Souffrance ou on s’en fou-ance

Se dire je vais bien Olivia Walters Me voilà au clavier. Cela fait combien de temps, un peu plus d’un mois. Je reconnais que j’ai du mal à m’exprimer. Les phrases ne déroulent pas comme d’habitude. Alors en arrivant à un tel moment, on cherche la raison pour laquelle on se trouvait incertain, désespéré, voireContinue reading “Souffrance ou on s’en fou-ance”

How to Steal from French Magazines for Writing Inspiration

Writing poetry in the style of a ransom note Olivia Walters This week I wrote French poetry by snipping words from travel magazines I stole at the Charles de Gaulle airport. The exercise got me thinking about fresh ideas for my creative work, but as I began stringing words together, making word associations, and elaboratingContinue reading “How to Steal from French Magazines for Writing Inspiration”

Thoughts on Ending Books, Leaving Fiction World

Olivia Walters Yesterday evening I powered through the last 50 pages of Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises. It’s been some time since completing a book, start to finish. I felt accomplished, well-read, and introspective as I entered the post-operative reading phase in which readers bemoan the return to reality.   Reaching the last page, weContinue reading “Thoughts on Ending Books, Leaving Fiction World”

Book Review: Hemingway, Frustrating Heroines

Critique littéraire / Book review Olivia Walters La saison des cafards est arrivée. J’étais en train de ranger ma chambre et oups, j’en vois un au tapis, à peine en vie mais suffisamment d’énergie pour courir frénétiquement dès que j’essaie de l’écraser. La chair de poule traverse mon corps. Cockroach season is in full effect.Continue reading “Book Review: Hemingway, Frustrating Heroines”

Summer Obsessions: Notes on Mabanckou et Rilke

Olivia Walters Je m’arrêterai jamais quand il s’agit de Mabanckou. Il m’obsède. « S’il y a un secret que je pourrais livrer ici c’est que, pour faire parler les gens, il faut jouer la distance, l’indifférence, en un mot le désintérêt, y a pas mieux que ce stratagème vieux comme le monde pour déclencher lesContinue reading “Summer Obsessions: Notes on Mabanckou et Rilke”

Yeats, Love Letter to Mine

To my partner Olivia Walters I’m peering at my library, skimming the titles of authors who speak to me. Yeats, the poem The Fish  Je regarde ma bibliothèque, je lis entre les grandes lignes les titres des auteurs/autrices qui me parlent. Chez Yeats, la poème Le poisson   { Although you hide in the ebbContinue reading “Yeats, Love Letter to Mine”

Spooky Danish Sculptor’s Slice of Life

Olivia Walters  Olafur Eliasson, the contemporary Danish-Icelandic artist invited to expose in 2016 at the Château de Versailles, renovated Louis XIV’s former stomping ground by hanging a giant, pre-Christmas ornament from the ceiling.  Or so the eye believed.  Entering the Salle des Gardes du Roi, the room is stripped of furniture, save for two convexContinue reading “Spooky Danish Sculptor’s Slice of Life”

French Siboy Artistically Rebrands Hardcore Rap, He Hopes

Olivia Walters  The first distinguishing traits about Siboy are his ski mask and shiny grill flashing between two fingers doing the cunnilingus sign. If there was a puzzle called “Match the Accessory to the Rapper,”  Biggie’s lopsided crown and Kanye’s runway ready parachute pants would make up the most iconic pieces. But Siboy is SiboyContinue reading “French Siboy Artistically Rebrands Hardcore Rap, He Hopes”

The Widow on the Train

Olivia Walters I was traveling on the famous SNCF train in a compartment for four, but on that day, it was occupied by two. Lucille gave me her address and made me promise I would come visit her in Paris for tea. In a matter of an hour, a widow opened up to me, toldContinue reading “The Widow on the Train”

After School Special: Bus #10

Olivia Walters Look at me, impatiently waiting at the bus stop, one hand over my eyes, the other waving for the driver’s attention to take me home. Look at me, mounting the bus, scanning my pass, then doing the once-around to decide where I’ll sit. What an absolute joy it is to finally be outContinue reading “After School Special: Bus #10”