She is drawing the hermit from Led Zepplin IV in the margin of her
I stare at her legs. Her toe rise and fall with her pulse. I look at
Mastroianni et Deneuve. Depardieu et Deneuve. Bardot et Deneuve. Une
All details of my environment are gone. All i know is that i am warm.
A voice calls my name:
— Etienne, Etienne.
Each syllable seems louder.
— Etienne, s’il vous plaît, répondez à la question.
— Umm…Je ne sais pas, Madame.
Dans la lune by Guy Yasko
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7 responses to “Dans la lune by Guy Yasko”
“her toes rise and fall with her pulse…” nice. i wish i knew french.
I like this – episodic, dreamy, totally realistic. I have been trying to work out what has drawn me in to this piece, but I really cannot quite manage it. There’s something quite simple, but quite smart, going on here.
Thanks, Martin & Len.
reminds me of my high school French classes. Je ne sais pas, Madame… Je n’en sais rien
I love the way you weave your three sections together by language and details, spare dialogue and slight hints of setting details. It is (dare I say) artful, poetic, and doesn’t trouble me that I’m unsure if I really get it.
Aw shucks, Robert. You are too kind.
Leah, it reminds me of high school French class, too.
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