Fencing Diary J-9
Behind the pretexts, homophobia, violence against women or any other primary racism, lies the persistent hatred of childhood
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.
Behind the pretexts, homophobia, violence against women or any other primary racism, lies the persistent hatred of childhood
Demanding, demanding, demanding | A look at the declinations at the root of an artistic involvement in the creation of projects
That I am forced to compromise and I cast off for other skies, sad, but consistent with my desire for autonomy.
Nightmares and Iconographic Terrors or The Risks of the Spectator's Life. To emerge victorious implies at least not having fought the wrong fight.
Man-woman, bestial child, woman-child... the palette of identities emerges through the animality and mythologies of our species.
Theatre, wandering creature, eternally dying, adrift, floating in its sea of excrement like a cacochymous whale
Today, I have kept this short hour of ordinary pornography in me as one of my most beautiful moments as a moviegoer.
Appearance exists, I've met it. At any time, in any place, at any time of my life. Friends, lovers, partners, acquaintances, family...
Making one's existence more "important" to oneself by just a few milliliters of an outrageously dissolved solution of self-knowledge.
I write with my dick and sign a taste trick. Cocoa idol, my phallus becomes edible for those who can suck its meaning.