Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Pessoa, on nothingness.
In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobigraphy, my lifeless history. These are my confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say.
"Ces personnes, du livre, je les connais, je ne connais pas leur histoire, comme je ne connais pas mon histoire. Je n'ai pas d'histoire. De la même façon que je n'ai pas de vie. Mon histoire, elle est pulvérisée chaque jour, à chaque seconde de chaque jour, par le présent de la vie, et je n'ai aucune possibilité d'apercevoir clairement ce qu'on appelle ainsi : sa vie. Je me demande sur quoi se basent les gens pour raconter leur vie. C'est vrai qu'il y a tellement de modèles de récits qui sont faits à partir de celui de la chronologie, des faits extérieurs. On prend ce modèle-là en général. On part du commencement de sa vie et sur les rails des événements, les guerres, les changements d'adresse, les mariages, on descend vers le présent." (M. Duras, « Le livre », La Vie matérielle, rééd. « Folio », 1987, p.99)
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Jennifer Castle.
There's a very poor man who loves me
And just to know him keeps me drinking
And the drinking keeps me thinking.
And just to know him keeps me drinking
And the drinking keeps me thinking.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
begushkin.
mark a scratch when a bitch-wolf howls
on its back, its barmy jowls
breathing bite,
and I rub your belly too
and when nightly things arise
and flinting are your painted eyes,
I'll make a mess when I'm inside of you.
on its back, its barmy jowls
breathing bite,
and I rub your belly too
and when nightly things arise
and flinting are your painted eyes,
I'll make a mess when I'm inside of you.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
haters be hatin.
it makes me wanna throw up
when whack rappers show up
it makes me wonder if and when they're ever gonna grow up.
I'd rather go to the ballet,
give the keys to the vallet
and rendez-vous for the weekend at the challet.
when whack rappers show up
it makes me wonder if and when they're ever gonna grow up.
I'd rather go to the ballet,
give the keys to the vallet
and rendez-vous for the weekend at the challet.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
like a blade.
to wreath the moon in a head dress of neon flames
must take concentration from that heavy old bird.
must take concentration from that heavy old bird.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Sent to a man who seemed to change his mind.
Since my heart placed me
on board your drifting ship,
not one day has passed
that I haven't been drenched in cold waves.
on board your drifting ship,
not one day has passed
that I haven't been drenched in cold waves.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Alberta, I
have learned to love you,
like one learns to love
being a widow.
I have been thrown into you and abandoned
like a pair of African twins in the bush.
Your starkly composed yet beautiful complexion,
a path for me to trace;
your moods as unpredictable
as a mental patient.
So few loves are this difficult.
like one learns to love
being a widow.
I have been thrown into you and abandoned
like a pair of African twins in the bush.
Your starkly composed yet beautiful complexion,
a path for me to trace;
your moods as unpredictable
as a mental patient.
So few loves are this difficult.
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