“My hope is not yet lost,
o sweetly beloved homeland,
of finding on your soil
a little corner to settle down in
before my end arrives…”
(From a Hebrew folksong Song of a worker)
Liège (B)
On touche du bois pour que votre année soit douce
A geometric meeting between an industrial hall and a landscaped garden
Where’s the beauty here?
Brocante or anything you don’t need
“Little things that no one needs —
Little things to joke about —
Little landscapes, done in beads.
Little morals, woven out,
Little wreaths of gilded grass,
Little brigs of whittled oak
Bottled painfully in glass;
These are made by lonely folk.
Lonely folk have lines of days
Long and faltering and thin;
Therefore — little wax bouquets,
Prayers cut upon a pin,
Little maps of pinkish lands,
Little charts of curly seas,
Little plats of linen strands,
Little verses, such as these.”
(Dorothy Parker in Bric-A-Brac)
Orp-Jauche (B)