I sit outside Shakespeare and Company
smoking a cigarette
History: Shakespeare Whitman Nin1 Derrida
If no place could make me love France
it is here under
Notre Dam
that could
To paraphrase:
We have already said all we meant to say2
1 “And there by the Seine was the bookshop, not the same but similar to others I had known. An utrillo house, not too steady on its foundations, small windows, wrinkled shutters. And there was George Whitman, undernourished, bearded, a saint amongst his books, lending them, housing penniless friends upstairs, not eager to sell, in the back of the store, in a small overcrowded room, with a desk, a small stove.” (Anaïs Nin, Diary, Vol. 5)
2 from Derrida’s “Plato’s Pharmacy,” if I remember correctly
