poetic violence
Poetry can only be violence, it must be pure violence, and it definitively misses its object when it renounces its being violence, because then it detaches itself and abandons the human
A possible reincarnation of our wild and unmanageable childhood is systematically relegated as a toxic residue to the bottom of our shackled bodies.
thanatoludique promotion: 1000 lives for 1 death. What's at stake? As a child, we experienced them many times by identification through our disguises.
Day 1 of Attraction Parks | Visit the room of childhood as a devastated country, still in the resonance of chaos, to see what is left of it.
It's not a question of being in good terms with anyone who doesn't want to be, nor of "making society", yuck once and for all! It's about deserving one's supposed brain capacities as an evolved individual. There is a price to be paid for becoming human: not just being.
The contortions to gain acceptance eventually break his spine. Art doesn't make a profession of having a supple spine. I don't either.
I suggest that artists dissolve in the suicide of their own patent failure. Did they save the world? Well, no. Oral death of dead art... Smile at me!
A little brutality in this world of poetry. No kidding. You don't really think I want to meet humans, do you? You're not my face. You're not my project.
Even and especially when it is touched by love, the couple is a matter of non-desire. This love becomes a repulsive thing.
To remain silent would be a decent way of stifling thought, which will always be the painful expression of an order given to oneself by one's own mental bourgeoisie.
We form a system where everything is amalgamated and where nothing rubs shoulders, where reproduction and women, disability and childhood, weakness and homosexuality are assimilated.
