January 9, 2021

One time I had a lover who gifted me of a box full of darkness…

baptize my book

December 5, 2020

I know that using a notebook to write a book is outdated, but the truth is that it matches your profile perfectly. For the same reason, I decided to baptize my book as a silence, unmarked, unsigned, empty in identity but full of feelings, like me.

And among so much absurd mixing, I hope to finally capture, all those thoughts I could never tell you and all the feelings I couldn’t express to you…


October 23, 2020

Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.

Charles Simic
The Uncertain Certainty: Interviews, Essays, and Notes on Poetry

Always Remember –

September 28, 2020

I do believe that languages are biased, fucked-up structures, clearly reflecting a lot of the status quo, reflecting the inequalities and very often reinforcing them. This does not mean that language does not contain the potential for revolution, or to serve as a call to arms. I’m with Toni Cade Bambara (who, to paraphrase very wildly) once said: “The role of the radical artist is to make the revolution irresistible.” I think language can be used to mask grave crimes (the language of United Nations reports, for instance), or to send across stereotypes, or even sometimes to denude us of all feeling, all outrage. Capitalism does this successfully—using happiness and beauty to sell—and to extend its interests without worrying about the imbalance and inequality. I think this one reason why the role of a poet becomes important—you are not only saying things but you are also digging out the weapons in the arsenal of language, you are reclaiming love, you are celebrating beauty.

Sometimes, because dialogue is impossible, and because some societies love to live in their silences and sweep all discussion under the carpet, language becomes the unarmed person’s first weapon of provocation, a provocation that will begin an argument, an argument that will expose weaknesses and mobilize people to take sides. I think it is perhaps romantic that a poet vests so much of her faith in language, but if one does not do that, where else can she learn to dream?

Meena Kandasamy
Digging out weapons in the arsenal of language

You come home, make some tea, sit down in your armchair and all around there’s silence. Everyone decides for themselves whether that’s loneliness or freedom.

wordless novel

June 20, 2020

I want to write a wordless novel about silence.

beautiful garden

June 4, 2020

The beautiful garden, its silence and its peace, the lovely leisure, the solitude of which we are unworthy.

On Tour
trans. Matthew Ward


May 20, 2020

Nagging or silence…?

April 1, 2020