La Foule


Memory or Memories ?




In the memory bank. A crazy night a long long time ago at the Crystal Palace which seems like yesterday when she was caught up by the crowd and disappeared.

Before Elf and Safety.



Je revois la ville en fête et en délire
Suffoquant sous le soleil et sous la joie
Et j’entends dans la musique les cris, les rires
Qui éclatent et rebondissent autour de moi

Et perdue parmi ces gens qui me bousculent
Étourdie, désemparée, je reste là
Quand soudain, je me retourne, il se recule
Et la foule vient me jeter entre ses bras

Emportés par la foule qui nous traîne, nous entraîne
Écrasés l’un contre l’autre, nous ne formons qu’un seul corps
Et le flot sans effort nous pousse, enchaînés l’un et l’autre
Et nous laisse tous deux épanouis, enivrés et heureux

Entraînés par la foule qui s’élance et qui danse une folle farandole
Nos deux mains restent soudées
Et parfois soulevés, nos deux corps enlacés s’envolent
Et retombent tous deux épanouis, enivrés et heureux

Et la joie éclaboussée par son sourire
Me transperce et rejaillit au fond de moi
Mais soudain je pousse un cri parmi les rires
Quand la foule vient l’arracher d’entre mes bras

Emportés par la foule qui nous traîne, nous entraîne
Nous éloigne l’un de l’autre, je lutte et je me débats
Mais le son de ma voix s’étouffe dans les rires des autres
Et je crie de douleur, de fureur et de rage et je pleure

Étraînée par la foule qui s’élance et qui danse une folle farandole
Je suis emportée au loin
Et je crispe mes poings, maudissant la foule qui me vole
L’homme qu’elle m’avait donné et que je n’ai jamais retrouvé.



Gone Girl.

See you again and again and again and again …




Love is here.



And more White Light today.



Light Saber.





An unusual cosmic process.


10 thoughts on “La Foule

  1. Definitions of ephemerality. the property of lasting for a very short time. synonyms: ephemeralness, fleetingness. type of: transience, transiency, transitoriness. an impermanence that suggests the inevitability of ending or dying.

    And Fame. The She’s Gone video is from a BBC 2 late night music programme in UK called The Old Grey Whistle Test. It was presented by Whispering Bob Harris. At the time he was famous. And now only my generation probably remember him. In two hundred years nobody will remember him. In the Philippines or Peru or Outer Mongolia or wherever there will similar TV presenters and celebs who are famous now and will be yesterday’s Jam in no time.

    And Weather Girls. FAF.

  2. A Face in the Crowd

    The face has a name…’ Lonesome’ Rhodes.

    Andy and the Fun gal

    I think you were right when you said in the last post, ‘we’re trying to avoid something’. Get past something that we sense is gonna be unpleasant. But again ultimately…There is no threat!

    1. A Face in the Crowd phrase speaks to me. Both La Foule and A Face in the Crowd refer to being in the crowd at Crystal Palace. I’ve been on a trip into my memory recently which has covered a few thousand years and they have been mainly about the separation between the masculine and feminine. Lonely Boy and Girl. One of them has been how you can fall in love even in an extermination camp in the Holocaust. And how we meet again and again and again.

      There has been a future memory angle to it which has shown me possible futures. The not so good future is basically a hi tech version of what has gone on before. I’ve also seen a far more appealing future. There seems to be a choice. In some of the alternate reality movies I’ve watched over the years the ending has been left ambiguous. Which ending do you prefer ? My view is to let spirit to choose. Reality is very bizarre. All done with mirrors. Spirit does seem to know what it is doing though. And there is no threat. None of it is or has been real. IMO.

      And there is no code to crack !

      The Crowd

      ‘I remember the city in celebration and delirium
      Suffocating under the sun and the joy
      And I hear music in the shouts and laughter
      That burst and bounce around me

      And lost among these people who jostle me
      Stunned, bewildered, I stood there
      Suddenly, I turn, he steps back,
      And the crowd just throws me into his arms.

      Carried away by the crowd that drags us,
      Entangles us
      Crushed against each other
      We are one body

      And flow effortlessly
      We shoot, chained to one another
      And let us both
      Blossomed, drunk and happy.

      Carried by the crowd that soars and dances
      A mad farandolle
      Our hands are welded
      And sometimes raised

      Our bodies entwined fly
      And both fall
      Blossomed, drunk and happy
      And the joy splashed by his smile

      It pierces me and reflects in my heart
      But suddenly I uttered a cry from laughter
      When the crowd just tears him from my arms
      Carried away by the crowd that drags us,

      Leads us, distances us from each other
      I fight and I struggle
      But the sound of my voice
      Is stifled by the laughter of others

      And I shout of pain, fury and rage
      And I cry
      Carried by the crowd that soars and dances
      A mad farandole

      I am swept away
      And I clench my fists, cursing the crowd who steals
      The man it had given me
      And I never found’

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