mots choisis

“Poetry is a form of intelligence. The poet·ess prepares the conditions for intelligence. They purify their heart. They try things. They drop a stinking dead hare in a circle of chalk, they think, they write their secret with a yellow marker, on a board stained with the sperm of a young man and with the blood of a young mouse and they burn it, bite ripe peaches on the tree, head down, start laughing at a radiator, laughing alone, clap their hands, laugh out loud, they laugh, they laugh, the poet·ess debones themselves, they laugh with a great frank laugh.”

“And it’s true that I'm probably too serious for this world.”

“Here it’s still darkuall

Actally this is what we tell ourselves to be reassured

Do you think we’ll kiss one day ?

“I love solitude.

If I had to make a choice forever, I’d choose being alone.

It’s not that I want to be on my own.

The problem is freedom.”

“I cannot go into a film without seeing myself. I wait for me. In the interval, just before the film starts, I wait for me.”

— Frantz Fanon

“Since then he had gastro.