Truly honored...

@kensicomusic Very proud to have worked with these lovely artists from Montreal. Watch for Kensico new lp. Magical, tumbling beauty.
— Chris Goss (@mastersreality) December 2, 2013

Brest, Nov. 28th '07

Kensico - Hallee Rd ( Excerpt from "White Sage" - Teaser )

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

~ Joseph Conrad

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

~ Helen Keller

One year...

Kensico ~ My Love that never was

Parce qu'une note vaut mille mots…

Détroit
HBPH

With our attitudes by day and our secret dreams by night, can we really live our lives that way? 

- Neil Young

Kensico - My Love That Never Was ( Acoustic )

If I never see you again

If I never see you again

I will always carry you

inside

outside

on my fingertips

and at brain edges

and in centers

centers

of what I am of

what remains.

- Charles Bukowski, Living on Luck

Mitakuye Oyasin

Now I stand on this spot with my soul.

--Walt Whitman

"This is how I would die into the love I have for you. As pieces of cloud dissolve into the sunlight"

- Rumi

How to Disappear Completely...

I keep my friends, eternally. We leave our tracks in the sound. 

-- Neil Young

I see the light of a thousand lamps burning in your eyes. Still I have to turn away for you to stay alive. 

- Neil Young

Tout redevient fragile...

"Tout redevient fragile"

On finit par suivre la lumière
qui nous bouleverse parfois
à travers un geste
sentir que rien ne viendra
sinon quelque désastre

On finit par ne plus voir
les percées du vide, oublier
ce visage qui n'a jamais existé
ailleurs que devant

Plus rien n'est lié soudain
plus rien ne s'accomplit

On finit par répondre
qu'on est là, faire signe
parmi nos absences
ne plus fuir la mémoire
de certaines failles qui blessent
plus que d'autres

On finit par s'ouvrir
au silence qui revient
et ne plus répondre
au bruit des pas, ne plus croire
qu'on a aimé, soutenu un instant
la beauté de notre vie

On finit par sentir le temps
qui replie nos regards
lentement les referme, comme une blessure
dont on ne sait plus parler

On finit par guérir
des premières questions
restées sans réponse
dans un regard
on finit par poser un amour
sur ce manque sans fond
se dire que s'il y a quelqu'un
au bout des mots
qui battent encore en nous
on se souvient soudain
de ce qui fut approché, effleuré
du désir dans lequel nous jette un corps

On finit par répondre chaque fois
à ce qui peut encore venir
à travers la répétition
de nos manques et de nos tendresses
on finit par se souvenir
qu'il y eut quelqu'un
derrière le désastre

On finit par ne plus entendre
que ces mots accidentés
qui appellent sans relâche
ce qui jamais n'est venu
et jamais ne viendra

On finit par ne plus rien entendre
et cela nous atteint encore

- Hélène Dorion

“Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you -- beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.”

― Edward Abbey ( Desert solitaire - a season in the wilderness - a Celebration of the Beauty of Living in a Harsh and Hostile Land )

...

Patti Smith...

 "Life is like a roller coaster, it is going to have beautiful moments but it is going to be really fucked up too"

“I am smiling at myself today
There's no wish left in this heart
Or perhaps there is no heart left
Free from all desire
I sit quietly like Earth
My silent cry echoes like thunder
Throughout the universe
I am not worried about it
I know it will be heard by no one
Except me.”

 - Rumi

“Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.”

 ― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

Always with me, always in me...

“Fear has its use but cowardice has none.” - Mahatma Gandhi

"Silence becomes cowardice when occasion demands speaking out the whole truth and acting accordingly." - Mahatma Gandhi

Isn't It A Pity...

Love

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. (1 Corinthians 13: 1-13)

It's all about unconditional love...

" Chaque cri doit être suivi par un silence pour faire entendre son écho. Celui qui ne fait que hurler sa douleur n’en verra jamais le visage tout autant que celui qui s’obstine à la taire. C’est la leçon des chauves-souris : pour voir le visage de ce qui te fait souffrir, tu dois faire de ta douleur un collier qui enchaîne des perles de silence aux perles de tes cris. " Anima - Wajdi Mouawad

“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay

Il meurt lentement - Pablo Neruda -

Il meurt lentement Il meurt lentement celui qui ne voyage pas, celui qui ne lit pas, celui qui n'écoute pas de musique, celui qui ne sait pas trouver grâce à ses yeux. Il meurt lentement celui qui détruit son amour-propre, celui qui ne se laisse jamais aider. Il meurt lentement celui qui devient esclave de l'habitude refaisant tous les jours les mêmes chemins, celui qui ne change jamais de repère, Ne se risque jamais à changer la couleur de ses vêtements Ou qui ne parle jamais à un inconnu Il meurt lentement celui qui évite la passion et son tourbillon d'émotions celles qui redonnent la lumière dans les yeux et réparent les coeurs blessés Il meurt lentement celui qui ne change pas de cap lorsqu'il est malheureux au travail ou en amour, celui qui ne prend pas de risques pour réaliser ses rêves, celui qui, pas une seule fois dans sa vie, n'a fui les conseils sensés. Vis maintenant! Risque-toi aujourd'hui! Agis tout de suite! Ne te laisse pas mourir lentement! Ne te prive pas d'être heureux!

Woven Hand - Singing Grass

The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction... the weight, the weight we carry is love.

The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till born in human-- looks out of the heart burning with purity-- for the burden of life is love, but we carry the weight wearily, and so must rest in the arms of love at last, must rest in the arms of love. No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love-- be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love --cannot be bitter, cannot deny, cannot withhold if denied: the weight is too heavy --must give for no return as thought is given in solitude in all the excellence of its excess. The warm bodies shine together in the darkness, the hand moves to the center of the flesh, the skin trembles in happiness and the soul comes joyful to the eye-- yes, yes, that's what I wanted, I always wanted, I always wanted, to return to the body where I was born. San Jose, 1954 Allen Ginsberg - Song Howl and Other Poems

Unbearable pain...