Sunday, September 2

THE SMELL OF BURNING COAL



this evening somebody was burning coal
nearby the house where I live in Sukhumi
and the smell of it
was reminding me of where I first met it

Issikul & Ürümqi were far from home
for the Montrealer whom I used to be
the smell of burning coal was strong and strange
and it was making me feel strong and strange



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Photo: The view at night, from behind the house where I live




1 comment:

  1. Involuntary memory like in Proust's "À la recherche du temps perdu", only the author there is invaded by "exquisite pleasure" while you by strangeness...but it is also remembrance things of the past, the lost memory.

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