Friday, March 23, 2012

Les carnets de route de François Busnel


The adventure continues, François Busnel crossing the United States through the great authors. His journey begins in the Mojave Desert in Apache territory and continues along the Grand Canyon, a sacred place for the Indians. In contrast to these immense landscapes where man does little adventure, Francois Busnel arrives in Las Vegas. This city, capital of gambling and partying, was built in the desert like a mirage in the middle of nowhere. His steps led him to San Francisco, the Mecca of the cons-American culture. During his trip, he met the authors Ann Rice, Jim Fergus, Thomas Sanchez, and Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

The Changing Light

The changing light
                 at San Francisco
       is none of your East Coast light
                none of your
                            pearly light of Paris
The light of San Francisco
                        is a sea light
                                       an island light
And the light of fog
                   blanketing the hills
          drifting in at night
                      through the Golden Gate
                                       to lie on the city at dawn
And then the halcyon late mornings
       after the fog burns off
            and the sun paints white houses
                                    with the sea light of Greece
                 with sharp clean shadows
                       making the town look like
                                it had just been painted

But the wind comes up at four o'clock
                                     s weeping the hills

And then the veil of light of early evening

And then another scrim
                  when the new night fog
                                        floats in
And in that vale of light
                      the city drifts
                                    anchorless upon the ocean

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

1 comment:

Davidabl said...

Ferlinghetti's best poem ever.