<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:58:11.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys Writing Shakespeare</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-4127889084890127502</id><published>2008-07-29T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:40:23.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MNKS WRTNG SHKSPR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un texte textile&lt;br /&gt;A quotable story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-04-12T09%3A48%3A00-07%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DÉBUTER : &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-04-12T09%3A48%3A00-07%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=1"&gt;ICI, ICI&lt;/a&gt; ou &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-04-12T09%3A48%3A00-07%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=1"&gt;ICI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-4127889084890127502?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/4127889084890127502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=4127889084890127502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/4127889084890127502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/4127889084890127502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/mnks-wrtng-shkspr-quotable-story-un_5167.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-7559455860236831418</id><published>2008-07-29T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:27:52.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The shadows crept from behind the house and marched across the lawn and enveloped him. The Undertaker's Wind hat blows at night from the center of the island, clattered softly in the tops of the palm trees. The frogs began to tickle among the shrubs. The fireflies, the blink-a-blinks', as Quarrel called them, came out and began flashing their sexual morse. (16)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-7559455860236831418?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/7559455860236831418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=7559455860236831418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/7559455860236831418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/7559455860236831418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/shadows-crept-from-behind-house-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-2850026878577371772</id><published>2008-07-29T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:10:55.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The morning came after the day of battle, and it was fair with light clouds and the wind turning westward. (15)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-2850026878577371772?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/2850026878577371772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=2850026878577371772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/2850026878577371772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/2850026878577371772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-came-after-day-of-battle-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-8024404816971055758</id><published>2008-07-29T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:11:52.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PRIMEMAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'oiseau s'est envolé&lt;br /&gt;et son gris plummage aux reflets d'hirondelle nage dans&lt;br /&gt;                    l'éther de mon souvenir&lt;br /&gt;l'oiseua crie et rouspète&lt;br /&gt;il n'en reste pas moins divin&lt;br /&gt;il n'en reste pas moins sucré-avide&lt;br /&gt;l'oiseau avait des plumes qui avaient la souplesse de&lt;br /&gt;                   l'argent&lt;br /&gt;l'oiseau était un être&lt;br /&gt;l'oiseau était un avoir&lt;br /&gt;sur les branches de la crispante taupe l'oiseau s'est&lt;br /&gt;                   échappé comme une araignée&lt;br /&gt;sourire de duse&lt;br /&gt;plan de flanelle&lt;br /&gt;l'oiseau aux pattes d'archange vaisellé&lt;br /&gt;était une primitive (14)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-8024404816971055758?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/8024404816971055758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=8024404816971055758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/8024404816971055758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/8024404816971055758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/primemaya-loiseau-sest-envol-et-son.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-2906464929194522633</id><published>2008-07-29T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:54:21.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He picked up a clean pine shingle that lay in the moonlight, took a little fragment of 'red keel' out of his pocket, got the moon on his work, and painfully scrawled &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/primemaya-loiseau-sest-envol-et-son.html#links"&gt;these lines&lt;/a&gt;, emphasizing each slow down-stroke by clamping his tongue between his teeth, and letting up the pressure on the up-strokes :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-2906464929194522633?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/2906464929194522633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=2906464929194522633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/2906464929194522633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/2906464929194522633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-picked-up-clean-pine-shingle-that.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-836182307290310375</id><published>2008-07-29T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:12:14.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of course, she said to herself, coming into the room, she had to come here to get something she wanted. First she wanted to sit down in a particular chair under a particular lamp. But she wanted something more, though she did not know, could not think what it was that she wanted. (12)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-836182307290310375?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/836182307290310375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=836182307290310375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/836182307290310375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/836182307290310375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-course-she-said-to-herself-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-3355457098751063302</id><published>2008-07-28T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:05:35.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sa vue d'abord, et, aussitôt après, l'idée d'une si grande infortune avaient frappé de la Sidonienne Didon: «Fils d'une déesse, lui répondit-elle, comment nommer le sort qui te poursuit à travers tant de périls? Quelle volonté furieuse t'a jeté sur ces côtes sauvages?» (11)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-3355457098751063302?