steaming tea from my curiously strong sense of smell."
It had been a while since my last attempt at convincing the guy next to me from punching me due to my incessant open-mouthed chewing. My usual approach started with a, "it tastes better this way", but soon turned into a full-fledged theory on chewing. When one chews, there tends to be a need to 'taste' the food, prior to the act of swallowing. This tasting is a two-fold process, starting in the mouth, on the tastebuds, and moving into the nostrils, back and forth as the chewing develops. The nasal effect exists due to the movement of air between the mouth and the nose, seeing as they are directly connected. With the mouth closed, however, the passage of air (in the act of breathing) avoids the mouth, limiting the food aroma to the capacity of the tastebuds (which are quite limited in comparison to the superior nose). Thus, in opening the mouth, one enables a double entry/exit passage, creating a natural flow of air [as with opening two windows across a room] that swirls the aromas up to the nose, in effect doubling the 'taste' of the food. This not only applies to chewing, but also drinking, where it is best known as "slurping". Slurping increases the surface area at which the liquid comes in contact with the air, allowing for more evaporation. Both are known for their added soundeffects... but if you think about it, would it really matter if everyone was doing it? A cacophony of slurps, crackles, and pops to add yet another sensory element. - julien |