Thinking about travelling around France in La Maupin's footsteps in September, and needed to get it clear in my head.
So I made a map: it includes the main sites, some of which, like Avignon, still contain the buildings she lived in or performed in - or tried to burn down, like this one:
Tried to trace her route while on the run from the police, but drawing in Google Maps drove me so crazy I gave up.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Nothing on but air
Dance, Lalla, with nothing on
but air. Sing, Lalla,
wearing the sky.
Look at this glowing day! What clothes
could be so beautiful, or
more sacred?
~ Lalla, or Lalleshvari
A Kashmiri poet, circa 1350
Here's another:
I didn't trust it for a moment,
but I drank it anyway,
the wine of my own poetry.
It gave me the daring to take hold
of the darkness and tear it down
and cut it into little pieces.
(from Naked Song Lalla, translations by Coleman Barks, Maypop, Athens, GA, 1992)
but air. Sing, Lalla,
wearing the sky.
Look at this glowing day! What clothes
could be so beautiful, or
more sacred?
~ Lalla, or Lalleshvari
A Kashmiri poet, circa 1350
Here's another:
I didn't trust it for a moment,
but I drank it anyway,
the wine of my own poetry.
It gave me the daring to take hold
of the darkness and tear it down
and cut it into little pieces.
(from Naked Song Lalla, translations by Coleman Barks, Maypop, Athens, GA, 1992)
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