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/3355457098751063302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=3355457098751063302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/3355457098751063302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/3355457098751063302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/sa-vue-dabord-et-aussitt-aprs-lide-dune.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-6014196950101657518</id><published>2008-07-26T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:53:42.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Le bonheur ? il y avait la-dedans du confort, de l'organisation, une stabilité construite qui m'est tout étrangère. Avoir des malheurs c'est sentir l'échafaudage bonheur ébranlé par les coups du sort. En ce sens, je suis tranquille. Je suis à l'abri du malheur, car je n'ai pas d'échafaudage. Moi, je suis l'homme de la tristesse et de la joie. Alternative tout opposée à l'alternative malheur-bonheur. Je vis nu et solitaire, sans famille, sans amis, exerçant pour survivre un métier qui est tellement au-dessous de moi que j'y satisfait sans plus y songer qu'a ma digestion ou à ma respiration. Mon climat moral habituel est une tristesse d'ébène, opaque et ténébreuse. Mais cette nuit est souvent traversée par des joies fulgurantes, inattendues et imméritées, qui s'éteignent  aussitôt, mais non sans me laisser les yeux plains de phosphènes dorés et dansants. (10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-6014196950101657518?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/6014196950101657518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=6014196950101657518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/6014196950101657518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/6014196950101657518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-bonheur-il-y-avait-la-dedans-du.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-2851286404757372412</id><published>2008-04-14T13:05:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:04:45.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Then the vision of an enormous town presented itself, of a monstrous town more populous than some continents&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and in its man-made might as if indifferent to heaven’s frowns and smiles; a cruel devourer of the world’s light There was room enough here to place any story, depth enough there for any passion, variety enough there for any setting, darkness enough to bury five millions of lives. (9)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-2851286404757372412?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/2851286404757372412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=2851286404757372412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/2851286404757372412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/2851286404757372412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/then-vision-of-enormous-town-presented.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-8475428059958351129</id><published>2008-04-14T13:05:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:33:53.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR-CA"&gt;La mescaline commençait à l’&lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-picked-up-clean-pine-shingle-that.html#links"&gt;affecter furieusement&lt;/a&gt;. La pièce brasillait de multiples couleurs et la perspective se modifiait. Il avait l’impression que le plafond se trouvait à un million de kilomètres (8)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-8475428059958351129?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/8475428059958351129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=8475428059958351129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/8475428059958351129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/8475428059958351129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-mescaline-commenait-laffecter.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-5181794572869685375</id><published>2008-04-14T13:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:07:15.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR-CA"&gt;Par suite de cet accident, les cotyledons de la matrice se relâchèrent au-dessus, et l’enfant les traversa d’un saut; il entra dans la veine creuse et, grimpant àtravers le diaphragme jusqu’au dessus des épaules, à l’endroit où la veine en question se partage en deux, il prit son chemin à gauche et&lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/sa-vue-dabord-et-aussitt-aprs-lide-dune.html#links"&gt; sortir&lt;/a&gt; par l’oreille de ce même côté. (7) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-5181794572869685375?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/5181794572869685375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=5181794572869685375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/5181794572869685375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/5181794572869685375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/par-suite-de-cet-accident-les.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-3747222723709292523</id><published>2008-04-14T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:14:38.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR-CA"&gt;I decided to wander over to my &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-course-she-said-to-herself-coming.html#links"&gt;office&lt;/a&gt; and glance at some final exams. &lt;/span&gt;Most of the students had already departed, eager to begin the routine hedonism of another bare-limbed summer. The campus was dark and empty. There was trembling mist. Passing a line of trees, I thought I sensed someone edge in behind me, maybe thirty yards away. When I looked, the path was clear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was it the gun that was making me jumpy? Does a gun draw violence to it, attract other guns to it’s surrounding field of force? I walked on quickly towards Centenary Hall. I heard footsteps on gravel, a conspicuous crunch. Someone was out there, on the edge of the parking area, in the trees and the &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-mescaline-commenait-laffecter.html#links"&gt;mist.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="" lang="FR-CA"&gt;(5)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-3747222723709292523?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/3747222723709292523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=3747222723709292523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/3747222723709292523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/3747222723709292523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-decided-to-wander-over-to-my-office.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-6823771335010517937</id><published>2008-04-14T13:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:55:47.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR-CA"&gt;Le lendemain matin, il se leva sans avoir dormi. La douleur du coeur, cette grave maladie morale,avait fait en lui d’énormes progrès. Perdre un &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-bonheur-il-y-avait-la-dedans-du.html#links"&gt;bonheur rêvé&lt;/a&gt;, renoncer à tout un avenir, est une souffrance aiguë que celle causée par la ruine d’une félicité ressentie, quelque complète qu’elle ait été : l’espèrance n’est-elle pas meilleure que le souvenir ? (6)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-6823771335010517937?