Imagining the South ...

Paris in May, the season of sudden rain and the just as sudden sunshine (for a  few moments at least) and I'm wondering, can you see the Milky Way from the South?

After seven years in France, I get confused about the seasons and much else; deracinated from Australia, but constantly reminded of it, in so many ways that is almost physical, but airless.

Some years ago, I wrote an essay on Borges's imagined South, see below, a place that does not perhaps exist, outside of the author's longing for escape, where violence and desire are the same thing and a man offers another a knife. 

'Le Sud' by Nino Ferrer, 1975 is one of my favourite French songs;  the lyrics are unsettling and domestic, his delivery laconic and passionate ...  and the video is totally nuts.