Tag Archives: Paris

Carlos Fuentes has died…

Posted on May 17, 2015 by Taline Voskeritchian

~~In his gem of a book, Myself With Others, Carlos Fuentes has a chapter titled “How I Wrote One of My Books.”  The novel in question is Aura.  The chapter is a curious mix of evocation, meditation, memoir, and theory. … Continue reading →

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Like Breath

Posted on December 10, 2014 by Taline Voskeritchian

A second “dispatch” from Paris in The Common. http://www.thecommononline.org/dispatches/breath ~~~  

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A city, a melody, and the past….

Posted on December 3, 2014 by Taline Voskeritchian

~~My “little” essay, Petite Fleur, has just been posted on The Common. http://www.thecommononline.org/dispatches/petite-fleur~~

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Wish you were here: Paris, again

Posted on July 18, 2012 by Taline Voskeritchian

More photos of Paris, from my friend, chef extraordinaire, devoted tutor of French, Ariadne Eliseef.  There are, again, some photos of Paris scenes, as well as of Marché Malakoff and the sellers of fish, flowers and household items. Soon. ~~~ … Continue reading →

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Wish you were here: In Paris

Posted on July 17, 2012 by Taline Voskeritchian

Occasionally, I post photographs from friends who are traveling the world, wandering.  Today, I am posting photos of Paris, from my  friend Yvette Raby.  And what better companion to these photographs than a reprise of Mary Jo Salter’s lovely poem … Continue reading →

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Early in the morning, at the Marché Malakoff, Paris

Posted on July 1, 2011 by Taline Voskeritchian

  

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Meditation (subverted) on Lucca olives…

Posted on June 16, 2011 by Taline Voskeritchian

I thought when I sat down to write this post that it was going to be another Paris morning–the wild traffic outside, the mad rush of pedestrians, the  greying of the skies. But it did not happen that way.  Be … Continue reading →

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