Happiness, for you, what is it? / How good it is to breathe the pure air of the forest / I wondered what the meaning of all this was / Today it is sunny / I had lost my way in the wood, and I met the witch's hut Happiness, for you, what is it? Is it fortune, is it spring, is it adventure, is it the journey to distant lands, is it drawing water from the source of your garden, is it love in the eyes of your beautiful, is it wandering in unknown areas, is it eating a …
Parallelepiped / The cicada and the ant / Light / It's so good / Mom / Brother
Doing my geometry homework, I built on my small tile sheet a rectangular parallelepiped. The light of day was declining, the day was already ending on this Sunday in November. Then I revised the Cicada and the Ant, thinking about my pocket money that I kept preciously until the next deadline of buying sweets. My brother was doing his English, and I would have liked to understand this unknown language. Mom prepared a hot chocolate with milk, cream and cocoa. Do you speak English? What does he say, Mom? I don't know, I don't understand English. Why doesn't everyone speak …
Soft grass
Under the April sun, I had covered myself with a thread and strolled through the countryside nearby. The sheep grazed the soft grass and the earth smoked. The exhalations of wet vapors caused the mist to rise along the hill. I was in full ascent to reach the rocky overhang above the valley. I arrived there around eleven o'clock, and felt perched well above the problems of everyday life. The sun was bright, a few late clouds crossed the sky nonchalantly, and the birds sang and responded to each other to form the couples of a season for an ephemeral …
My adventure with…
Again I was bored, and complained to my mother. She said, "Go play with your sister," and my sister saw me coming towards her looking sheepish. She said, "Come on, let's play legos! Sulky pout. "To the playmobils? » Denial of the head. With a little amused smile "Do you want to play the doll? I looked at her, looking incredulous, but visibly interested. "Come on, come on, we're going to play doll! ». – "But I don't know how to play it, me, with the doll! – It doesn't matter, it's not complicated, come I'll teach you. If you …
The foreigner
Places inhabit us as much as we inhabit them. Moreover, it is when I am passing through, when I temporarily live in a place that I understand it more. It's when I'm abroad that everything feels deliciously familiar. It's when I'm not at home that places inhabit me the most. I chose for home a place that inhabits me little, a place in the countryside, in silence, with bells, some cries of children, songs of birds, hoots of owls, peasants, hunters and workers, truckers in transit, for those who interest me. Since then, when I return to the Fontaine d'Ouche …
I decided to call happiness…
I decided to call happiness when I walk in a with my right foot, when I break a mirror, when I meet a black cat, when it rains anvils, when a tile happens to me, because I have stopped being superstitious and believing that misfortune was my lot.I decided to call happiness the crow's croaking, because he looks like me, intelligent in finding livelihoods and having the memory of those with bad intentions.I decided to call the flies happy, for the sake of killing them.I decided to call happiness rain, because then you don't see that I'm crying.I decided to …
The heart
"You can only see well with the heart. The main thing is invisible to the eyes." "Make your life a dream, and your dream a reality." Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince. How does the heart see this? Your heart is an irreducible part of yourself. Your heart is a rot-proof part of yourself. Your heart is an immaculate part of yourself. Your heart is an intangible part of yourself. Your heart does not waver. Your heart is a fire that does not go out. Your heart is your home. Your heart is your refuge. Welcome the World into your …
Around the sculptures of Alain Lamboley (exhibition at the Hostellerie)
Bodies intertwined, intertwined, juxtaposed, piled up, teeming carnal mass, a man bites n breast, men's peels, a man bites a breast, grain of the earth – grain of the skin, it is thus, at the clock of the world, that men tighten, gather, singing in the grain of their voices the dust of stars that sowed Gaia. Thus, at the clock of the world, one fears that time will stop. Thus, at the clock of the world, we sing the hope of a repeated second. The sound of the soul emanating from the depths of our internal spaces is nothing …
Available
Availability / (Re)knowing / Hanging / Listening / Touching / Calming / Attention / Silence / Fixing / Understanding / Benevolent / Choosing I don't know how to make myself available anymore. I seek in silence to listen. I hear the noises of the city, the engines, the works, all this daily activity in which I do not participate. I am there, in peace, sitting on my bench, I fix my mind on the page where I write, I am attentive to the slightest movement, to the slightest cry, to the slightest exclamation. When I am like this in the …
I listen to the passing of time / Forgotten melodies / I write for the illiterate / Everyone has his own way
I listen to the passage of time. It cracks like the blades of an old parquet floor and squeaks like an old door. Sometimes it passes a pu faster, like a cloud in the sky. Sometimes he runs like a second hand on the dial of a watch. Sometimes it freezes like ice, and bursts. Sometimes it flows drip by drop. Sometimes it spins at full speed and screams like a Formula 1 engine. Sometimes he is completely silent, and I have the feeling that he is the one listening to me. So I talk to him. I talk to …
Tell me ten words around the theme of air
aerobatics / breathing / trumpet / mill / appearance / pneumatic / pipe / hot air balloon / aspen / trumpet I trembled like a leaf of aspen, secured to its branch by a link that makes it react to the slightest gust of wind. As long as the storm does not rise. He played me the pipe during all this long conversation, it was high aerobatics, he should work for Michelin, this tire. I blew him a trumpet tune in my own way, he pivoted like a mill and left as he had come. I took a good breath …
Couple
How and why is a couple formed? By the magic of a love that one day will be disenchanted? By a need to break loneliness, for fear of getting lost in one direction? By a need for reproduction, in order to escape the existential crisis? How do we seduce? By a detached house project? By making up the truth? By telling stories to sleep upright? The couple, the fundamental unit of society, the nucleus without which there is no social status? What about the couple? Work, raising children, leaving a trail behind, a trace, a proof, that one day one …
Elsewhere
My days without elsewhere, it was elsewhere in my head. It was a construction site. It was scaffolding, framing, tiles, masonry, plaster, paints, piping, connectors, switches. I dismantled the roof while I swallowed the facade and tried to build parts that stand upright, why not a veranda or a winter garden…Elsewhere, it was mostly other times and places with other truths and other mores. I was doing a job as a surveyor, as a surveyor, to better deconstruct the speeches of monkeys who are learned about modern.Elsewhere, he was a shaman of the steppes, a nomad of Niger, an Amerindian, …
The things we say, the things we think, the things we don't do
The things we say and we'd better keep quietThe things we think about and the things we don'tthink about The things we don't do and regret not doingThe things we do and feel remorse aboutThe things we do even if it's notdone The things we do does not do because it is not done to dothem The things that should not be said, such as Name of God of Brothel ofThere are those who remain silent to contain their revoltThere are those who revolt in parlottesAnd there are all those who speak to saynothing There are those who say what …
Voluntary insomnia
It's five o'clockAnd I wakeup Right away a cigaretteAnd a coffeeAnd a poopAnd then a hot and coldshower And then At HomeRight away a beerHi Mat Hi Toto Hi StéphTonight we will remake the world in our own wayHi Ashtray hi NathIn words, in poetry, in painting, in musicAnd another beerWithout music life would be a mistakeHi ÉmelineAnus Dei Clitoris Peccatta MundiA cigaretteA Baudelaire for the roadTo deceive boredomThe coldest state of cold monsters And a RimbaudFor the journey into exileIt is necessary to pissBeer we only rentThe CureFor melancholyThe 80s Post-Punk Emo Indie And Bob DylanAnd Leonard CohenAnd the …
