Cultured nettle
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.
The glory of the living
Jam looking for a form containing forms; forms with very little form... forms in which writing would become a free act despite the inescapable constraint of submitting to the desire to express, to explore who we are.
In short, the best we can hope for in the face of morbidity in behaviour and life choices.
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.
To understand a new era is to adapt the course of one's mental images to new speeds and scales relative to this new world.
Yes, since childhood, rape is life, but life is also what we want to do with it so that our symbolic parents become ghosts.
Wouldn't an advanced state of civilization be one that, without shame, would recognize what constitutes us? Our primary image, that of our naked bodies.
Scam; burning lie! The vigour of the body dominates all the wisdom of the old. The human is only true through the bluff of its characters.
Bonds only make sense for what they are really worth, with moments, gifts, thefts, rapes, they weave the canvas of my mental landscape.
"You understand, erotic nudity is so much stronger than pornographic brutality..." "Yes, yes... and my ass? " I would answer soberly.
Learning to vomit into the world's great trough, including the one overflowing with culture, is as vital as developing a love of utopia.
Sometimes a meeting is enough to give them the renewed energy that is inevitably lacking in the course of a stage journey.
Refusal: the tunnel to be dug to freedom. No forgiveness for guilt in the face of the other's benevolent threat camouflaged as solicitude.