The French Connection?

   There is an opportunity presented us/we bloggers for observing the traffic drawn to our sites. It is stats for the number and origin of views per day, week, month, etc. I don't profess to understand how it works. I only see the numbers. And this day the stats show that visits from France greatly outnumber those from the United States. I'm hoping I am not or have not been misleading anyone. I am thinking the webcrawlers in use have been keying on some post(s) of mine, e.g. Slacker, and drawing the browser here. But it might be a little like having your metal detector set for precious metals and coming up with nickel and copper. If so, I apologize for what is probably a wasted visit. But maybe not.

  I'm certainly happy to have the French visit. And, after all, I have bandied Rimbaud's name about.  And to his I might add that of Camus . . . oh, oh! Ah well, both have had a great influence on me. 

  In 1962 or '63 I wrote a note to a young lady and stuck it inside a volume of Camus' notebooks (English version).  "Read this man," it began. "In him you will find me. In him I found myself." Yet I had to give up reading him. I was trying to find my own way at the time and the kindred voice of his work made my efforts appear imitative and redundant. As, of course, they were.

  Come one, come all.