SOPHIA FABRE

franco-scottish gardener, rambler, horse-rider, reader, RW Fanatick, and blue stocking (*s*), Alps, France

Hello everyone, here's what i did for SA4QE2...

At Embrun which is an old Roman city a bit like Canterbury (Ambry is it?), there is a wonderful ex-cathedral which has a gothic porch called the Réal, because it was built by Charles VIII of France in the late 15th century. So i put my yellow paper just inside the great oak doors with two quotes - firstly:

from THE BAT TATTOO

Gislebertus was addicted to stone - he could not leave it alone. Every time he found an empty space of stone he had to let in Heaven and Hell. He was like Thelonious Monk with a chisel and mallet.

i had to put a bit of my RW in too, and since i am dedicated to the Owl and theres a lot of owlishness going on i put this bit:

from RIDDLEY WALKER

There wer the Other Voyce Owl of the Worl. He sat in the worl tree larfing in his front voyce only his other voyce wernt larfing his other voice wer saying the sylents. He had a way of saying them. He said them wide and far where he begun them he said them tyny when they come close. He kep saying the sylents like that in his other voice and when he done it the sylents were swallering up the souns of the worl then the owl were swallerin the sylents. No 1 knowit he were doing it. He wer trying to swaller all the souns of the worl then there wunt be no mor worl becaws every thing wud foller the soun of its self in to the sylents then it wud be gone. what the owl had in mynd were to get it all swallert then fly a way.

        No 1 knowit what the owl wer doing onlya kid. He dint have no eyes he lissent all the time. The kid knowit the owl wer trying to say the woal worl away and he knowit wer on him to stop the owl so he begun to lissen every thing back. The kid unheard the souns and they gone back where they livet. The kid were larfing at the owl but the owl dint know it he thot he done a good nites work. But that owl he keaps trying tho dont he. And hewl do it one day too. All it takes is for no 1 to be lissening every thing back. Hewl go the worl away and his self with it and thatwl be the end of it. But may be not for a wyl yet.

So i lissened a bit in the cathedral and was looking for the owl and i think he was there in the silence, because i know owls. Then i picked up my backpack and i thought i better hitch hike back to my house and i gave a copy of my paper to the guy who picked me up, though he was french ; but i told him that the websites were cool :-)

i'm glad there was an owl on the wine.

happy birthday and good lissening Russ,

soph, unhearing the sylents

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SOPHIA'S 2002 QUOTE

from RIDDLEY WALKER

You know Riddley there's some thing in us it don’t have no name... its some kind of thing it aint us but yet its in us. Its lookin out thru our eye hoals...Its in us lorn and loan and shelterin how it can... Tremmering it is and feart. It puts us on like we put on our cloes. Some times we dont fit. Some times it cant fynd the arm hoals and it tears us a part....What ever it is we dont come naturel to it... It thinks us but it dont think LIKE us." Seams like I ben all ways thinking on that thing in us what thinks us but it dont think like us. Our woal life is a idear we dint think of nor we dont know what it is.Thats why I finely come to writng this all down. Thinking on what the idear of us myt be. Thinking on that thing whats in us lorn and oansome.

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This was left in a crowded pub full of English language skiers in a ski resort on the franco-italian border on a yellow piece of A4 that I filched from work *s*

why did I choose that one? Because I think it's true.

why did I leave it in the crowded pub in the ski resort? Because it’s about the best place to get English-language people in these Latin countries where I live! And also because they do mean live music and pints of ale!

Thanks for making this community so woal and cum natural to us *g*

All bes
 
Sophia

Black Dog Rules OK *g*