First cigarette at six o'clockClandestinecoffee Razor brush and showerCorridors and roomsNurses' aquarium Breakfast at nine o'clock And then outsideThe crazy herbsI am wary of narcissusThese little purple flowers look a little too fragileThe old plane tree, which I greet, And with whom I root. The greenhouses, the workshops, Memoirs of my fatherAnd the hours when I transplanted in the springHands in the earth Lying on the roots of LebanonMy gaze immersed in his crownI am at peace A couple of birds form a cozynest Petal and feather in the beakJust above mePromise of happy days And then this tree of …
Conjugations
I was revising my conjugationpaintingsThe sun made a cabriole through the windowAnd drew the shadows of the beech forest There was light a whole cargo A breeze and in the meadow the daisies danceShe are aerial and happyTonight the moon is beautifulShe will grow in a corner of blue sky By a sweet tour de force they make me all happyThe bells ring their sweet replyThe land of joy is the sowerShe plays with my misfortunes with my chances I want more to learn my conjugationsThe past the present the future remain imperfectI should have knownit But allow me to …
Terre d'Afrique (exhibition of naïve art by Dominique Eustase at the Hostellerie)
Purple Earth ClayLandUseful to cropsUseful to potteryClayGlèbeUseful to glebeThese men and women who live off the earthWith the earthOn earthAnd these powerful and predatorywild animals Such as this cheetah watched by the hunterWho painted on his body the paintings of the huntCamouflage that protects himShield-mask to ward off attacksThe vertical sagaie with the sharp tip The hunter the shield and the sagaie await the moment of the attackBut a strange witch girl with blue hair and bluearms Extends her right arm in zig-zag and protectionHer mother with two other children carries a blue bird on her leftshoulder They are in …
There was
There were like this storiesStories of AStories of OUnusual encounters at the bend of a pathCelebrations Separations There were bursts of laughterAnd bursts of voiceJeremiads and rantsIt was life with its detours and contoursAnd loneliness alsoWith its little troublesThere was a whole people of pilgrimsLost through the countrysideAnd who meditated on the calm of a lakeA leaf that fellA bird that sangIt was the world in all its facetsIn all its wisdomIn all its madnessIt was a kiss on the mouthFor the fraternityIt was learning and unlearningIt was singing hitting scream cryingDancing chanting and prayingIt was the meanders of the …
Bic – Around thomas Colin's exhibition at the Hostellerie
With my bic I scratch the corner of the eyebrow With my bic I whistle in the hood With my bic I nibble the tip of the pen and remove the colored pellet With my bic I put back a wick With my bic I play the majorette With my bic I indicate the direction by which my gaze flees With the cap of my bic I tap my lower lip * * * My bic is black and elegant he slips words on the sheet he slips me one or two ideas in passing sometimes I take off his …
Singular Itineraries Exhibition – Patrick Chatel
Forms suspended in the voidUnstructured, broken, broken, Reorganized according to a randomorder Where sometimes reappears the organicBlood, the flesh, and also the spirit, Polarized between two cardinalitiesAnd the spaces betweenDisjunctionsBirds sometimesCharacters of talesLittle girls lost thereWolfmen Stilts A dog that parades All this traces of déjà vu, already heard, already perceived, To which reason seeks to clingBut beyond that this emptinessThese beings of writingDrawings, symbols, letters, characters, Who write the enigma at the heart of our gazeThen I drift slowly to unknown elsewhere whose codesI do not have I feel strangely singularI become familiarI deviate, I move away, I distance …
The most beautiful story
The most beautiful story is not the one I experienced. This one has had its moments of light, but I refuse to detach part of it to glorify it. And in view of the passage of time, developments, unfinished works and posthumous works, I know far too well what the destiny of these stories was. I could of course cultivate the memory of happy moments, but if I want to be frank the beautiful stories of these ties have always ended in abandonment. So much so that I abandoned others, I ended up abandoning myself with detachment in the arms …
When you're small you have things to say
Moreover, we say "we" instead of saying "I" because we are not yet really aware that what is valid for ourselves is not necessarily valid for others. In short, we put our grain of salt in each conversation, we would like our opinion to be taken into account, but of course this is rarely the case. So sometimes instead of talking we listen intensely to glean information and say something that this time is taken into account. We tell ourselves that we must not have understood what it was about. And so much we listen that others are afraid to …
Laura
I am writing you this letter that you will not read, that I will not send, not having a postal address. I write this letter in a vacuum, as it is in a vacuum that I send sms, mms. That letter itself would be empty, it would be all the better. Moreover, it is an exercise in embroidery on nothingness. I have like a memory lapse, I have the impression that our history has never existed, and moreover it is true, it has never had anything tangible. In short, wind all this, a little breeze that plays the pipe in …
The brand everyone is talking about
The brand that everyone is talking about is this trace of lipstick on Yves' cheeks, which gave him this kiss, who therefore kissed this great dadet gringalet bedot and shy who always drags himself in the streets with his walkman screwed on the ears, with his head too close to the cap, with his air of leek vinaigrette overcooked, with his look of fried whiting, with his chin galoche, with his shirt buttoned up to the last button that strangles his glottis, with his pants made to fish mussels 800 km from the ocean, with his barge feet? Because if …
Happiness, vertigo
I am standing, I dominate the valley, the weather is clear and sunny, I see the horizons thirty kilometers ahead of me, I want to fly, I rush, I fly, I hover five hundred meters above the ground, and then suddenly an existential doubt: but man, a man as I am, this human being there, but sir, this man has no wings, he is not equipped, he is not equipped, and therefore it is indeed impossible for him to fly. Then my gaze meets this point on the ground, and it approaches at a dizzying speed, and just as I …
At that moment I knew I shouldn't have…
I had an appointment at nine o'clock for the job interview at the Addeco temporary employment agency in Valmy. I had calculated the route with Divia City, I had to leave at 8:10. It was 8:05 am and I was not shod, I had not put on my jacket, I had not prepared the necessary tobacco-leaves-filters, I had not printed my CV, I had not gathered my belongings… At that moment I knew I shouldn't have been hanging out to drink my coffee. I searched through my documents for my CV, opened it and started printing. I took one last …
The new bohemian
The new bohemian is the bohemia of yesteryear, it is the bohemian of always, it is to play the game with three pieces of string and an empty cardboard, it is to find a pigeon feather and become an Indian leader, it is when it does not matter to be a gendarme or a thief, because what counts is the fight, it is when the wolf takes all his time to put on his panties, his socks, his underpants, his pants, his marcel, his shirt, his bow tie, his melon hat and his leather boots before raging in the plains …
In the hollow of your absence
In the hollow of your absenceI feed your presenceWhich is rather strangeto me But which does not botherme It is little to say that I would like your body and your voiceFailing this space the silence sends me backFailing that my mind to you fliesaway To resume all that time steals from me It has been a long time nowHow much it is justa little more than twenty yearsAnd this in my brain is embedded I tell me a few times that it's just a journeyThat you accomplished just a little before the ageAnd I myself have my finger in …
