Journal des Parques J-11
That I am forced to compromise and I cast off for other skies, sad, but consistent with my desire for autonomy.
quest
In search of the living
That I am forced to compromise and I cast off for other skies, sad, but consistent with my desire for autonomy.
Theatre, wandering creature, eternally dying, adrift, floating in its sea of excrement like a cacochymous whale
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.
Adult, your world is a mistake from start to finish. You have been wrong and always will be. In doing so, you are dragging us, those of us who do not want to be part of your world.
It's about the masculine. The man's tenderness for his companion of always that is his penis is a fundamental data for his psychic construction.
Learning to vomit into the world's great trough, including the one overflowing with culture, is as vital as developing a love of utopia.
Refusal: the tunnel to be dug to freedom. No forgiveness for guilt in the face of the other's benevolent threat camouflaged as solicitude.
"La Toison Dort" is a journey that is invented as it crosses and stages of its journey. Its staging is its road book.
"The Sleeping Fleece" is the story of a childhood that becomes sexualised in an ambient puritanism through a fantastic and absurd quest: to grow up.