April 26 - 26 years of Chernobyl / 26 ans de Tchernobyl

les lecons apprises? aucune. / lessons learned? none.

Fukushima 311 Watchdogs website:

http://www.fukushima311watchdogs.org/

 

Le dimanche à Tchernobyl

Words: Alain Bashung/Jean Fauque

Music: Alain Bashung/Ludovic Bource

Le dimanche à Tchernobyl

Sunday at Chernobyl
J'empile torchons vinyles

I pile up dish towels vinyls
Evangiles

Gospels
Mes paupières sont lourdes

My eyelids are heavy
Mon corps s'engourdit

My body is numb
C'est pas le chlore

It's not the chlorine
C'est pas la chlorophylle

It's not the chlorophyll

Tu m'irradieras encore longtemps

You will irradiate me for a long time still
Bien après la fin

Well after the end
Tu m'irradieras encore longtemps

You will irradiate me for a long time still
Au-delà des portes closes

On the other side of the closed doors

Le dimanche à Tchernobyl

Sunday at Chernobyl
J'harangue le soleil

I harangue the sun
J'harangue les sardines

I harangue the sardines
Dans la rougeur des canaux

In the redness of the canals
À la centrale y a carnaval

At the power station there's a carnival
Java javel

Java bleach
Cerveau vaisselle

Brain dishes
Chaque jour se rit de moi

Each day is laughing at me
Indolore

Painless

Tu m'irradieras encore longtemps

You will irradiate me for a long time still
Bien après la fin

Well after the end

Tu m'irradieras encore longtemps

You will irradiate me for a long time still

Le dimanche à Tchernobyl

Sunday at Chernobyl
J'empile torchons vinyles

I pile up dish towels vinyls
Evangiles

Gospels
Sortir en lamés

Coming out in (gold or silver) lamé
En ciré

In wax
Sortir du chapeau

Pulling it out of a hat
Comme à l'accoutumée

As is the custom

Tu m'irradieras encore longtemps

You will irradiate me for a long time still

Tu m'irradieras encore longtemps

You will irradiate me for a long time still

Le dimanche à Tchernobyl

Sunday in Chernobyl

Tu m'irradieras encore longtemps

You will irradiate me for a long time still

Tu m'irradieras encore longtemps

You will irradiate me for a long time still
Au-delà des portes closes

On the other side of the closed doors
Tu m'irradieras encore longtemps

You will irradiate me for a long time still

Bien après la fin

Well after the end

Tu m'irradieras encore longtemps

You will irradiate me for a long time still

Smiles in Amiens

Photo by Bernard Dufour

what i heard

for meena

the cold wind brings a chill to my arms

though the sun is shining on the trees

and my heart beats like the wings of geese

breaking the skies in a hundred alarms

a wonderous and a dreadful sound

like trumpets of archangels come

to open the seals and release the scum

that tears at my heels like an angry hound

the dark and noxious day has come

the floodgates are opening into the sea

setting the radioelements free

to which the hearts of children succomb

oh greed oh ambition oh carelessness

that drove this race of men and bombs

while back on my porch my sweaty palms

reveal the thing i must confess

i am she who steals the breath

yes i am she who summons death

SDO and STEREO Spot Something New On the Sun 04.09.12

The changes of a coronal cell region as solar rotation carries it across the solar disk as seen with NASA's STEREO-B spacecraft. The camera is fixed on the region (panning with it) and shows the plumes changing to cells and back to plumes again -- based on the observatory's perspective -- during the interval June 7-14, 2011. Credit: NASA/STEREO/NRL

Full article:

http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/sunearth/news/solar-plumes.html

Cours! Biolay / Odilon

"Self-Portrait with Granny's plaid". ©Alice Odilon 2012
http://www.antablog.com/

Cours, cours, cours, mon amour ...

Fair Warning: Fukushima Very Unstable & Earthquakes

Part I




Part II

poison

taken once and only once
the disillusionment pill
poisons everything

the clouds are red
as the sun sets
but it's overkill

dogs bark at the wind
there's no stopping them
or their ruined owners

jets spread venom
making x's
dripping in metal

and outpours of xenon
cesium and plutonium
drop from the jetstream

our lungs are overcome
brains muted and dull
exhausted mitochondria

i know i'm bound for hell
but the road itself
is a bitter pill

OMG, Call the FBI!!!

5022 NE Going

Going going gone

Melaina kicked me out

then turned it back over

when they foreclosed on her

It was both our house after all

We ate beans for three months

to save the down payment

The small green room

for Victoria

The medium blue

for Monte and Paul

We skidded over the long wooden

boards of the master bedroom

and Melaina put up a

ballet bar and mirrors

for my daily pliés

Vic had a piano

Monte had a baseball glove

and Paul was a golden-haired boy

amid Filipinos and Yakimas

a two-year-old sleepy head

falling into his bowl of

dal at the kitchen table

I studied French and made

pate à chou and blanquette of chicken

and on the weekends

Melaina made the best

lumpia and punsit

this side of the Pacific

She worked long days on

big machines she mastered

just as she mastered the

Toyota squareback in

our barn of a garage

Our yard was an acre or more

until they sold the back half

to the Tonganese villagers

who hacked down the

laurel hedges with machetes

We'd look out over the

red-leafed yard, then

down the tree-lined street

of Northeast Going

We watched the harvest moon

rise over the school yard

at the end of the block

We were deliriously happy

then fundamentally stressed

then self-exiled

We never spoke about

the terminal grief of

our own abusive childhoods

We finished three years there

five years all together
five years of trying so damn hard
to be normal