Dec 2006
#21
29/12/06 20:32 Filed in: poetry
Modern Malady.
Our actions, habits, ambitions, desires, affections are as modern as our corpses.
Our actions, habits, ambitions, desires, affections are as modern as our corpses.
death in lucid state
29/12/06 20:27
Those who
control the image rule the world!
But don't forget that Holly-wood is a coffin!
But don't forget that Holly-wood is a coffin!
#20
25/12/06 04:59 Filed in: poetry
The man walks
his shadow to tolerate the doubt;
whether it is day or night,
it's neither!
only a song of the piper.
whether it is day or night,
it's neither!
only a song of the piper.
#19
25/12/06 04:39 Filed in: poetry
fang-less
vampire,
teeth deep in a sealed smile.
when one remembers one often forgets
how beauty is a captive child in your feminine fortress.
teeth deep in a sealed smile.
when one remembers one often forgets
how beauty is a captive child in your feminine fortress.
#18
22/12/06 14:36 Filed in: poetry
mevlana,folding into an
aeroplane,
gaze under everything, artaud
speak no longer, godard
forming the big enigma with an unsure smile, breton
I am your child.
My heroes are forests,
books still in the form of trees.
Their pages content with air
and the rippling of a stream nearby
just minutes before civilisation.
gaze under everything, artaud
speak no longer, godard
forming the big enigma with an unsure smile, breton
I am your child.
My heroes are forests,
books still in the form of trees.
Their pages content with air
and the rippling of a stream nearby
just minutes before civilisation.
#16
18/12/06 15:58 Filed in: poetry
ascend on a
beautiful day,
life keeps you inside me like a pearl inside death,
on a beautiful day,
let army of shadows play,
black keys of the piano playing the song of death.
music: Kino
life keeps you inside me like a pearl inside death,
on a beautiful day,
let army of shadows play,
black keys of the piano playing the song of death.
music: Kino
#15
18/12/06 15:54 Filed in: poetry
Everything at
once!
If i can't articulate the complexity of this mental image,
it's because there are magnetic fields between "being" and "representation".
I cry,
I endure
I am volatile if I am, on purpose
in the purgatory
mangled between my two ears.
If i can't articulate the complexity of this mental image,
it's because there are magnetic fields between "being" and "representation".
I cry,
I endure
I am volatile if I am, on purpose
in the purgatory
mangled between my two ears.
#13
14/12/06 05:30 Filed in: poetry
Nothing itself
is mentally together.
in the body,
inborn stupidity,
in the mind
unborn euphoria,
outliving something close to being a life.lie
in the body,
inborn stupidity,
in the mind
unborn euphoria,
outliving something close to being a life.lie
touchez pas au grisbi
14/12/06 05:27
this image is actually a seed for the feature film of 9, Map of the Universe, from the opening sequence; come and see the pretty chaos, destruction of moma, louvre, tate modern and many other major art museums.
#12
13/12/06 03:41 Filed in: poetry
we whiplash
you with silent centuries,
hit you in the face with a few histories.
we apparently are always invisible,
only visible while disappearing.
You will find us waiting at the wielding of a sharp tongue.
hit you in the face with a few histories.
we apparently are always invisible,
only visible while disappearing.
You will find us waiting at the wielding of a sharp tongue.
#10
10/12/06 18:12 Filed in: poetry
Advancing
towards a concrete idea in order to flatten my face.
Glaciers over this lucidity is a fantastic mirror!
I beget reality by each and every glance,
to forget that the climate inside me is a restless boy.
Glaciers over this lucidity is a fantastic mirror!
I beget reality by each and every glance,
to forget that the climate inside me is a restless boy.
#9
10/12/06 06:49 Filed in: poetry
I am a
Black swan
on the lacquered pond
with the ghouls of the noon.
I used to love a woman,
her name comes to mind
when Ophelia slit her mouth with an open wound.
Black swan
on the lacquered pond
with the ghouls of the noon.
I used to love a woman,
her name comes to mind
when Ophelia slit her mouth with an open wound.
#8
07/12/06 17:08 Filed in: poetry
This illusion
has a future!
Avoid fiction!
Shrapnel of truth skips gracefully on the ice rink of all hearts.
Avoid fiction!
Shrapnel of truth skips gracefully on the ice rink of all hearts.
Public announcement
05/12/06 17:42
Public announcement by an authority who governs itself. In case you don't know where this comes from, well, it comes from within.
#7
05/12/06 09:11 Filed in: poetry
I must commit
something more terrible than
manhandling former lovers!
Heist, my desire.
Big crime.
Uniformed in hypnose.
manhandling former lovers!
Heist, my desire.
Big crime.
Uniformed in hypnose.
map of the universe
04/12/06 16:38
come and see
the pretty chaos,
in another form the map of the universe.
eyes, ears and mouth,
Sightless sea, seemingly,
let's make love,
tear out the flesh, (this will not do)
for a return,
to eternity,
skeletons with their ghosts we all have been
the children of the world
come and see the pretty chaos
imagination
in another form the map of the universe.
eyes, ears and mouth,
Sightless sea, seemingly,
let's make love,
tear out the flesh, (this will not do)
for a return,
to eternity,
skeletons with their ghosts we all have been
the children of the world
come and see the pretty chaos
imagination