A Love Letter from Emilie Blachère to Rémi Ochlik

Ochlik,
I’ve never found it so difficult to write. My dictionaries are useless. I can already hear you saying, “Sweet Blachère.” So instead I made a list of everything I loved about you.

My angel, my love:
I loved it when you made lists of things you wanted, and you wanted a Harley Davidson, a loft, a 22,000-euro titanium Leica, and you would say to me, “What? You work at Paris Match, don’t you?”

I loved it when you called me Blachère, or Blacherounette, when you had something you wanted to ask me.

Spiegel im Spiegel

-

The Outside Toilet

Autumn’s lost children lay in the corner,

Bereft of branch and blown off life

To lie here dry and dead

In this shed behind the midden by the byre

Take Me Back (Van Morrison)

Church in the Pub

LOCAL CHURCH IN YOUR LOCAL

The Church in the Pub  are looking at some of the issues raised in films. The series is called “Reel Issues” and the film  tomorrow (30^th Jan) will be “The King’s Speech”.  After that we’re meeting fortnightly on a Wednesday at the Wendover Arms at 7.45pm.

After the success of our previous quiz evenings, we’re holding another one at the Wendover on Thurs 7^th March.

If you’d like to know more, why not contact their church office at office@banjos.org.uk

Love conquers all

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English translation:

Okay let her sleep
Now she can not hear
no you do not speak
why can not feel this heart
Wind does not tell you too
now she can not hear
sleeps sleeps and does not want
not like most that heart

Boy at the Window

It was late evening before the sun had set

My father bicycled out dressed in his uniform

Polish and proud, whistle, bell, cap

Handcuffs, trouser clips

To the station to the black hole

I watched him turn the corner out of sight