Diary of the Parks J-30
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
truth
Being real? What does it mean? In the first place: to know oneself better. Then, to try to find the thread in oneself, which once stretched like a sensitive string, resonates with the vibrations that make our vital impulse for ourselves and create a mental image of ourselves for others...
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
The body is a stage, a set, a playground and each new sex, the latest toy to unleash passions.
Is it then inconceivable to desire to simply claim the lovable beauty of one's own purses, those simple balls that I cherish, my testicles?
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.
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.
"You understand, erotic nudity is so much stronger than pornographic brutality..." "Yes, yes... and my ass? " I would answer soberly.
"JaZon Pilot 1" is the second solo performance I've done. It inaugurates the upcoming episodes of "The Sleeping Fleece".
"The Puritans" is the mythology of adult sexuality, our frustrations, our repressions, the variety song and its procession of broken ideals.