lundi 6 février 2012
Les mendiantes
From then on, if these shoes are no longer useful, it is of course because they are detached from naked feet and from their subject of reattachment [...]. It is also because they are painted: within the limits of a picture, but limits that have to be thought in laces. Hors-d’œuvre in the œuvre, hors-d’ œuvre as œuvre: the laces go through the eyelets (which also go in pairs) and pass on to the invisible side.
- Derrida
Pays/territoire :
Sherbrooke, QC, Canada
lundi 30 janvier 2012
Entracte
Le silence stagne dans l’appartement. La lumière du matin s’arrête à la fenête, semble hésiter à la traverser. Se colle le nez sur la vitre et observe. Dans la pièce, la lueur d’une lampe, allumée quelque part, chasse les dernières traces de la nuit.
Libellés :
écriture,
Littérature,
nouvelle
Pays/territoire :
Sherbrooke, QC, Canada
lundi 16 janvier 2012
Rengaine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__OSyznVDOY
Pays/territoire :
Sherbrooke, QC, Canada
mardi 3 janvier 2012
Fissures
Fissures
She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
-Tom Waits
She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
-Tom Waits
jeudi 20 octobre 2011
Fissures-2
Wait a while all I need is a friend
Come on stay a while won't you please understand
- Mad Caddies
Ici, nous sommes enfin seuls.
Come on stay a while won't you please understand
- Mad Caddies
Ici, nous sommes enfin seuls.
Libellés :
écriture,
fragment,
Littérature,
nouvelle
Pays/territoire :
Sherbrooke, QC, Canada
jeudi 6 octobre 2011
jeudi 8 septembre 2011
Make it rain (esquisse)
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin thru
- Tom Waits
Lorsque j’étais petite, on m’avait appris comment monter un herbier.
I'm just a passin thru
- Tom Waits
Lorsque j’étais petite, on m’avait appris comment monter un herbier.
Libellés :
écriture,
Littérature,
nouvelle
Pays/territoire :
Sherbrooke, QC, Canada
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