A no read book doesn't live
Better to read it http://www.damagedcorpse.com/
http://www.juxtapoz.com/Street-Art/new-loops-from-blu
i know what is hidden behind the walls
http://www.lazaruscorporation.co.uk/artists/abi-jago/writing/s-0
Row in that heart, a glance with bile in your throat.
Here, it roars louder,
expand your lungs as sails
dragging your seldom static limbs over.
Seasick staring,
shrunken in, silent mumbling,
drinks downed better with background noise.
That dead cell aftertaste
revising that all-purpose explanatory lie
the bend of you seems welcoming
Who can blame the August swarms for turning?
The noise within those blackened drums, the pitch
is paralysis inducing.
It happens i prefer to read poetry in a foreign lenguage. Like this one. Witten by Alex Kemp. The feelings are between music and sounds and the words and their aesthetic grammatical reference have disappeared .You can read better through the Lazaruscorporation site http://www.lazaruscorporation.co.uk/
Cette video m'impressionne par la spontanéité violente de ses accessoires et de sa puissance sonore. A une vitesse extréme de sons et d'images dérangeantes,combien nous ressentons le vertige de notre condition. Quelquepart notre consentement à notre impuissance et chaos, notre condition aliénante et complice.
http://lamashtu.net/theorie.html
lire le manifeste
a dangerous game between predators and victims
F©Duvivier
http://www.damagedcorpse.com/digital-collage/htm/z_slideshow11.htm
LABELNOIR
http://www.myspace.com/lelabelnoir Pièces fermées soudures des membres dans un coin l'ombre attend oppression des sens
Néons dans la face corps baillonné l'oeil regarde ______________________ Le silence comme un
Crime tortion lente et bouche aphone, irréalité du cortex analysé tableau noir
Seringues vertes dans les lèvres hurlement sans profil soudures des membres
Cadavres manipulés chair récupérée, sous le drap blanc respire la chose
Des chambres oxygénées gémissent en battements répétés, oeil d'écoute
Noir et blanc l'écran le regard attend.
extrait de "l'écran Caverneux"© de Françoise Duvivier