Proustian Moments

A poem for your reading pleasure. Love the title of this blog, "the number of cigarettesismokedtoday." I suppose that only a former smoker can appreciate . Certainly not a never-smoker. Imagine being a never-smoker. They are missing something from life, the pleasure of cigarettes, the torture of giving them up, the pride in having done so, the nicotine dreams that haunt your life.

http://thenumberofcigarettesismokedtoday.blogspot.com/2008/04/staring-at-proust.html

Another poetic Proust blog. It must be spring.
http://sixteen-miles.blogspot.com/2008/04/proust-and-vulgarity-of-photographic.html
Sometimes the photograph is what we need; sometimes the painting, sometimes both, maybe neither, if the imagination is glorious.

Odette