carcassonne and skywards
October 10, 2011
The foliage of a parthenocissus turns colour to acknowledge the change in season seen on the way from the ‘Ville Basse’ (new town) to La Cité (the citadel). Too many people visiting here – too many to negotiate – too many to blot out so I look skywards . . .
. . and, in the distance, another wind farm and there’s quite few in Aude. In the image above, turbines form a misty landmark on the hills . . . how bizarre – the visual interface of history and modern technology. My eye is caught by the gargoyle cantilevered from the tower . . .
. . . and down near Place Carnot, two gargoyles seem to talk to each other . . . time to leave, and fly off above the clouds. Think and absorb.
Stones huddled on the rampart and men lived on moss from the stones.
Midnight carried a rifle and women no longer gave birth.
Dishonour’s aspect was that of a glass of water.
I was linked to the courage of other beings, I lived violently,
Growing no older, my mystery among theirs,
I shuddered with the existence of all the others
Like an incontinent boat over thinly-divided depths. René Char Faction du muet