Careful, here I kill with the thought
Necessary poetic violence | Beware, here I kill with my thoughts. Super aim, I am and cannot / will not spare you.
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
Necessary poetic violence | Beware, here I kill with my thoughts. Super aim, I am and cannot / will not spare you.
TO PREVENT STORIES is DEAD! Instead of aspiring to grow, let's stop taking ourselves for what we cannot be. Let's stop idealizing.
I'm not going to tell you what it says, because I hope it doesn't say anything, nothing that's being said anyway. No stories.
No, there is no such thing as "freedom of expression", just as there are limits on freedom, it's called the law ...
I'm testifying from where I am. As a good archaeologist, I create my own ruin. The loneliness of the fields of childhood is not the same as the loneliness of the fields of adulthood.
Writing relieves the tension of over-thinking, stops the bleeding, cauterizes the sense, temporarily closes the still moist wound.
In the theater of degradation... we go to great lengths to chain together beautiful images "in homage to..." At the Generator, we put our strength into the art of creation.
Hard rules, golden rules and little daily mythologies: "I love! "Ah, really? Who does? When? Where? No, no, "I do or don't", that's all.
Ah the feminine! You like to believe that women are pretty and fragile? It's convenient to have something to adore, to trap in a guilty blindness.
Three video witnesses of the live performance "Marilyn sanglante" by David Noir on a live improvised music by Christophe Imbs during Scrap.