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/6823771335010517937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=6823771335010517937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/6823771335010517937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/6823771335010517937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/le-lendemain-matin-il-se-leva-sans.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-6526761572782098681</id><published>2008-04-14T13:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:04:47.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Small crowds collected around certain men. Here were the sources of information and rumor. One person worked in a chemical plant, another had overhead a remark, a third was related to a clerk in a state agency. True, false and other kinds of news radiated through the dormitory from these dense clusters. It was said that we would be allowed to go home first thing in the morning: that the government was engaged in a cover-up; that a helicopter had entered the toxic cloud and never reappeared; that the dogs had arrived from New Mexico, parachuting into a meadow in a daring night drop; that the town of Farmington would be uninhabitable for forty years. (5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-6526761572782098681?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/6526761572782098681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=6526761572782098681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/6526761572782098681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/6526761572782098681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/small-crowds-collected-around-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-5046140303736264843</id><published>2008-04-14T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:29:21.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There’s long spells – three days, years- when you can’t &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/shadows-crept-from-behind-house-and.html#links"&gt;see&lt;/a&gt; a thing, know where you are only by the speaker sounding overhead like a bell buoy clanging in the fog. When I can see, the guys are usually moving around as unconcerned as though they didn’t &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/then-vision-of-enormous-town-presented.html#links"&gt;notice&lt;/a&gt; so much as the mist in the air. I believe the fog affects their memory some way it doesn’t affect mine. (4)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-5046140303736264843?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/5046140303736264843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=5046140303736264843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/5046140303736264843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/5046140303736264843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-long-spells-three-days-years.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-9042188475772808913</id><published>2008-04-12T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:08:23.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aujoud'hui j'ai beaucoup&lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-decided-to-wander-over-to-my-office.html#links"&gt; travaillé&lt;/a&gt; au bureau. Le patron a été aimable. Il m'a &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/par-suite-de-cet-accident-les.html#links"&gt;demandé&lt;/a&gt; si je n'étais pas trop fatigué et il a voulu savoir l'âge de maman. J'ai dit « une soixantaine d'années», pour ne pas me tromper et je ne sais pourquoi il a eu l'air d'être soulagé et de considèrer que c'était une affaire &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/le-lendemain-matin-il-se-leva-sans.html#links"&gt;terminée&lt;/a&gt;. (2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-9042188475772808913?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/9042188475772808913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=9042188475772808913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/9042188475772808913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/9042188475772808913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/aujoudhui-jai-beaucoup-travaill-au.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7046139132877135606.post-989258561054249206</id><published>2008-04-11T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:39:31.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Au commencement Dieu créa le &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/aujoudhui-jai-beaucoup-travaill-au.html#links"&gt;ciel&lt;/a&gt; et la terre.&lt;br /&gt;La terre était sans forme et &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-long-spells-three-days-years.html#links"&gt;vide&lt;/a&gt;, et l'obscurité couvrait l'océan primitif. Le souffle de Dieu se déplaçait à la surface de l'eau. Alors Dieu dit : «Que la lumière paraisse!» et la lumière parut.  Dieu constata que la lumière était un bonne chose, et il &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-came-after-day-of-battle-and-it.html#links"&gt;sépara&lt;/a&gt; la lumière de l'obscurité. Dieu nomma la lumière jour et l'obscurité nuit. Le soir vint, puis le matin ; ce fut la première journée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning when God created the&lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/aujoudhui-jai-beaucoup-travaill-au.html#links"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/aujoudhui-jai-beaucoup-travaill-au.html#links"&gt;heavens&lt;/a&gt; and the earth, &lt;sup class="ww"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;the earth was a formless &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-long-spells-three-days-years.html#links"&gt;void&lt;/a&gt; and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onmouseover="" class="thinspace"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; swept over the face of the waters. &lt;sup class="ww"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;Then God said, ‘Let there be light’; and there was light. &lt;sup class="ww"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;And God saw that the light was good; and God &lt;a href="http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-came-after-day-of-battle-and-it.html#links"&gt;separated&lt;/a&gt; the light from the darkness. &lt;sup class="ww"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7046139132877135606-989258561054249206?l=monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/feeds/989258561054249206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7046139132877135606&amp;postID=989258561054249206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/989258561054249206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7046139132877135606/posts/default/989258561054249206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monkeyswritingshakespeare.blogspot.com/2008/04/first.html' title=''/><author><name>BME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06634122040429855404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
